Basking in reflected glory

[frakcancer]

Two things were common knowledge on Galactica after Kobol:

• The president and the commander were frakking like rabbits.
• Lee Adama knew nothing about it.

The few crewmembers who doubted that Adama was still interested in that were silenced every time the Tighs made themselves nuisances in the corridors. Anything Tigh could do Adama could do, only better.

There were no crewmembers who couldn't believe Lee could be so blind. Apollo was a tool.

The truth, though, was that

• The president and the commander hadn't even kissed, much less frakked.
• Lee Adama knew everything about what wasn't going on, and was the reason most people thought something was.

It was a good plan, simple as all the best plans are. Though CAG, former military adviser, commander's son, decent looking, and unattached, Lee Adama couldn't get a woman to give him the time of day.

Tools are for using, so he'd use his reputation to his advantage.

When he remarked to Dee how much he admired the president still being concerned about her physical fitness despite her cancer, that he'd overheard the president ask his father if he'd like to do some pushups with her in his quarters, Dee dragged him to her bunk and spent half an hour showing him how naïve he was.

When he dragged Starbuck away from the entrance to the commander's quarters, telling her that the president was in there and must be fighting, because he had heard his dad go -- and here he let out something between a moan and a groan mixed in with a little bit of Roslin's first name -- Kara'd practically frakked him against the bulkhead.

He knew how women thought. If the Old Man's that good, the young version must be trainable.

He'd let them all try.