Title: Memory of…

Author: GEM

Date written: 1/17/06

Rated: T

Word count: 581

Story Timeline: Season 1

Category: Drabble

Warnings: None

Characters: Roslin / Adama

Summary: A conversation with the president leads to tired musings

Spoiler/Note: Not really any spoilers this was inspired by a deleted scene from "33" I had this on paper for a long time and I finally got the nerve to post it.

I'm loosing sleep and my mind that's just great. Ten minutes to sleep, every other cycle. I'm getting to fraking old for this shit. What is that sound? It's buzzing. Something is buzzing. The phone it's the phone. Get a grip. "Adama." I say as I pick it up with my eyes still closed.

"Sorry to wake you sir. I have the President for you."

Wake me was I asleep. Yeah, I guess I was. If you call it that these days "Put her through, Mr. Gaeta."

Silence greeted me and allowed me a few precious moments of something. "Commander…Commander Adama." Her voice was soft and shaky it sounded as tired as I felt. "Commander, are you there?"

She talking I'm listening but it's not connecting with my brain. I need sleep. Really honest to gods sleep. Maybe I'll get some during the next cycle. "I'm here."

"Did you get my message?" She asks.

I fumble with the pieces of paper in my bunk. Dee handed this to me two cycles ago. I still haven't made it through them all. "I'm a little behind." I admit as I find the message to which I think she's referring.

"I understand. There's a problem with one of the ships…"

I'm exhausted and drawn in by her voice. Suddenly, we aren't two leaders trying to safe humanity. We are no longer discussing a rouge captain or numbers. We are standing together watching the sunrise. I have my arms around her and I'm placing kisses down her neck. She's dressed her blue silk bathrobe, the one with the matching nightgown I love so much. Her voice is soft, as we get lost in the sunrise and our feeling. She breaks free of my arms and goes back into bed. I join her soon after her escape. We enjoy each other's company and then breakfast in bed.

"Commander, Commander Adama." Her voice is laced with concern.

'Oh holy frak. Where is frak did that come from. Okay Bill back to reality. Pull yourself together.' I take a deep breath and sit up on my rack. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we? Do you want me to board that ship and take it over?"

"Yes, I do."

"Boarding parties are armed Madame President." There is silence on her end.

"I understand Commander. Thank you."

"I'll talk to you soon Madame President." I hang up her call and breathe a sigh of relief that she understood what I was trying to say and that I avoided a bad decision by a president in desperate times. I call CIC. I may have avoided the boarding party but she's right something has to be done. I'm still preoccupied with my earlier thoughts about the President. Where the frak it came from I'll never know. I'm over tired I tell myself. My mind is playing tricks on me all I need is sleep.

"CIC" I hear Geata say.

"Mr. Geata, order the CAP to take a couple of close passes at the Terrainen Traveler."

"Yes sir. Any message for her Captain?"

'No but tell the President I'm sorry about undressing her during our earlier conversation.'

"No I think he'll get the message." I hang up the phone and get back into bed.

You need to get some sleep I tell myself and It would probably be best if you never mention the fantasies you've had these last five days to anyone, especially the President.

"Attention Galactica. Five minutes to mark."