Hey there Everyone! First of all, the next chapter of my other story will be coming soon so don't worry, and I am super extremely sorry for the delays. I have had all kinds of real life drama go down, and it really isn't any fun. But hopefully thigns are calming down now, which will make updates come faster. And as always, thank you for reading along.

Leoben-

He paced outside the steel door across the concrete floor nervously. The nurse still looked at him, unsure quite what to make of him. Although probably her interest was more along the lines of the child Caprica was holding. His Daughter his mind corrected him. Leoben yawned, simply unable to help himself, it had been a very long night and a full day, and now he had to pick up Kara. Which was sure to be eventful, as though dealing with politics was simply not eventful and tiring enough for one day.

A rather large part of him was actually relatively afraid of what the news would do to Kara, already at a low point and the blonde woman was extremely unpredictable even at the best of times. He knew she had, 'issues' to put it mildly. He knew she had lost her unborn child, barely even formed. Was this God's way of giving her a second chance, but would Kara even see it that way? Would she refuse to care for the child? What if she thought he was lying to her?

The last one hurt, he had hated deceiving Kara in the past, and he would never do it again. But if she were to come right out and say he was a liar and the child wasn't his, he didn't know what he would do. The time frame was right, and Kacey had been premature. All the facts pointed to the fact Kacey was theirs. She was a bit smaller than she normally would be, and was fragile. But Kara had tendencies to throw all those gut feelings and logical reasonings to the wind even at the best of times, was he able to make her see the truth if she didn't want to?

The Eight opened the door for him, and he went inside the quiet ward. There was one other person besides Kara in here, Laura Roslin. Frak. The last thing he needed was to see her again, and his stomach churned with the thought. He hadn't liked the woman before, and the way she had just tossed him out an airlock without as much as a second thought to his lie that Adama was a cylon both unnerved and impressed the Two.

She watched him, and suddenly he motioned Caprica to stay out there, the woman didn't need to know everything. He knew Sharon and Agathon's child had died, though under mysterious sounding circumstances that were a little convenient for her, and that was the end of that. Roslin did not need to know that there were more hybrid children, she might see them as a threat or tell someone who certainly thought his child was an abomination. Caprica looked confused, but followed what he wanted and motioned she was going upstairs.

That was probably best, and it would give him some time to prepare Kara as opposed to waking her up and saying 'you have a child. Here she is her name is Kacey, isn't she adorable?'

Her pale skin and bright blonde hair stood out in sharp contrast from the black tank top she had chosen to wear when she got dressed. The edge of a strap from one of her black sports bras peeked out from the fabric, only to be covered by her hair, her long soft hair. The athlete's body was curled up on the bed into a fetal position, knees tucked in, arms close.

His senses were all too aware of being watched by Roslin as the Doctor did something for her knee, Leoben gently shook the woman he loved's shoulder, the tense muscles under his hand seeming to draw even tighter as she woke up from dreamland and travled back to the world.

Leoben looked at himself through her eyes, and truly wondered if this was even good for her anymore. All that seemed to happen was hurt, hurt after hurt piling on top of each other, all hurt for her. The news of a child wouldn't be accepted joyfully and happily like it had for him. It would be accompanied with pain, and even more painful memories.

When had his care for her stopped being about Kara's protection and needs and turned into what he wanted, which was for them to be a family? All his thoughts seemed to go over the days since he had pulled her from that cell, going over her every move and word. When had she first thought of hurting herself? Killing? Had she ever known it was him comforting her those nights instead of her family of people? Had there been something he had missed, a sign he needed to see but had missed, had it been wrong to take care from the cell back to his home?

Doubts shook the cylon down to his core, he didn't know what was right anymore. Would he turn this woman's world upside down, again, just to have his dreams? If he told her to walk out the front door of the complex and never look back, would she still try to kill herself? Would she go out in a blaze of glory, killed by the Centurions, or from the blast of a bomb only to be remembered in heroic stories that told of a warrior dying for the cause.

"Time to go home sleepy-head." He said, and felt the glare on his back from the former schoolteacher turned President turned schoolteacher again. Oh what the woman must be thinking, how he was off to hurt her, and do other horrible things that belonged inside horror movies as opposed to the real world.

