NEW CAPRICA; LAURA ROSLIN'S TENT
A day and a half of sleep since Cottle had finally released her and Laura still felt exhausted. Maya had come in to check on her every few hours but Laura could only recall a few instances clearly. Once Maya had brought her some soup insisting that she eat it and at least twice she'd brought Isis, allowing the child to crawl about the bed, overjoyed to finally see Laura again. Laura had given the little one plenty of hugs and promised to read her a story once she felt better. Each time the mother and daughter left Laura had turned over and fallen back to sleep out of both physical and emotional fatigue.
Laura had been in bed so long between the cylon hospital, Cottle's clinic and her own lumpy mattress in her tent that her back was starting to ache. She knew that she needed to get up and move around, but facing the future in any measure was so immensely daunting that she could hardly bear it.
Cottle had kept her in the clinic on a forty-eight hour observation. He'd run every test and scan he and his staff had available to them, but mostly he'd sat with her on his downtime trying to make some kind of sense out of the unexpected and daunting dilemma.
"You never told me that my godsdamned DNA now has frakking cylon attributes," she'd charged, still having the occasional bout of bitterness that caused her to lash out at him with displaced blame or anger.
"I wasn't aware," Cottle freely admitted. "We had no reason to screen for such a thing after you recovered. And Baltar never mentioned it, that SOB. He probably didn't even know himself. Ya know, it's just my opinion on it, but that man is the dumbest genius I've ever encountered."
"What am I now, Sherman?" Laura had asked him at one point as he sat beside her bed.
"What the frak do you mean?" he'd scowled.
"I mean what am I? My genes have been altered, my blood. What have I become?" she wondered aloud.
"You've become tired and you need to get some frakkin' sleep. You're starting to babble like a loon," he'd attempted to kid, but the way she'd looked at him so sullen and lost troubled him. He'd never seen her in such a state. He'd given her terrible news a dozen times over, seen her in agony and clinging to life and yet she'd never seemed so forlorn. "You're a woman, Laura. A human colonial Caprican woman," he affirmed. "So, your blood cells changed shape. So frakking what? Did you develop super strength? Do you suddenly run on frakking batteries? No! If they hadn't told you, you would never even know it."
Maybe not, and yet somehow finding out had Laura second guessing everything about herself.
"They must think something about me is different. If not then why would they be so interested in the fact that I'd passed it down? If they didn't think it were significant then they wouldn't want this child."
It was the unavoidable reality that Cottle had no witty banter for. It was why he found himself sitting with her so often when he was supposed to be resting after his long laborious shifts. He knew that she was being well taken care of physically by his staff and yet he was moved to keep a sort of vigil; as her friend, and Bill's. He was quite aware that she had no next of kin to speak of, at least not anymore. He knew the weight of that all too well. No one knew if or when the cylons might return for her. He would be able to do little to stop it but until it happened he supposed he wanted to make sure that she didn't feel quite so alone.
"Laura...I don't mean to cause you more stress, Lords know you're under enough, but we do have to consider that fact. They may very well be after this child. And if they are and they find out that we've terminated the pregnancy...well I'm concerned about the consequences. Less for myself than what they might do to you," he'd divulged with both compassion and regret evident in his voice. "It's not that I won't do it. I will. I just think we need to be aware of the possible repercussions."
"Boomer all but warned me not to before she left me here," Laura finally confided.
"Boomer?" Cottle glowered. "Lt. Valerii?"
"That's the one."
"Lords of Kobol," the doctor muttered.
He immediately had flashes of Bill's open chest and imagined meeting up with the cylon face to face just so he could strangle her with the very same hands he'd used to save the Old Man.
"If I do it," Laura had considered, "I'll most likely answer for it in some hellish fashion. If I don't then they may just come for this child and take it. And then what? I couldn't live any better with that. And you and your staff, Sherman, I hate that this could endanger you as well."
"You don't let that factor a lick into your decision, young lady. I'm your doctor. I don't answer to any toasters and I never will. I promise you that we'd find the safest way possible for everyone involved."
His devotion as her friend and doctor had overwhelmed her.
"I could live another hundred years and I'd never be able to thank you enough for everything you've done for me," she'd told him, causing him to crinkle his forehead at the sentiment and shake his head in curmudgeonly dismissal, though she knew he appreciated her words all the same.
