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Admittedly, this isn't what she had expected, but some work hours are worth this. She has her feet propped up on a chair and has been watching Gaius tend to her tables for the last few hours. She hasn't determined yet what she wants to spend the rest of the day doing, but after everything -- and everything he's found out about her -- she likes this small little sliver of normalcy.

It's almost like she's back with Charley. Almost.

"You missed a table," she helpfully points out, popping slices of mango past her lips as she gestures to a table that has yet to be bussed.

Her hands still have blood on them.

The house is in one piece, the bomb in the Jeep was dismantled in time, and she has blood on her hands from Sarkissian's body and his henchman. She had been waiting for them. She had known they would be there and instead of letting them chain her up and beat John, she'd been waiting for them with a weapon and all the rage of a mother protecting her child.

And now, she has blood on her hands and she stares down at the stain, unable to process anything around her. Not John, not Derek, not even the men from the island who are impossibly there. She just can't...

She can't process this. Not yet. She's done a lot of things, but this is the first time she has blood on her hands from a direct kill. It's her first.

And it hadn't even been the machines.

She has human blood on her hands and she's not sure if she's done the right thing.

Out of all the things she's ever expected of her life, being torn away from a surgical table and brought to an Island isn't one of them. Another thing she doesn't expect is to close her eyes in sleep one day and wake up in a familiar alleyway with a gun in her hands and John being held hostage.

It all goes the same, it all progresses exactly the same. Derek is there and the child is whimpering and then the man pretending to be Sarkissian is shot and John is in her arms. It's different, though, it's different because she hasn't seen John in too long and she remembers the last time they were separated this long.

She won't let go, she refuses, even when out of the corner of her eye she sees faces that, by all rights, shouldn't be there. "John," she says, holding him closer than before. "John, I love you," she says like it's a command, like he needs to respond. "Are you okay?"

She's dallied too long.

At first, Sarah could almost consider it acceptable because of her leg, but then she had started to have nightmares about her inaction. She sits around all day and researches the history of this strange place she's in and considers seeking help because she's imagining a place with dinosaurs, but the last time she looked for a therapist...well, that's one story she's sure kids won't ever hear at bedtime.

She lowers her hairbrush and looks at her reflection in the mirror. All prettied up and barely looking like she's been shot less than a week ago. She touches the clasp in her hair lightly and smooths her hand over the ankle-length black skirt and blouse she's put on. She's waited too long. There are things at play on this strange Island she's been taken to and while she might not know where John is and while she might not know if Derek is protecting him, she does know that she can't stop fighting.

She'll start with the call-box system, see if it's a threat. There are other concerns, but she's only one woman and she has to start here. She slides into a pair of low-slung heels just outside the lab where people tell her that Gaius Baltar usually works. "Dr. Baltar?" she remarks, waiting to be noticed.

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