Obviously not mine. Based on speculation for Season 4.

I used to be Lady Mudpie. I wrote one story a long time ago that I never finished. Hopefully I'll have better luck this time around.

Cottle snuffed out his cigarette in the nearest bedpan as he entered the waiting area. It wasn't every day his sickbay was visited by so many people.

Then again, it wasn't every day that someone returned from the dead.

He waited a moment before announcing his presence to observe the people milling around. The Admiral was seated, staring into space. Next to him was the President, her hand resting gently on the Admiral's thigh, in comfort. The younger Adama was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, fist clenched at his sides. Set a bit apart from the others, the Agathons were involved in their own private conversation, carried out in whispers. The air was quiet, but foreboding. The calm before the storm.

Cottle entered, and the hurricane began.

He let them barrage him with questions for exactly seven seconds- he knew, because he counted instead of listening to the visitors- and then held up his hands. They instantly stilled. Cottle mentally smirked. "She's alive and conscious. That's really all I can say right now. We're waiting for the test results to come back. She wants to see Lt. Agathon only."

Helo immediately started moving but Cottle caught his arm. "What?" he asked impatiently.

"I said LT. Agathon, Captain. She's asking for your wife."

No one in the room was more shocked than Lt. Sharon Agathon herself. "Why?"

Cottle rolled his eyes. "How the hell am I supposed to know? She just said you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need a cigarette." With that the doctor left the waiting area. Sharon hesitated for a moment, looking at her husband.

Helo gave her nod and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Tell her I say hi."

She smiled. "I will." As she entered sickbay proper, the remaining four visitors slowly retreated to their individual corners.

Sharon silently pulled up a chair and looked down at the patient lying in the bed. Her hair had grown out again- not as long as it had been after New Caprica, but still a few inches past her shoulders. Eyes closed, she appeared to be sleeping. She had the hospital blankets pulled up to her chest. The machines monitoring her vitals blinked silently. Sharon sat still, and prepared to wait.

"I wasn't sure you would come," Kara said after a moment, eyes still closed.

"I was too surprised not to."

Kara smiled at that and opened her eyes. "I bet you weren't the only one." Her and Sharon's relationship had been a complex one. It was only after New Caprica that Kara began to warm up to her- in part because of Helo, and in part because no one else was really willing to put up with Kara's Post-Traumatic Stress. Still, they were not best friends, not even close. Yet when Cottle finally gave in and said Kara could have a visitor, she couldn't think of anyone else she'd rather have than Sharon.

"I heard you were piloting the Raptor that picked me up."

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Sharon cocked her head to the side. "But you didn't ask for me to come back here just to thank me, did you?"

"No." Kara paused for a moment before continuing. "I needed someone who knew what I was going through."

"I thought so. You need to talk to a Cylon."

Surprise jumped to Kara's face, followed quickly by a small measure of embarrassment. "Gods, Sharon, no. I wasn't even thinking that." She took a deep breath before continuing. "I needed to talk to a mother."

Now it was Sharon's turn to be surprised. "What?"

Kara removed the blanket to reveal a small but distinct mound. She placed he hands protectively on either side.

"Oh God Kara," Sharon breathed.

Kara nodded. "I'm pregnant."