"Perhaps we're jumping to conclusions," Cottle had suggested during one visit. "Like I said, you've experienced no physical or mental changes that would indicate that your altered DNA did a damn thing besides obliterate your cancer. It's not as if you have some cylon abilities all of a sudden, right?"
Laura had closed her eyes for a moment and taken as even a breath as she could manage.
"Right," she'd lied.
"And since you don't then this child has even less of a chance of inheriting any such theoretical characteristics," Cottle continued. "Remember, it's half the Old Man too. That dilutes the probability even more so. The likelihood that there is anything of significance to the cylons is presumably minimal. Perhaps if they eventually find that to be true they won't…"
"You remember Kara Thrace's report..." Laura had interrupted, unable or unwilling to listen to him finish the thought. "...about those Farms back in Caprica City."
Cottle frowned.
"Yes, but we were never able to confirm what it was they were doing there," he said in an attempt to assuage some of her trepidation, but they both knew whatever Kara had come across had been some kind of reproductive experiment involving human and cylon.
It had been chilling enough for Laura to be harboring the very thing they'd probably failed to produce at those Farms right in the tent next door to hers. Now she was carrying some strange variation inside of her and the cylons knew it.
"Maybe they don't expect any special abilities. Maybe they just want to study it, use it like a lab rat," Laura grimmly considered.
How could she possibly allow that to happen? If the only future for it was to be used and abused for gods know what then how could she willingly bring forward the burden of such a life?
"You didn't happen to hear anything about Kara while you were there this time?" Cottle had tested, knowing what the answer would most likely be.
"No."
Cottle had nodded and they'd sat in quiet unease for a while longer.
"I don't know what to advise here, Laura. And even if I did have an opinion one way or the other I wouldn't be able to choose for you."
"This is impossible," Laura softly wept. "There's no good outcome here, is there?"
Cottle couldn't reply without feeling as if he were causing more grief but he was quite certain that she was right. There didn't seem to be even a glimmer of hope for the situation. The outlook was bleak. Morosley he'd silently considered that the least dangerous outcome would be if she naturally miscarried without complication and the remains could be dealt with before any cylons could get their hands on them. Even so, they would have to hope that the cylons believed that it wasn't intentional. They weren't dealing with the most rational or level headed bunch. Cottle feared Laura, and even he and his staff would be blamed anyway. Mostly he feared that they would come to take her sooner rather than later to make sure that whatever happened, it occurred where they could do as they wished with the result.
"Listen, Laura," Cottle began, after bringing her lunch on her last day at the clinic, "I know it's important that this stay quiet for now, but you do need to tell someone close to you about your condition. Someone who can check in on you now and then until the risk of heavy bleeding is diminished. I hate to say it but unless and until it clears up you will probably have more episodes like the one you did in detainment. If it happens at home and you pass out with no one around to check in on you then you could bleed to death."
"Maybe I'd be better off," Laura had darkly remarked.
"Keep talking like that and see if I release you any time soon," Cottle admonished.
She'd pushed the food tray away in frustration but surprisingly the doctor let it go instead of chastising her for not eating.
"I need to get back to the school," she told him, avoiding the topic Cottle was trying to address.
"You have other teachers that are taking care of things. Maya, for example," he reminded.
"She has Isis as her first priority. The other teachers rely on me for curriculum and lesson plans," Laura argued, though her contention noticeably lacked her usual vigor.
"Your former staffer. The one who used to schedule when it was time for you to blink. She helps you," Cottle noted.
"The children don't respond well to Tory," Laura sighed. Tory had been incredibly helpful with the development of the tent school. She did everything from helping with scheduling to fighting with Baltar's half assed administration for supplies, but though she was quite knowledgeable in many areas she didn't quite have the patience and forbearance needed for dealing with children within the classroom. "She tries her best and I'm sure that she's keeping everyone organized, but the kids, they tend to skip class when she teaches."
Cottle chuckled and nodded as if he sympathized with the truant students.
"So the kids fall a little behind," he shrugged. "It's not like any of them are trying to get into Delphi University. They'll catch up. You're not going back for at least the next five days."
"Great," Laura huffed, though she was so deeply tired that she couldn't imagine standing, let alone spending a full day on her feet smiling in front of a tent full of children.
"Maya," Cottle stated. "Her tent is right beside yours. You two are always together. She's best suited to look in on you. She should know at least in part, what you're going through."
