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

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 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 Two

Figured I was having a very strange dream and so I played along. The Doc motioned for me to drop my cacks, which I did, reluctantly. He stuck the needle in my, or should I say in Laura's left butt cheek and injected its contents. I eyed him with equal measures of annoyance and suspicion.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me Doc?"

The dry shit didn't laugh he didn't even smile 'Boring fucker'. I felt like suggesting he visit Moore Street in Dublin. I know there's a bloke selling lives at five for fifty cent and this arsehole could do with at least a dozen. Again I heard a chuckle from the person in the next bed.

I pulled back the curtain, 'Fecking Kara Thrace'.

She smiled "Didn't know you had a sense of humour madam President".

"Full of surprises me"

She eyed me oddly. Then I twigged, I looked like Roslin, sounded like her but spoke differently. I didn't have a bloody degree so my language, though fairly eloquent want polished the way hers was.

Given the cell, I had taken over Roslin's body somewhere around or just after Kobol's Last Gleaming Part Two. I started to try to remember Season Two.

"What's the Craic Lieutenant?", I was trying to figure out which episode I was living through.

"We have the arrow and control of the ship"

Yep knew where I was "And Earth?"

"Tigh led a team down to Kobol and got the Co-ordinates"

"Nice One"

She looked at me oddly again.

"You ok Madam President?"

"It's Laura, we're both off duty. What I'm still employed?", was giving it my best shot.

Kara laughed, "Yep the Quorum decided not to impeach you. Adama was none to pleased to hear that"

"I'll Bet, why wasn't I told?"

"You passed out in your cell. You have been in here unconscious for two days"

"Captain Apollo", there was another hunky character and Jamie Bamber, bless his cotton socks was even more devastatingly handsome than his counterpart.

"Got out of the Brig just after you were admitted here"

"Adama?"

"Tigh's in charge mostly. The old man spends most of his time in his quarters recovering, Doc's orders"

"Right, thanks"

I closed the curtain and half limped back to my bed. The pain in my chest was gone only too replaced with nausea. I was full sure at the time I was going to puke, didn't though.

End Chapter Two