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Jo Harvelle, Moya (the spaceship), and Laura Roslin end up in the same intergalactic space port. There's a bar in the hangar where Moya's docked, and while Moya herself is not drinking, the fumes are kinda getting to her. Laura thanks the gods that the fleet found a rift in space and time to slip through, and even if this reality is chock full of its own problems, Cylons aren't one of them. Her thanking mostly takes the shape of rotgut whiskey that Crichton's been distilling in Moya's hold. Jo is pissed. She's glad she's not dead, but she really wishes Cas hadn't just flung her atoms willy nilly through the multiverse the second before she died. Jo's been here for months, and she doesn't think she'll ever find her way back. President Roslin is much older than Jo, but she's funny and irreverent and she can hold her liquor like a Winchester. Before long, they're linking arms and stumbling back to their guest quarters on Moya. Jo tries not to think about all the ways that President Roslin, that Laura, reminds her of her mother; that's a one way ticket to a crying jag she can't afford. But she lets Laura remind her to drink a glass of water before falling asleep, and she lets Laura brush her hair back and kiss her forehead, and she falls asleep with the quiet thrum of Moya singing running through her veins.