"For frak sake," Laura grimaced. "She can't know."
"You don't have to tell her the details. Besides she has no idea who or what her child really is. All she needs to know is that you need someone to look in on you now and then. The way you've taken after the kid all these months she'll be returning a thousand favors."
"Fine," Laura begrudgingly agreed.
"For now, until we figure out the next step you should come in often so I can check the position of the placenta. See if it's moving away from the cervix as your uterus grows."
"Okay."
"And Laura?"
"Hm?"
"If termination is ultimately what you decide, I'll have to insist we do it relatively soon," the doctor had impressed upon her.
The longer they waited the harder it would be in all respects.
"I understand."
Cottle had sent a medical transport cart, one of the only vehicles not confiscated from the colonial population since cylon occupation began, to bring Laura home. Maya and Isis had been waiting for her, having received notice of her homecoming that morning.
It had taken all of Laura's remaining strength just to tell the sweet young woman half the truth.
"I've developed a bit of a condition. It started while I was at the prison."
"Oh good lords! Did they cause it?" Maya had asked over tea as Hera napped nearby.
"No. No not all, but it can be quite serious. I...I'm too tired to get into the details just yet, but it can cause uterine hemorrhaging."
"Oh, Laura," Maya had cried, reaching out to take her hand in comfort.
"I'll be fine," Laura assured. "Cottle says it should clear up soon. I may need a very minor procedure. I just need a favor for a while."
"Anything," Maya quickly replied. "Gods, Laura I owe you so much! Anything at all."
"Cottle would feel better if I had someone checking in on me a few times a day, at least until I can go back to work. He's worried if I bleed enough to lose consciousness I could hemorrhage to death before I could get help."
"This sounds kind of serious," Maya said with a worrisome expression.
"It will be fine. Just as long as I have someone to come by now and then," Laura insisted.
"I'll do whatever I can, Laura," the young woman pledged. "Isis and I don't ever want to lose you. You've become like family to us."
With that they'd finished their tea. Maya took Hera and left Laura to rest with a promise to return every so often.
Laura had felt terrible giving her friend a fraction of the truth, especially after she'd pledged her assistance and expressed such kindness.
Since the worlds ended Laura hadn't realized just how much she'd been missing friendship. There were times when she'd felt some level of camaraderie with Lee, Billy, Tory, Cottle or Bill but those relationships were all intertwined with other things like business, health, politics and romantic affections. Maya had become a true friend and Laura sometimes felt guilty for initially wanting to keep her close just so Hera would be nearby. She'd found that she quite liked the young mother and she wished that the basis for their connection wasn't tainted with the dark hidden truth.
Laura knew that if things went on too much longer she would have to divulge her pregnancy to Maya but she just didn't know what she was going to do yet.
All sense and logic was telling her to end it. It felt as if it were the only real option. Even if the fetus was of no use to the cylons, she considered, why would she willingly bring a child into such a cruel and hard existence? There wasn't enough to eat, the planet was barely hospitable. How could she bring such a hard life upon another soul? It wasn't something she'd considered attempting during the most stable times in her life so why would she dare do it now when everything was so painfully difficult? She hated herself for even contemplating it; for allowing herself the weakness of imagining that she might be able to keep it, for allowing herself to imagine what it would be like not to feel so alone, to have someone to love and love her back without condition. She hated herself for dreaming that Bill would somehow return in the nick of time to rescue her and that he'd whisk them all away from the hell they'd endured and make her feel as though it were safe enough to bring their child into the universe. She admonished herself for it each time the thoughts crossed her mind.
Likewise she despised herself when thinking about what she'd most likely have to do. She wondered how she'd be able to go on after it was done, her heart irrevocably broken and her spirit so badly damaged. Would she tell Bill if he came back one day in the future? Against all odds we made a baby whose only hope was to die. Would he hate her for it? Would he be glad that she'd made the right choice? Or would she keep it from him, sparing him from the pain she'd have to carry as long as she lived?
Debating it had brought her no closer to a decision and after days in bed sleep had become an escape rather than needed rest. She knew she finally had to get up, start moving around and face what was coming whatever it may be.
She decided on a trip to the showers. After alerting Maya of her plans she made her way to the communal facilities.
