Reversus Patria
Part: 20
Rating: PG, maybe be PG-13 later on
paring: ensemble cast
Summary: continuation of Faoi Dheireadh

Note: I do want to thank AlbertG, James Axelrad, Moggie, Becky, Sue, and Rap541 for their expertise. Without their input this story would not be what it is today. Be warned, this takes place sometime near the end of season two. Anything after Epiphanies are conjectures from the author's warped mind. . . This is a sequel of Faoi Dheireadh.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and its characters are creations of Glen Larson and copywrited by Universal Studios. I make no money off this.

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Chapter Twenty - Epilogue

'Is she gone?' a woman's voice called from deeper in the house.

Alistar moved from the large parlor and into the more intimate spaces the family used on a regular basis. 'Yes, she's gone now.' The woman whose voice he heard moments before was seated on one of the couches and reading a book. She was just starting to show more of her age, though she looked well for being over eighty.

'Why now?' she asked while putting her book down.

'I'm not sure, Deidre.' Alistar rubbed the back of his neck before sitting down in the closest chair.

'It could be because of the Cylons. I remember when I was growing up in Alexandria when Aunt Jackie and Uncle Robert would come and visit. Uncle Robert always complained about how the least little peep out of the Cylons and your people would panic and openly talk about leaving.' Deidre gave a slight humph while shaking her head.

Alistar gave her one of his looks. 'Yes, I know all about that. I did grow up here.'

'I just think it's rather interesting that they're coming for interviews now, especially with the dedications later today. She could have easily come last year or even ten years ago.'

'Your problem is that you don't like journalists.'

'That too.'

The sound of a door slamming and small footsteps running through the house easily let them know that the youngest members of the growing family had arrived.

'Brendan Gaeta, don't run in the house!' they heard a male voice call out, but it didn't seem to matter. The door burst open and a child approximately 5-years-old ran through and dived onto Alistar's lap.

'Don't you know not to run,' he asked the small child.

'But I wanted to see you, Granpa!' Brendan whined.

'Sorry about that, Dad,' the owner of the voice he heard earlier entered the room and picked Brendan up.

'I expected it, Daniel.' Alistar muttered just loud enough for Deidre to hear, "He's got Thrace's temperament."

"What do you expect?" Deidre answered with a grin as she put the book down and got to her feet. 'Where's everyone else?'

'Already on their way to the dedication. I told them I'd swing by to pick you up,' Daniel answered as they all left the room, leaving it empty except for the holographic pictures scattered around the room.

Finis.