But was keeping her really helping her, or was he just hurting her as much as Jared did but in a different way? A voice he was unable to push away mocked. Tonight would be a sleepless night in between taking care of Kacey, Kara's nightmares and his own moral dilemmas.

Bright, gold flecked eyes still half closed with sleep blinked up at him and he felt his heart constrict. He would do anything he could to stay with this woman forever, even if she never loved him. He could live in his projections, of them in a two story house by a wood, with their two children, and a garden, and a cat named Ella.

"Home's Galactica." she absently corrected him, not really paying much attention to what she was saying. Simon noticed she was awake and came over, carrying two vials of pills. The sharp glare of a pair of brown eyes from across the room looked at them both with undisguised contempt. If Leoben knew he had nothing to fear he would have been scared, even without the title of President when she wanted to, the woman could be very intimidating when she felt like it. Just like another woman he knew.

"Okay, so this one is for antibiotics to make sure nothing gets infected. Change the bandage out once a day after washing and be gentle with it. I want her extra careful so have her take one of these at dinner for a while." The Four handed him the first vial while Kara drifted back to a doze, not paying attention to either of them.

"This one." Simon tapped with his fingers against the one with more pills inside, "Is sleeping medication. Give it to her an hour before bedtime and she will be out a full eight hours. Couldn't rouse her even if you had hundreds of Centurions doing shooting practice. I gave her a tiny dose earlier for her nightmare, but it should wear off pretty soon and she will wake up, so hopefully this helps her sleep"

Without uttering a word Leoben put both in the pant's pocket. "Now, if she refuses to take her sleeping pill it can be dissolved into water, just make sure she drinks all of it and no one else does," Simon already answered his next question, but if she didn't want to take the drug, Leoben certainly would not force her to take it. that was wrong, and she deserved to have a bit of control of what she took to help her sleep.

"You going to hurt the Captain more?" Roslin finally spoke up, anger covering her matronly-looking features. "Just let the poor girl go, she woke up crying earlier."

"I'm not going to hurt her." Leoben was honestly tired of arguing this point now, everyone assumed he had her in some kind of BDSM set-up inside his apartment but that was most certainly not the case. It hurt and confused him as to why cylons seemed to think that, even his own brothers and a vats majority of snickering Ones. He was trying to get her to love him, and he'd wait forever if he had to, not get her to hate him for doing even more horrible things to her.

"Oh really?!" Roslin snorted, not going to get up and pace because of how her knee had been injured but Leoben was sure she would have if able. "She sure looks like she is in one piece to me, not broken or grieving at all, Gods what you have done to her, beyond anything that-"

"I didn't do anything." the words were dead still, calm and collected outside but seething on the inside. What was wrong with people? Was it really that hard to believe that he loved her, and that he had a vision that showed him that Kara would one day love him too.

"Doesn't matter. She's broken and if you don't let her go she's going to be broken forever." The former President warned but Leoben was no longer listening to her, he picked up the still sleeping Kara, the doctor must have given her something or she was simply faking, and made to leave. God, he could not go an entire day without someone, anyone, pointing out the seeming obvious that Kara didn't love him. He was fine with that, it was true after all, what bothered him was the assumption that would contuine, he had seen the future, and they did have a future together and she would love him, and they would be able to live happy ever after. It wasn't a fantasy, it was real and it would happen.

"I hope your knee gets better." He called back to the angry figure as he walked through the door with Simon's silent gaze following him out with a vengeful one from the brunette. He shifted the woman in his arms to hit the elevator button and sighed. It had been a long day that was only going to get longer. Sleepily Kara nuzzled closer to him, warmth passing between the two of them. He took a deep breath, he would get through this and the would all come out better for it.

Laura-

She hadn't known why the cylons chose to pull her from her class that day and stand there and wait while she hobbled along besides the Centurions with her make-shift crutch, her knee still giving her problems despite doing whatever Cottle told her too. She swore some of the exercises were purely for that crotchety old man's own amusement though, Gods if Bill was here he would find it hilarious The thought came up before she could stop it. Simply thinking of the way things had been made her sad.