The hot steamy spray had been heaven on her sore back and hips. She left feeling refreshed and a bit more alert, but the walk back and her lack of breakfast had left her a bit lightheaded. She'd planned to sit down and rest for a bit before attempting to find some lunch, but as she arrived at the front of her tent she found that she had an awaiting visitor.
"Colonel?" she called, causing the man to turn toward the sound of her voice. "
"There you are," Saul Tigh greeted as enthusiastically as Laura had ever seen him. He stood with a bag in his hand and a genuine smile on his unshaven face. "Welcome back!"
Laura smiled at his uncharacteristically jovial demeanor. It was actually sort of sweet.
"Thank you. I'm just coming back from the showers," she replied as though he wouldn't be able to tell by the state of her still damp hair. "It's been a long few days."
The colonel's smile faded a bit at her reference to the cylon prison. She knew that his detainments were always far worse than hers, longer too.
"Yeah, it always takes me a few days to adjust after they let me out. Frakking bastards like to keep me up for nights on end. They think the lack of sleep makes me more susceptible to their sick mind games, but I'll tell you what, they could chop a finger off and I wouldn't submit to a damn thing," he proclaimed with pride.
Laura did her best not to grimace at the thought. His stays there seemed to be escalating in severity.
"Well thank the gods we're both out for the time being," she said with a sigh and a small smile.
"Are you busy?" Tigh asked as he seemed to be assessing her physically.
He wasn't subtle and it was a bit uncomfortable, but Laura knew that he was just making sure that she'd truly returned unharmed.
Since Bill's departure Saul had made it more than obvious that he felt some kind of brotherly responsibility to look after her. With the two of them being taken by the cylons interchangeably it was getting harder for him to do so.
"No. Not really," Laura answered. "Just a little tired."
"Oh. I see," he nodded. "Well, I just wanted to come by and see how you fared this time."
"Do you want some tea?" she offered, gesturing toward the tent flap.
"No. No, if you're tired you should get some rest. I just wanted to check in and Ellen wanted me to bring this," he said holding out the bag in his hand for Laura to take.
"For me? From Ellen?" she asked as she took the offering. "Should I be worried?"
Saul chucked.
"No, no. Nothing crazy. It's just a loaf of bread. I told her I was going to stop by and see how you were since they'd let you go. She told me to bring this since you probably haven't been able to shop yet," he explained.
"Oh. That's so considerate," Laura said with a grateful smile. While she and Ellen were by no means friends the contempt she'd once had for the colonel's wife hadn't survived the New Caprican terrain. Before the cylon invasion when Bill would make frequent trips to the planet they'd often wind up spending the evenings with the other couple, sharing drinks or playing cards. Something about the planet and perhaps the change in the power dynamic had softened Ellen's attitude and curbed her excess drinking, especially since the Tighs had permanently settled. Laura was able to make amicable conversation at least for Bill's sake. When it came down to it she'd found that he considered both Saul and Ellen dear friends despite their faults and the many mistakes in their past. Once Laura realized how much Bill actually cared for the woman Laura felt moved to give her a second chance. As crude and brassy as Ellen Tigh could be Laura had to admit that she could be lots of fun under the right circumstances.
"Please thank her for me, won't you?"
"Of course," Saul nodded.
"Why don't you come in for just a second?" Laura asked once more. "It's cold."
Saul seemed as if he wasn't quite ready to leave and yet he was hesitant to bother her.
"You should rest if you're tired. I heard you spent some time in the med tent after they released you," he mentioned.
"It was an unrelated matter," Laura replied before he had a chance to ask what happened.
"Ah. Well I'm glad to see you up and about. I did want to talk to you about something," he said glancing to the side, letting her know that it wasn't something to be spoken about in public. "It'll only take a sec."
"Of course. Just come on in."
Saul followed Laura into her tent. He glanced around at the dwelling, noting the unmade bed, a pile of laundry and stacks of books and papers that seemed to need tidying. It was a stark change from the neatly kept space he'd seen the last time he'd been there to repair her water pump.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked. "Cottle says you're fine?"
"I'll be alright. It's just…" she paused as she put the bag of bread into the small cupboard. "...it's never easy in there, is it?"
"No," Saul shook his head. "No it's not. And that's part of why I came to talk to you."
Laura turned to him with obvious concern on her face.
"Has someone else been taken?"
