Imagine - Chapter Four (Well Well Well)
Imagine - Chapter Four
A/U with familiar characters/scenes
Set approximately two years after the Galactica's decommissioning. There were no attacks on the colonies.
Rated T
Not my characters etc etc.
Chapter Four - Well Well Well
Laura Roslin had no idea what William Adama was thinking about her, or the information she had just shared with him. His eyes were not focused on her. She thought he was maybe trying to take it in and make sense of it all. She couldn't blame him if he was. She'd been trying to understand it for approximately the last twelve months, to no avail.
He probably thought she was some mad religious zealot who was going to, given her position, cause mayhem with fanaticism.
The only thing that did instill in her some hope that she had been correct in her faith in him was that he was still holding onto her hand. She tried not to dwell on how much she liked the warm sensation that hand was spreading through her body. Or how it inexplicably made her feel safe.
Finally, he looked up and into her eyes. "How many people have you told this to?" he asked.
"Well, the priestess, obviously. Her name is Elosha. She came to Galactica's decommissioning, you may remember?"
He nodded. Of course he would remember. His mind was like a steel trap.
"And Billy." She paused for a moment. "And you."
He looked up at her in surprise. She grimaced and explained further. "Billy doesn't think it would score us many points in the polls if I were to admit that I was taking hallucinogenic drugs."
"Smart man, that Billy," he said dryly. "So," he continued, "you don't really need a Military Adviser. That was all a front."
"No, no, that's true. In fact I wish I already had you working for me a couple of weeks ago. You see, there's more I need to explain."
The telephone rang at her desk, causing them both to start. She rose to answer it, reluctantly allowing him to let go of her hand in the process.
It was Billy. "Madam President, we're ready for you at the press conference."
She checked her watch, surprised that she and the Commander had been talking for so long. She quickly assured Billy she was on her way and hung up.
"I'm sorry, Commander, I have a press conference to attend. Apparently I need to reassure everyone that I did, in fact, nearly die from breast cancer and that I am currently in remission. The fact that I spent six months getting around with no hair on my head, eyebrows or eyelashes should have been a big hint to the press." She grimaced again.
William Adama gave her a sympathetic look.
"Maybe we need a break anyway," she continued. "Give you a chance to process your thoughts about your crazy Commander-In-Chief," she joked, hoping that wasn't really what he thought of her.
She cowardly never gave him a chance to answer and instead surprised herself by asking him if he would escort her to the press gallery. After his 'of course, Madam President', he stood and she placed a hand upon his arm as they walked along. She couldn't explain why the gesture felt so natural.
The bar three doors down from the Caprican Government Building was a lot more upmarket than the bars Saul Tigh usually frequented.
Rows of bottled beers with fancy labels from every colony were lined up on display behind the two bartenders who were dressed in pristine white shirts and immaculately pressed black trousers. Blue neon lights ran around the bar's footrest and music was being piped in from somewhere, playing alternately between jazz and blues. There was no pool table, dart board, triad table or any of those miniature bar versions of pyramid which Ellen was so fond of. Instead there were several armchairs and low tables scattered around, creating, what he guessed they like to call, intimate areas.
Bill Adama sat in one of the chairs while Saul ordered their drinks. Saul could tell he was brooding about something. He had hardly said a word since they had arrived. The Old Man needed to get himself a woman and retire, Saul thought.
"Seeing you're the Commander around here on the big money, you'll have to pay for the next three drinks with the frakkin' prices this joint is charging," he complained as he sat. "Heard you won a medal," he added conversationally.
"Yeah, give them out for anything these days," Bill said. "Good behaviour, attendance, playing well with others," Bill jokingly added.
"Ha! Hear you're playing with the Godsdamn President, no less. What's that all about?" he asked.
"I'm her Military Adviser," Bill answered, looking down, swirling the amber liquid around in his glass.
Saul remembered their encounter when Roslin was the Secretary of Education on Galactica. Bill hadn't been very impressed with her then. Saul thought he'd fish to see what Bill's opinion of her was now. "She's a hot piece for a woman her age."
"Saul, she's the President of the Twelve Colonies. You need to show some respect," Bill snapped harshly, gulping some of his drink.
So, Saul thought, Bill obviously now had a higher opinion of the woman. He wondered how much Bill's regard had improved. He decided to push a bit more. "What?" He arched an eyebrow and curled his lip. "You frakkin' her Bill?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You've been hanging in the gutter with Ellen too long," he snarled.
Saul knew that Bill lowering himself to insults about his wife meant this was an extremely touchy subject. Surely the Old Man wasn't such an idiot to fall for the President of the Twelve Colonies? From what he'd heard about her, she'd chew him up and spit him out all before breakfast.
He'd long ago stopped being intimidated by Bill's growl though, so he decided to continue his taunting to see just how far his best friend had fallen. "You just want to frak her then?" he asked. "Wouldn't be the first one. She let that prick Adar frak her though, didn't she?"