But he wasn't, and they would simply have to make due with the fact he might never come back, and she may never see him or the proud ship he commanded with practiced ease ever again. She ached, but she never cried. Laura had not cried in a very long time, and now was not a time to mourn. It was a time to stew and plot, hide in the weeds and when the time was right, strike the enemy. How very militarily oriented thinking she now had.

She was understandably confused when a Centurion along with an Eight came to pull her from her class, again. The last time they had wanted information about the Resistance, information she simply did not have, she was as clueless as they were on where the missing cylons went when they vanished; now she had thought it was because she had not followed their state approved curriculum to the exact letter. Why the cylons cared how children learned about the works of Kataris she didn't know, but they had a curriculum for it.

But it seemed they wanted to play check up. She had found the medic ward odd. It was large, and yet at first she had seen no one in it except for the nurse Eight and a Four, the four claiming he wanted to check her leg.

"Why?"

"Because, if you don't take care of it, you could have pain the rest of your life." he explained gently, and she was taken aback at first. A) what was his game in being nice, and B) she was so used to gruff and demanding Sherman Cottle, his demeanor unsettled her completely.

As he examined her, he suddenly stopped and said he would be right back though it took her a minute to hear what he heard as well. A soft crying followed with whimpers. He walked back to the back room, and returned with a pill and glass of water and moved to almost the other side of the room. Laura pulled her glasses up from the string around her neck, and nearly jumped, it was Captain Thrace.

No one had seen hide nor hair of the legendary pilot, and many had assumed her a casualty, a loss, a picture to go on a memorial wall. Anders had not given up on his wife, but he had disappeared and days later she had been taken to his grave out in the woods. His death served as a warning, and investigations into where prisoners went became much more hush hush among the Insurgents. Laura had personally believed she had been on a Basestar, quite honestly that was where Laura would have put her if she had those resources at her disposal. Why keep her on the ground where it was much much easier for her to escape?

To see her had been a shock in itself, least of all here, her body was relatively unmarked but on closer inspection that she could see, a bandage covered part of her arm, and older wounds still seemed to be healing, a long white scar ran through the wing tattoo in her arm and it had not been there before. She was asleep, but had began to fidget and cry out. Laura moved to stand and go over, but the cylon waved her off and she stood unsure of what to do. Everything told her to go comfort the woman inside a nightmare, on the other hand, said woman was under cylon control, and Laura knew cylons hated their affairs messed with.

"Sam." the whimpered plea broke Laura's resolve to stay still and she moved while the cylon shook her awake, calling her name and rank over and over again, until her green eyes blinked open. Without a word the cylon put the pill in her mouth and lifted the glass to her mouth while at the same time tilting her head up to make sure she did not choke, its implications clear: Drink.

The Doctor, or as she preferred to think of him after learning of the farms, Mad Scientist playing at Doctor, laid her back down after she gulped down the water without even being given the chance to find out what it was and proceeded to walk back towards her. Behind him the Captain curled up, arms holding her knees tightly to her chest while her head rested in her arms, soft sobs shaking her body, gentling as she feel asleep, half covered by a blue blanket. "Get off the knee, you will hurt it even more." He chided gently as he sat down in his chair and began to look over her knee again.

Laura was still confused, how did the Captain get here, why was Laura herself here with her at the same time, what did it all mean, what had really happened to her and where was she being kept? Was there any way at all to free the poor woman? She had never seen the woman have active nightmares to the point where she called for someone, even down on Kobol she had been quiet as a mouse. For someone loud and vibrant while awake, asleep she could be mistaken for the dead. Was she herself just here to show the insurgents they had Kara, and were capable of prolonged captivity of people? With cylons, like politics, you always had to look for a less obvious reason. The extra ulterior motives they had about things, extra possible reasons, and as clichéd as it sounded, nothing was truly as it seemed. Toasters were tricky bastards.