"A few," he confirmed with a nod. "At least one guy we had working with us; kid by the name of Ryan Finn. Chief says he has a wife and kid."
"Gods."
"And, Laura, you and I know it's only a matter of time before they take me or you again. Hell, they just let you go so I'm expecting them any day now. They sort of seem to alternate between making an example out of the two of us."
"I'm sorry, Saul," she whispered.
"Some of the guys think we should amp things up. Show that they can't just take our people without consequence. Anders thinks he has a new strategy. It's just… it'll be risky."
"I have no doubt of that," Laura said as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Anyway," the colonel went on. "There's a meeting in the bunker tomorrow night. If you're feeling up to it we'd rather you were there while we try to figure everything out. You could come have dinner with Elle and I beforehand, we'll go in through the entrance in my tent. Unless you think you need some extra time-"
"I'll be there," Laura confirmed before he could imply that she needed to recover.
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure. I'll see you there," she promised.
"19:00. Should be able to get what we need done with time to spare before curfew."
"Alright," Laura nodded.
Saul eyed her for a moment, almost regretting that he had to ask her to join them. She looked exhausted. Ever since her recovery from cancer she'd looked wonderful. Her hair and eyes were brighter, her skin glowing and healthy and her energy lightened. Saul had noticed such a difference in her. She seemed vivacious, healthy and refreshed, especially during the first months on New Caprica. He could remember the day he'd noticed just how green her eyes were in the sunlight, the day he'd noticed she was never without a smile when Bill was at her side. Then the cylons came and Bill had left. Since then he'd seen the light of her spirit dull and diminish little by little. It worried him to now see it affecting her physically.
"I'll let you rest, but anything you need you let us know, and if they've got me, well, I know Ellen will help if she can."
"That's very kind of the both of you."
"Don't mention it. We've gotta make sure you're in one piece for when the Old Man comes back," Saul teased with a wink.
Laura tried to smile at his jesting.
"If," she corrected but Saul shook his head.
"When," he insisted as he made his way to the exit.
"Be careful out there, Saul," she said as he left.
NEW CAPRICAN CYLON ADMINISTRATIVE BUILDING. OFFICE OF JOHN CAVIL.
"So, Eight," Cavil spoke with a puckish smirk on his face. He leaned back within his chair and put his feet upon his mostly empty desk. "What did our frigid little mother-to-be have to say the other day?"
Boomer stood facing Cavil, intentionally choosing not to take the adjacent chair. The elder cylon man had taken special interest in her, but she was by no means ready to let him lead her around like some lost puppy and she wanted him to know it. She'd been let down by Caprica Six and her lack of focus. It had taken so much for the two of them to convince their lines to commit to the goal of coexistence and now Caprica seemed too wrapped up in reuniting with Giaus Baltar to care much about anything else. With most colonials refusing to consider the possibility of peaceful integration and the general discomfort of the planet they all found themselves on Sharon was frustrated and beginning to lose hope once again. At least Cavil seemed sure of himself. At least he wasn't wrapped up in bullshit ideology like the rest of her so called brothers and sisters. Staying close to him made her feel like she'd have an option if everything went to hell again.
"Well for starters she had no frakking idea," Boomer remarked.
"No idea of what?" Cavil scowled in confusion.
"That she's carrying a baby."
"Oh, Eight," Cavil spoke with a puckish smirk on his face. "And you believed that?" he mocked with a snort.
Sharon shrugged.
"I think so. She was convinced that we were lying to her. I mean she knew that we had already examined her, so why would she have kept up the lie unless she truly didn't believe us?" the Eight posed.
"Because," Cavil said with sneering contempt, "she's human and they are immoral to the core. Their values have turned to filth and they care no more about lying to us than they do throwing us out into the cold abyss of space."
Boomer rolled her eyes, now used to the Ones frequent theatrics.
"Anyway," she continued. "she must have accepted it by now. I left her with the fleet doctor."
Cavil reclined further and put his hands behind his head.
"Any guess as to who the father is?"
Boomer arched a brow.
"Well I didn't but Baltar sure did."
"And?"
"He actually thinks its Admiral Adama's"
"Ha!" the cylon man exclaimed in amusement. "It's colonial royalty to boot!"
"I guess," Boomer sighed.