He felt the sting in his chin before he had even seen Bill's fist coming at his face. Well, well, well, Saul thought, Roslin's got him by the Godsdamn balls.
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Bill Adama was wrapping his hand in ice when his telephone rang later that night. "Adama," he answered, somewhat unsteadily due to the amount of alcohol in his system.
"Commander Adama? It's Billy Keikeya," the caller announced. "I'm just ringing to let you know that there's been a change to the Admiralty meeting that was scheduled for tomorrow."
"Yes, Mr Keikeya?"
"The venue for the meeting is being shifted to the Pegasus. We'll be departing in Colonial One at one o'clock in the afternoon. You'll need to pack an overnight bag as you and President Roslin won't be returning until late Thursday. The president just wanted me to check that this wouldn't conflict with any personal plans you may have."
"No, Mr Keikeya, that's fine. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yes, sir. Goodnight."
Bill Adama hung up. He tried not to reflect on his disappointment that it had been Billy ringing him and not Laura Roslin herself.
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Bill was shaving in the guest quarters aboard Pegasus prior to the official dinner he was required to attend when there was a tap at his hatch. He opened it to find the president and Billy outside. He politely apologised for his appearance and let them into the room.
"We decided we should let you escort us to the dinner, Commander, as Billy seems to have issues with directions on these battlestars," Roslin said as Bill finished up getting ready. Billy, he noticed, didn't bat an eyelid at her teasing. It was obvious the president and her aide had a close relationship.
"What do you think about Cain?" she asked. "Maybe I should try that 'no chair' thing out at the next Quorum meeting," she snorted.
"Hmph," was all he said. He didn't like to gossip about his colleagues, even to the president.
"Her methods of commanding seem a little opposed to your own Commander," she continued.
"Yes, I suppose. I always liked to earn respect rather than demand it. Of course that isn't to say her methods are not just as effective," he said, trying to be diplomatic.
She hummed slightly. He decided he liked the sound.
"I just want to add that your official duty tonight is to ensure the admiralty don't gang up on the President of the Twelve Colonies. In short, sir," she paused, giving him one ofthose smiles, "you're here to protect me."
He looked deep into her eyes hopefully conveying assurance that he would always be there for her. Then, he just smiled and offered his arm for her to hold onto as they headed towards the Ward Room for their dinner.
Link to chapter 5
A/U with familiar characters/scenes
Set approximately two years after the Galactica's decommissioning. There were no attacks on the colonies.
Rated T
Not my characters etc etc.
Chapter Four - Well Well Well
Laura Roslin had no idea what William Adama was thinking about her, or the information she had just shared with him. His eyes were not focused on her. She thought he was maybe trying to take it in and make sense of it all. She couldn't blame him if he was. She'd been trying to understand it for approximately the last twelve months, to no avail.
He probably thought she was some mad religious zealot who was going to, given her position, cause mayhem with fanaticism.
The only thing that did instill in her some hope that she had been correct in her faith in him was that he was still holding onto her hand. She tried not to dwell on how much she liked the warm sensation that hand was spreading through her body. Or how it inexplicably made her feel safe.
Finally, he looked up and into her eyes. "How many people have you told this to?" he asked.
"Well, the priestess, obviously. Her name is Elosha. She came to Galactica's decommissioning, you may remember?"
He nodded. Of course he would remember. His mind was like a steel trap.
"And Billy." She paused for a moment. "And you."
He looked up at her in surprise. She grimaced and explained further. "Billy doesn't think it would score us many points in the polls if I were to admit that I was taking hallucinogenic drugs."
"Smart man, that Billy," he said dryly. "So," he continued, "you don't really need a Military Adviser. That was all a front."
"No, no, that's true. In fact I wish I already had you working for me a couple of weeks ago. You see, there's more I need to explain."
The telephone rang at her desk, causing them both to start. She rose to answer it, reluctantly allowing him to let go of her hand in the process.
It was Billy. "Madam President, we're ready for you at the press conference."
She checked her watch, surprised that she and the Commander had been talking for so long. She quickly assured Billy she was on her way and hung up.
"I'm sorry, Commander, I have a press conference to attend. Apparently I need to reassure everyone that I did, in fact, nearly die from breast cancer and that I am currently in remission. The fact that I spent six months getting around with no hair on my head, eyebrows or eyelashes should have been a big hint to the press." She grimaced again.
William Adama gave her a sympathetic look.
"Maybe we need a break anyway," she continued. "Give you a chance to process your thoughts about your crazy Commander-In-Chief," she joked, hoping that wasn't really what he thought of her.
She cowardly never gave him a chance to answer and instead surprised herself by asking him if he would escort her to the press gallery. After his 'of course, Madam President', he stood and she placed a hand upon his arm as they walked along. She couldn't explain why the gesture felt so natural.