After being poked and prodded and told to keep doing what she was doing, the cylon seemed in no hurry to have her leave. When asked when she could he just responded with "Soon." or "Your escort to the gate is busy." the silent medical ward was creepy. It was provided for very well, furnished with all kinds of things she suspected Cottle may even trade cigarettes for just to make his life easier. You could put lots of people here, and they would get better care and be more comfortable then in the tent Cottle had put together, unable to do much else with a lack of equipment from the Baltar administration Yeah right. President Gaius Baltar did whatever the drugs, alcohol and the voices in his head told him to, not because it was right.

Finally, the doors opened and Leoben entered, he waved to someone outside before, heading straight to Kara. She remembered the Six's words, "A two" was this the same Two that had killed Samuel, or even if not the same one, had he had a hand in the man's death? Hell, every single cylon had a hand if you thought about it. If they were as all connected as Sharon aboard Galactica claimed, then they could have figured out the monster's intent long before the deed had been done.

The blond cylon gently shook Starbuck's shoulder, murmuring words that Laura could not hear. Laura believed that it was well within her right to be alarmed. The Twos were masters at manipulation, and had nearly caused a big rift between herself and Adama, all because he told her Adama had been a cylon. A reason Laura hated politics was all the lying, she could not even stand those little white lies she was told when asked how she looked. Fine? Why not better, you could really tell when they had not been paying attention.

Simon left her side, and went to his back room to go grab something, the sleepy soldier looked around without seeing before she shut out the world again. Probably whatever the Doctor cylon had given her earlier, Laura was sure of the fact she had been drugged with a sleeping pill. The woman she knew and the words docile did not belong in the same paragraph together. And yet there the fiery blonde was, dozed off and blinking, trying to wake up but unable to make herself do so.

Her previous alarm grew when they mentioned medication. What cuts? What wounds that might get infected? It was obvious Kara was still being hurt or had been hurt very recently, whether physically or through some nasty mind game Laura wasn't sure which. Nothing good came from prolonged activity with cylons, of that she was certain beyond a shadow of doubt. Time and time again, all that happened was cylons and humans going to war again and again in a never ending cycle of violence.

A sleeping medication, out for eight hours. As a woman, Laura quickly jumped to worst case scenario on what the male cylon could be doing to Galatica's finest. Asleep for eight hours, unable to resist or fight back or even have a chance to defend herself, Gods what the poor thing must be going through on a daily basis.

Laura felt she was right, when they talked about her refusing to take it. So what they were giving her was essentially able to be slipped into food or drink, and of course the Captain would not have any idea what they were doing to her and would be out asleep before she was any wiser to this fact.

"You going to hurt the Captain more?" She asked aloud, at first not even realizing she had spoken until two cylon heads snapped her way, seemingly shocked that she chose to interrupt their little chit-chat. "Just let the poor girl go, she woke up crying earlier." Her words grew stronger and went into the tone she used during press conferences, the kind she had also used as a teacher when one of her students was misbehaving and in need of correction. Laura usually got what she wanted whenever she used the tone.

"I'm not going to hurt her." The words dripped with arrogance and condescension, accompanied with a ice blue-eyed glare.

"Oh really?!" She snapped back, her fingers holding onto her cane with a death grip, knuckles white and clearly wishing she could be bashing the piece of wood into the sick creature's head. She was not prone to violence, but this was far worse than they had done to anyone else in the settlement. "She sure looks like she is in one piece to me, not broken or grieving at all, Gods what you have done to her, beyond anything that-"

"I didn't do anything." Came the deadly calm reply, the calm before the storm and the rage.

"Doesn't matter. She's broken and if you don't let her go she's going to be broken forever." Laura said before adding if she isn't already in her head. Forced captivity, doing Gods know what, torture, mind games, lies and deceit. It was a wonder to her she seemed in as good shape as Laura could tell, no serious injuries or crooked looking limbs. And she was pretty sure the Captain was functioning at full mental capcity as best she could while drugged.

The cylon stopped responding to her, ignoring her completely as he picked the pilot up as though she were a child's light-weight doll. Walking out of the medic ward without a second glance her way, he called back spitefully "I hope your knee gets better." Which made her fume and hate the damned thing even more.

She sighed in frustration, Men, human or machine, they simply always had to have the last word in an argument.