HI there everyone. It's been a LOOOOONG time since I've written any fanfiction. My last great shipper tales revolved around Sam and Jack from Stargate SG-1. I have since been totally sucked in by the president and her admiral. So forgive me if I makes some consistency mistakes, I've gotten into BSG a little late and have since backtracked and am up to speed….. So here's a little bit kind of picking up where the last episode left off. Enjoy. Feedback, both critical and positive is greatly apprecitated.

Christine….

She awoke with a start. Something was wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it was something big. As she started to lift her head from the desk, she noticed she was drenched in sweat. She almost felt like she was in a trance, she knew where she was, but nothing around her fazed her. Then it hit her: Hera. Something was wrong with Hera. But the fog that surrounded her mind just wouldn't clear. Why would she know something was wrong with Athena's daughter? She has always had a connection to the child, ever since her blood helped save Laura from dying the first time she had cancer. But today, the connection was more… today there was a seemingly physical reaction to Hera being in trouble. She moved to stand, unsteadily, and stopped in the middle of Bill's quarters. She clenched her hands over her heart, the room starting to spin around her, and then she heard it, a loud explosion and the ripping apart of metal. And in that instant she knew exactly what happened, "Hera," she gasped. She closed her eyes and let the blackness envelope her. She dropped to her knees and collapsed onto the floor, oblivious to the debris falling around her.

In a moment, her guards were at her side, calling for the medics. As they rushed her to the infirmary one of the guards called out, "Get the Admiral on the con, he needs to get to sickbay now!" And as the he watched them whisk her away, he mouthed a silent prayer that the president would be ok.

The CIC seemed to be falling apart around Adama and Tigh. The crew there held their breath and waited for something, anything to happen. This was the worst thing that could have happened and the worst time for it to happen. They couldn't jump for fear of implosion, and now with a huge gash in her side, would Galactica crinkle like a tin can or could she take just one more injury before giving in. They sat and waited in silence, holding their breath. But Galactica was still here, and still together, and before long, Adama and Tigh were setting about sending out teams to assess and start repairs. Just as the Admiral was going to go inspect the damage a crewman stopped him. "Sir, just got word from sickbay, the president has collapsed and was rushed there about ten minutes ago. Doc Cottle wants you there as soon as you can."

Bill Adama stopped in his tracks. "Gods no." His heart sank and his stare fell to the floor. Saul came up to him, seeing the look on his old friend's face.

"Bill, what's wrong?" asked Saul.

"The president's collapsed. She's in sickbay." Responded Bill, Saul could see he was torn between his duty and the woman he loved.

"Go to her Bill." Said Saul, "I can handle it here, at least for now. She needs you more."

The Admiral took a deep breath and let it out, surveying the damage to the CIC around him, then nodded his head, "Ok, I'll be back soon." He turned to leave and then stopped, "Saul?"

"Yeah?" said Saul turning to face his friend.

"Thanks."

Ok, that ends the first part……. Do we want more????? Let me know