She fell against the stone floor, pain shooting through her arms on impact. There was laughter echoing through the room. Laura tried to focus as she was pulled to her feet again. "Doctor Roslin you get to be the first to experience our new… treatment," Doral chuckled sadistically as he pushed her back down into a chair. "That is, unless you want to tell us who is involved with the Resistance?"

With venom she had never before felt, Laura looked him straight in the eye and spat. Again she found herself on the floor. She massaged her cheek in an attempt to dull the pain caused by his punch.

"Looks like we have a spitter this time around," Leoben growled. He crouched down next to her and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Bad girls need to be punished Laura." He held up some contraption involving a mouth guard and leather straps.

"You're going to regret this," She snarled, trying to ignore the pain coursing through her body.

"I believe you're the one who's going to regret your actions," Leoben told her as he viciously shoved the guard into her mouth, keeping a tight hold of her chin as she tried to push him away. "The Admiral isn't here to protect you any more. He left you here. You're fighting for nothing." He buckled the straps at the back, and on top, of her head.

She flinched as she felt him tighten the straps, and bit down hard on the mouth guard. There were moments when she believed them, believed that Bill had truly left her and was never coming back - and as a model Six walked into the room with a spiteful gleam in her eye, it became one of those moments.

"This should be fun," Six purred as her fingers gliding along the leather straps as she passed.

Laura squirmed as she was pulled back up to the chair, her arms being fastened together behind her. She growled through the mouth guard as Six played with hair, and without thinking she kicked out her legs knocking Six to the ground.

"Bitch!" Six snarled as she got back up. She grabbed something out of Doral's hand and pressed it against Laura's side.

A cold fire seemed to erupt through her body, and Laura screamed as best she could. Withering in pain as electricity attacked her weakening body.


She woke suddenly, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Pain burned throughout her body and she stiffened as she felt an arm tighten around her waist. Her hand reached out to the edge of the bed and she cautiously moved towards it, taking care not to make too much noise. Her feet hit the floor and she dropped to her knees, crawling as fast as she could until she found a wall.


For a moment she thought she heard Bill's voice. But it couldn't be. They were trying to trick her again. What had they done to her? They'd do anything for information. She moved along the wall, bumping into numerous objects as she tried to find the door. Desperate to escape.

"Laura what's wrong?"

"Leave me alone," She whispered harshly, too focused on escaping to care if she was heard. But they weren't trying to stop her. "Let me out! Just let me go home!" She screamed into the darkness.

"You are home Laura," Bill grabbed her arms, turning her towards him. "You're on Colonial One. You're safe."

"No!" She yelled at him, trying to get away. "It's a trick. You're trying to make me tell you everything by pretending I'm back with Bill. But I won't because you're not him!"

"Laura it is me," He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek. "We're safe. We're together. Believe me."

Slowly she slid her hand over his cheek, trying to match the feeling to what she remembered. Her hands gently explored his face as she took in every detail. But it wasn't enough. She needed more. The memory itself could not prove who he was. She trailed her hand down to his bare chest until she found what she was looking for, a smooth line running down his torso. Bill's scar. Proof. "I'm sorry," She told him quietly as her finger continued to trace the scar.

"What happened?" He asked curiously, pulling her into his arms. "Was it a bad dream?"

"I don't know," Her voice was distant as she thought about it. "I don't know what's a dream and what's a memory. Everything's just dark and then there are images, Cylons, and I feel them…" She shivered.

"It's okay…'

"No, no," She shook her head. "They shocked me. This little control thing, it would touch me and shoot electricity or something through me. And it hurt. I wanted to die… you were gone and I wanted to die."

"I came back," He told her, kissing her forehead. "I wasn't going to let you die Laura."

"It hurt…" She whimpered against his shoulder.

"I won't let them hurt you again,"

"But you can't stop them," Laura whispered as she felt his arm tighten around her. "No one can."

Bill held her close, knowing he was probably irritating her wounds. He needed to comfort her and help her feel safe. The only problem was that he had no idea what he was protecting her from. Memories of a Cylon were not as easy to get rid off. It wasn't possible to simply throw a memory out an airlock. "Laura," He said softly, running his fingers through her hair. "I've got you now, and no one is going to hurt you. We just have to work on separating the memories from reality."

"It's too hard when I can't see where I am…"

"That's what I'm here for," He said softly. "And when I'm not here, Tory will help you."

"I want you," She whispered quietly against his shoulder. "What time is it?"

"I don't know. Come with me and I'll check," He muttered as he took her hand in his, and gently led her back to the bed. Picking up his watch from the bedside table, he frowned. "Not even two o'clock yet."

"I'm sorry I woke you up…"

"It's not your fault," He whispered, kissing her lips softly.

Laura moved closer to him, deepening the kiss, as her hands slid up his chest. She could feel her pulse quickening and she didn't care whether her body could handle it or not, she wanted more. Something dropped, possibly his watch, and she pushed her body up against his. Pain mixed with pleasure as she felt his hands slid around her waist, brushing up against her burns and bruises. She broke away momentarily, taking the time to catch her breath. "It's two o'clock and everyone's asleep…" She whispered.

"Except for us," He pointed out.

"Except for us," She repeated with a smile. "I want to do this."

"And I don't want to hurt you," He whispered, resting his forehead against hers.

"Forget about all that," She told him softly. "Remember the night after the ground breaking ceremony?"


"You stayed with me all night," She found his lips again and kissed him sweetly. "Let's do that again."

"Laura…" He whispered her name against her lips as he pulled her down to the bed.