"Well this whole situation is just chock full of irony isn't it?" Cavil said with a wicked grin, seemingly quite pleased with the news. "Roslin had that hybrid child killed, and now fate has seen it fit to make sure that she provides a replacement. I like it! Some actual cosmic justice for once!" he relished. "She must be going out of her mind. Saddled with a child this late in the game and it's carrying the DNA of a race she considers so vial and so worthless that she orders them flushed out of the airlocks of her ships to die in the void of space," he gleaned. "Anything else?"
Boomer thought for a moment, trying to decide what was best shared with the man and what was best kept to herself.
"No. Well...sort of," she reconsidered. "I'm not sure if it matters."
"Spit it out, Eight," Cavil sternly urged.
Boomer bit at her lip in consideration.
"I got the feeling that Roslin identified me," she explained after a beat. "I don't think anyone told her it was me. In fact I'm almost positive, but she guessed...or maybe she just knew."
"Now that's interesting," Cavil said, taking his feet off of the desk and leaning forward in his chair.
"Maybe we shouldn't have let her go," Boomer frowned.
"Well, I was outvoted. By all lines including the Eights," John complained. "Thanks a lot by the way."
Sharon shook her head.
"No," she thoughtfully reassessed. "No, it was the right move to let her go. We couldn't keep her. We're here for a reason."
Cavil clasped his hands upon the desktop.
"Ah, yes, this pet project of yours. It's going so well," he mocked.
"Well this baby could change that," Boomer challenged. "But if the colonial people even suspect that we did anything to Laura Roslin's child, to Admiral Adama's child, frak, they'll revolt in a second. With Sharon's baby gone, this child is the new hope for integration. We can't just steal it and we can't harm the mother."
"We'll see about that," Cavil grumbled. "Something tells me it's a crapshoot whether or not there even is a child by the time we check back in with the former president."
During their vote the Ones had been adamant about keeping Roslin captive once the DNA anomalies of the fetus were discovered. He was less concerned with public opinion and felt that nothing should be left up to chance. He'd insisted that Roslin wouldn't hesitate to destroy the new scion just as she had the hybrid.
"I warned her that it would be a mistake," Boomer asserted.
"Well goodie for you, but that woman doesn't scare very easily. We may have to pay another visit. Impress upon her and the good doctor how foolish it would be."
"Maybe."
"She'll need to be taken eventually," Cavil said with a groan as he stretched in his seat. "She'll never come willingly, no matter what's promised to her."
"We still don't know if the child will be of much consequence. It could just be a symbol. A way to bridge the gap between the races," Boomer attempted.
"And it could be a whole lot more than just some mascot for handholding and sharing!" Cavil exlamied as he smacked his open fist on the desktop. "It could be a genetic treasure trove! It could be our answer to a viable means of cylon reproduction! It could mean a new race rid of the human curse of cruelty and frailty and blessed with cylon strength and connectivity! Especially when you're telling me that the mother may have abilities herself!"
"We don't know that yet," Sharon sharply reminded, in the face of Cavil's incensed rant. "It's speculation."
"Well, we're going to find out, Eight. That's for sure."
Sharon looked away for a moment collecting her thoughts.
"I think for a while we need to watch Roslin. Give her some time. The more aggressive we are the more she'll be convinced that she should eliminate the child altogether. She'll be less likely to consider that the longer it goes on."
"I still say she needs to be reminded of what's in her best interest before it's out of our hands," Cavil insisted.
"You're right," Boomer agreed, putting her hands on her hips.
"I know that," Cavil muttered.
"We'll have to vote on it first," she reminded the cantankerous old machine.
"Of course," he lampooned. "Wouldn't want to upset the frakking hive."
"And I think…" Boomer added. "I think we should send Caprica Six."
"Why?" Cavil questioned. "What's the damned difference?"
Sharon thought for a moment more.
"Baltar," she began, ignoring the face the One made at the colonial president's name. "He says that when Roslin was dying from cancer she'd claimed that she'd seen him and Caprica together before the fall of the colonies. He admitted it during one of his interrogations following his surrender."
Cavil's brow creased.
"And?" he prompted with impatience.
Boomer licked at her bottom lip, unphased by the man's rude and crass tone.
"Let's see if Roslin recognizes Caprica Six from her sisters."
Thank you for your time. I have another chapter and an outline for the rest of the story but I'm not sure there is enough interest. If you would like to see this fic continue please let me know. Best wishes- LLA