Author's Note- I wrote the first draft of this story before the final season aired. I've taken a few weeks to decide if I wanted to touch on key points from the last season, or to keep with my first draft and go completely Alternate Universe.

I decided to rewrite some of the story to include certain events, but I am choosing to ignore the "Starbuck is an Angel" revelation and keep with my original idea.

13th Tribe Earth-

This was the end of the line.

At least it was for Galactica, the Battlestar had seen its last jump.

The news that the fleet was loosing its primary defense and command center was yet another smack to the face of morale.

There was no choice, but to remain in Earth's orbit and take the time to restructure and rebuild the fleet.

This planet was a forced rest stop.

There had been too many rash judgments, too many acts of desperation, and the fleet needed a break.

The break was the Cylon rebels, who were offering protection and technology in exchange for peace and a place among the fleet.

Of course not every one was happy with their presence, but it was quickly realized that without Galactica they were going no where.

So while the Council battled back and forth about the future of humanity, the Cylon rebels took action.

They had scoured Earth and found that the southern most continent could sustain human life.

Before the Nuclear Holocaust, the continent had been almost completely inhabitable. It had been covered mostly of Ice and temperatures which had made the continent unlivable.

But that was before the Nuclear Holocaust, now it was home.

Though it was by far the smallest of the continents, the climate was now mild, healthy vegetation grew wild and the forests were rich with animals that could be domesticated or butchered for food.

Now, Colonists had set up a tent city reminiscent of New Caprica, and the Cylons had begun to build manufacturing plants to make repair parts for the fleet.

Kara Thrace ran through down the wooded path, relishing the feel of the cool early morning air against her sweaty skin. Her legs pumped furiously as she cursed her body. She was getting fat and no matter how furious and hard she worked out, she wasn't loosing the weight.

"Frakkin Frak!" She laid her blame.

Ever since they had arrived on Earth, the pounds had begun to pile on, and fatigue wore her down.

Back in flight school she had been warned that it was common for those used to space gravity to experience problems adjusting to planetary gravity. She would have sworn that she hadn't had these problems on New Caprica.

So she pushed herself. She wasn't going to let her body go to the pudge, no matter how exhausted she felt after her workouts.

She rounded one last curve and saw the crude stone bench that served as her finish line. She also saw that it was occupied.

She decided to keep running.

"Hello Kara." A Two model joined her. Not a day went by that she didn't encounter one on the Galactica or in the tent city.

Thankfully most of them kept out of her way, but not this particular model.

"You look beautiful today. The fresh air suites you."

"What do you want, Leoben?" She gasped, not slowing down.

"You know what I want." He grinned, running so effortlessly next to her.

She glanced over, "Frak off," Shoving him roughly off the path.

He laughed and reached out to catch her by the waist. She stumbled, and came to stop, a sharp pain in her side. "Oh..."

"Kara?" Leoben released her, concern in his voice

"I'm fine. Just a little out of shape." She gasped, bending over.

"Here have a drink." A bottle of water had appeared in his hand. She accepted it without comment. The cool liquid soothed her parched throat and she sighed as the pain in her side eased.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. I want to show you something."

Puzzled, she frowned but didn't refuse. He started down the trail and reluctantly she followed him until they came to a new clearing.

She stopped in astonishment at the sight of at least a dozen one level concrete buildings that had not been there the week before. "What the frak?"

"It's what I've been working on. An Earth-side permanent settlement," he beamed.

"But it was only being discussed at the meetings…" she paused, her eyes trying to drink in what she was seeing. "How?"

"Humans forget the Cylons are builders as well." He grin, taking her hand he led her closer.

"And this one?" she asked as he led her to the glass doors of one of the smaller buildings.

"Living quarters for Hybrid families," he answered, guiding her through a small foyer that contained 4 doors. "Galen Tyrol has already moved in."

"Is it safe or even wise to have them all together?" She asked. "Is it fair to have permanent housing for those couples when the rest of the Earth-side population, are living in tents?"

"This is just the first set of buildings and the second community is already planned on the opposite side of the tent city near the manufacturing factory." He explained, stopping in front of the door with 6A under its peephole. "After the medical complex completion is built, then the second community will be completed, as well as a school."

"All this, when it's not even decided if the fleet will stay here more than a season?" Kara shook her head.

"Who knows for sure?" He opened the door and gestured for her to enter. "Anyway this apartment is yours."

"Mine?"

Confused she entered directly into a large living area, with a fully functional kitchen she doubted she would ever use. There was a bathroom almost as big as some of the co-ed heads on the Galactica. It seemed extreme to think just one person at a time would use it.

"And this …" he opened the door to yet another room. In the middle of the room was a single piece of furniture, a baby's crib. "...will be the baby's room."

She starred at him confused, "What the frak are you talking about?"

"You are going to be a wonderful mother."

She paused and glared at him.

"How dare you?" Fury ripped through her; she couldn't believe he was going to play this sick game with her again.

"You mean you didn't know?" He was puzzled; all the signs had been there. Hadn't she noticed?

"Is this some kind of game to you?" The old angry Kara was back, her anger flashing like a deadly wraith.

"Not a game." But she wasn't listening, instead she shoved him away.

"I should have known that you weren't done with the mind games." She screeched, as he tried to catch her flaying arms. "I guess you are going to tell me that you made another child from my robbed ovary. I haven't forgotten what you did on New Caprica. I haven't forgotten Kacey!"

"Kara, listen to what I have to say."

"I should kill you now. No download for you." Tears were filling her eyes, as he pounded on him with clinched fists. She drew blood, as one connected one blow connected with his chin, and the follow up smashed into his ear.

He still wanted her to play house, he still wanted a family with her and she had been dumb enough to think he was done with his manipulations.

"You won't." He acknowledged, those thrilling blue eyes twinkling wickedly at her, as he finally caught her fists in his own and pulled her into a forced embrace. She often forgot that he was so much stronger than her, and that he had habit of playing weak to make her drop her guard. He wasn't doing so now, he was serious.

She turned her gaze away from him feeling defeated and he let her go, allowing her to slid her back down the wall to the floor. She rested her head in her hands.

"I am not proud of what I did to you on New Caprica." He wiped the blood from his face with the sleeve of his shirt and then knelt by her. "I realize that you will probably never forgive me. But this isn't about Kacey or your stolen ovary."

"Then why are you doing this? Why are you showing me a crib in an apartment in a building that is for Hybrid families?"

"Because you are already have a child growing inside you." His hand reached out to her stomach, and she felt sensation. Not a pain this time. Was it a cramp? No… it was more like a nudge.

A nudge. Realization dawned on her. She placed her hand next to his, and felt it again.

"What?!" She cried out surprised.

"It's mine." He grinned proudly.