Title:A Presidents Journal
Disclaimer:Not My Property, unfortunately.
Summary:I know anyone finding this Journal would tag me as completely insane. Sometimes I think they'd be right, but it's all true.
Rating:Adults only the language is expressive/Dodgy to say the least.
Authors:AmandaC / VRyan (Jointly)
AN:Using AmandaC for this little story. She has given her premisso for it to. Which is very brave of her coz she has no idea what she's in for ha ha 'Grins evilly'
Chapter One
I know anyone finding this Journal won't believe its contents. Oh there is one man who might, who always suspected the truth. Only now as I await my fate do I stop to read its pages to remind myself. I ask myself why? Why I've kept a record? The only explanation I can come up with is a simple one. I want to remember who I was, and who I am now.
I sat looking out my window I was bored yep! Bored. I got up from my bed, closed my blinds, and put Battlestar Galactica the Mini Series into my DVD. I sipped my red wine and started to watch it. It was about the only thing worth watching on the box. Man! Edward James Olmos was cute; I'm even fond of Adama despite his stubborn streak. But the President, she's my favourite character. By the time it was over I was well on the way to being pissed.
I decided to call it quits and not bother with "33" and "Water". They could wait until the following night.
Next Morning
I stirred didn't want to be late for work. I was on days and it was my last one for the week. I was six years in my job and I thought 'You'd get less for murder in some countries'.
I opened my eyes 'Where the fuck am I', I thought. I saw steel bars ahead of me. The cell I was in was Grey and tasteless oh yep 'interior decorator urgently needed'. I wondered how I ended up in Mountjoy didn't remember getting banged up.
There was a bag to my left it looked like an over-night bag. I had no hangover but my chest hurt and I was feeling cold.
I looked downward I was wearing a really nice black suit, white blouse and black shoes to. I looked at my legs 'what I'm bleeding skinny' I was deffo having a Bridget Jones moment. All my life I had to diet, but no matter how hard I tried I could never shift it all. I riffled through the bag finding a mirror at the bottom. I raised it deciding to inspect my appearance…………………………………………………………………..
I shouldn't have really 'Bad Idea' coz when I did! I passed out………………………………………………………
When I eventually woke up, I found, and get this Glactica's Doc Cottle lurking above me 'Creepy git', looking a little concerned. 'Big of Him' I thought. He was one of the few characters on the show I didn't really like. I wasn't gone on Voyager's Doctor either but at least he had a sense of humour. This mutt was as dull as ditchwater and less attractive.
"Madam President, painkiller here for you", he pulled out a bleeding huge needle (Ok I'm a Kildare woman who fecking hated and hates needles).
"Jaysus! That's the biggest one I've seen in a while".
The doctor didn't laugh but, I heard a soft chuckle from the patient in the next bed. Yep guys! I had awoken in Laura Roslin's body me, AmandaC.
End Chapter One