Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica belongs to Ronald D. Moore and the Sci-Fi channel.
Reassurance
The abandoned raptor's trajectory was still Colonial One. Tory happened to look up at the window and dropped the box she had been holding, scrambling over to the president. Laura Roslin looked over at her aide, not having seen the window yet.
"Tory, what's going on?" she asked as the younger woman grabbed her arm.
"We have to move. Now!" Tory instructed.
Then Roslin's gaze strayed to the window and she noticed the raptor. "Everybody out of the room!" she called.
Racing to the other end of the ship, Rosin and Tory braced themselves against the wall as the raptor impacted her ship. There was a sharp jolt and an alarm indicating a breach, but it was not the ramming collision that she had anticipated.
Tory found the intercom system and was able to contact other parts of the ship to hear that the injuries were minimal. "Madame President, it seems that the most we will have to deal with is structural damage," the aide relayed.
"And for that I'm grateful," she remarked. For Kobol's sake, if it's not the Cylons attacking us, it's our own people, Roslin thought as she looked for a phone.
What had been seen on Galactica was Racetrack's raptor glancing off of the president's ship. Admiral Adama had been watching the viewscreen as Racetrack had radioed Galactica and told them that she had to eject. He inhaled sharply as he watched the raptor. Laura, please be alright, he thought.
He jumped when the phone rang, having fixed his gaze intently on the scene in front of him. Quickly he picked up the phone while Colonel Tigh put on a headset. "Adama."
"Bill- Admiral, I thought you would like to know that we're fine over here, just a little shaken," Roslin relayed.
Laura, it's good to hear your voice. "Thank you, Madame President," he paused and let out a breath he did not remember holding. "We'll be over to help you and your people with whatever assistance you may require."
"Thank you, Admiral. We'll see you in a bit," she ended.
He stood on Colonial One looking for her fifteen minutes later. She and Tory were arranging files in boxes. As he instructed his own team to help move things, her head shot up, hearing his voice. Then she stood and watched him saunter over to her. Their gazes locked and he realized that everyone else in the room was busy.
Formality could take a back seat for a moment. "Laura," he said, reaching out and taking her hands in his.
"Bill," she smiled back, turning her head to one side. "Someone would think you were worried."
He took a deep breath and nodded, studying his boots. "I thought the raptor was going to rip a hole in the ship and we'd have a death toll on our hands. I thought… you… Laura if anything had happened to you-"
"I know," she stated with a nod as they faced each other again. "You would have had to get a new government, and I know how much you hate politics," she added with a teasing smile.
Glancing around again, he made sure that no one was watching them. She raised an eyebrow and watched him with curiosity. Frak protocol, I need to do this, he reasoned as he suddenly dropped her hands and pulled her into a warm hug. She allowed her arms to creep around his waist.
After a moment's indulgence they separated. "We should get back to them," she reminded.
He nodded as they returned to the boxes. "I needed-"
"Reassurance that I was alright," she finished as they exchanged smiles again. He knew it would be a long day, but at least he would have one less thing to worry about.