Had this floating around in my head for a while, finally decided to go for it! This is just a taste of what I have in mind, and figured this will give me time to flesh out more of what I want to do.

The sun beat down unforgiving on the rocky terrain the young brunette was trudging across. While not subject to fatigue she was susceptible to sweating. With a sigh she ran her hand across her forehead brushing a strand of hair away. Ariana as she liked to be called has always felt different from her sisters. Caprica had found happiness with Gaius Baltar. However she detested his narcissism, but his genius was attractive to her. She wasn't as sensual and religious as her sisters she wanted to explore, wanted something different. After 4 years of living with Baltar and others she set out to find new horizons on this new planet. She had been walking off and on for months, stopping when she needed. However she wanted to end her journey...an end looked to be in sight. Her eyes set upon a small cabin, with a tiny garden, and a pile of arranged rocks. She didn't see anyone around so she slowly approached the cabin. She found herself next to a small garden of flowers with blooming red roses, their petals velvet to the touch. She inhaled deeply taking in their scent she loved flowers ever since she came to Earth. She was cataloguing them in a small notebook she carried. She looked up at the small window sill above, daring to peek her head up to see through the clear glass.

She took in the surroundings of the little house, it was sparsely furnished despite the well kept garden. In a darkened corner she could make out a twin sized bed with a plaid blanket spread out over the top of it. On a small table by the bed pictures were arranged, as well as a small silver object. It was hard to make out but the pictures were comprised of a red headed woman with a young man. Another picture was of a man and the same women. Strangely the woman and older man looked familiar, they looked like the President and Admiral. Blinking in disbelief she turned back towards the rocks she had passed now knowing what they were. Her eyes didn't make it back to the grave because they instead settled on a figure standing above her.

"What are you doing here, Cylon".

"Admiral Adama...I...".

"I didn't expect my solitude to be disturbed by a Cylon, Saul Tigh on a drunken bender was my first though"

With a small chuckle he bends down and slowly helps the younger woman to her feet. Her big brown eyes move over the older man. He's aged since he's last been seen, his hair is almost completely grey barely any black is showing through. His eyes are still a bright ocean blue, but they reflect a hint of sadness in their depths. Even among the rebel Cylon fleet there was talk of the relationship between the President and the Admiral. She had been working on repairs of the Galactica when they walked through arm and arm. When he thought no one could see they had stopped as he gently kissed her while stroking her cheek. Her memory was interrupted by the sound of the Admiral speaking again.

"You know my name...what is yours?"

"My name is Ariana..."