The bar three doors down from the Caprican Government Building was a lot more upmarket than the bars Saul Tigh usually frequented.
Rows of bottled beers with fancy labels from every colony were lined up on display behind the two bartenders who were dressed in pristine white shirts and immaculately pressed black trousers. Blue neon lights ran around the bar's footrest and music was being piped in from somewhere, playing alternately between jazz and blues. There was no pool table, dart board, triad table or any of those miniature bar versions of pyramid which Ellen was so fond of. Instead there were several armchairs and low tables scattered around, creating, what he guessed they like to call, intimate areas.
Bill Adama sat in one of the chairs while Saul ordered their drinks. Saul could tell he was brooding about something. He had hardly said a word since they had arrived. The Old Man needed to get himself a woman and retire, Saul thought.
"Seeing you're the Commander around here on the big money, you'll have to pay for the next three drinks with the frakkin' prices this joint is charging," he complained as he sat. "Heard you won a medal," he added conversationally.
"Yeah, give them out for anything these days," Bill said. "Good behaviour, attendance, playing well with others," Bill jokingly added.
"Ha! Hear you're playing with the Godsdamn President, no less. What's that all about?" he asked.
"I'm her Military Adviser," Bill answered, looking down, swirling the amber liquid around in his glass.
Saul remembered their encounter when Roslin was the Secretary of Education on Galactica. Bill hadn't been very impressed with her then. Saul thought he'd fish to see what Bill's opinion of her was now. "She's a hot piece for a woman her age."
"Saul, she's the President of the Twelve Colonies. You need to show some respect," Bill snapped harshly, gulping some of his drink.
So, Saul thought, Bill obviously now had a higher opinion of the woman. He wondered how much Bill's regard had improved. He decided to push a bit more. "What?" He arched an eyebrow and curled his lip. "You frakkin' her Bill?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You've been hanging in the gutter with Ellen too long," he snarled.
Saul knew that Bill lowering himself to insults about his wife meant this was an extremely touchy subject. Surely the Old Man wasn't such an idiot to fall for the President of the Twelve Colonies? From what he'd heard about her, she'd chew him up and spit him out all before breakfast.
He'd long ago stopped being intimidated by Bill's growl though, so he decided to continue his taunting to see just how far his best friend had fallen. "You just want to frak her then?" he asked. "Wouldn't be the first one. She let that prick Adar frak her though, didn't she?"
He felt the sting in his chin before he had even seen Bill's fist coming at his face. Well, well, well, Saul thought, Roslin's got him by the Godsdamn balls.
0.0.0
Bill Adama was wrapping his hand in ice when his telephone rang later that night. "Adama," he answered, somewhat unsteadily due to the amount of alcohol in his system.
"Commander Adama? It's Billy Keikeya," the caller announced. "I'm just ringing to let you know that there's been a change to the Admiralty meeting that was scheduled for tomorrow."
"Yes, Mr Keikeya?"
"The venue for the meeting is being shifted to the Pegasus. We'll be departing in Colonial One at one o'clock in the afternoon. You'll need to pack an overnight bag as you and President Roslin won't be returning until late Thursday. The president just wanted me to check that this wouldn't conflict with any personal plans you may have."
"No, Mr Keikeya, that's fine. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yes, sir. Goodnight."
Bill Adama hung up. He tried not to reflect on his disappointment that it had been Billy ringing him and not Laura Roslin herself.
0.0.0
Bill was shaving in the guest quarters aboard Pegasus prior to the official dinner he was required to attend when there was a tap at his hatch. He opened it to find the president and Billy outside. He politely apologised for his appearance and let them into the room.
"We decided we should let you escort us to the dinner, Commander, as Billy seems to have issues with directions on these battlestars," Roslin said as Bill finished up getting ready. Billy, he noticed, didn't bat an eyelid at her teasing. It was obvious the president and her aide had a close relationship.
"What do you think about Cain?" she asked. "Maybe I should try that 'no chair' thing out at the next Quorum meeting," she snorted.
"Hmph," was all he said. He didn't like to gossip about his colleagues, even to the president.
"Her methods of commanding seem a little opposed to your own Commander," she continued.
"Yes, I suppose. I always liked to earn respect rather than demand it. Of course that isn't to say her methods are not just as effective," he said, trying to be diplomatic.
She hummed slightly. He decided he liked the sound.
"I just want to add that your official duty tonight is to ensure the admiralty don't gang up on the President of the Twelve Colonies. In short, sir," she paused, giving him one ofthose smiles, "you're here to protect me."
He looked deep into her eyes hopefully conveying assurance that he would always be there for her. Then, he just smiled and offered his arm for her to hold onto as they headed towards the Ward Room for their dinner.
Link to chapter 5