So this piece continues were the first part stopped. Have fun reading it.

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Let's recap what I've told you previously. Not that it was that much but anyhow. I told you all how I was brought to detention, had a laugh with D'Anne(eventhough she didn't get my figure, a cyclon without humor!)
+ I ended up with Cavil. Brr I still get the chills when I recall the way he smiled at me. That man (wel man isn't really the right description, but you get the point) is the definition of creepy.
Really really creepy.

So I walked into the room. 'Goodevening miss Roslin. How are you these days?'

I really had to bite on my tongue on this one because seriously? How am I? You mean besides the fact that we all live on some rock which is occupied by cyclons. The same cyclons who over 2 years ago destroyed our homes and reduced the human population to 50,000 (now even less). People live in constant fear and you're asking me how I am?

None if these emotions or thoughts showed on my face of course. No after my years in politics I mastered a tactic to mask them.

So I just said: 'As good as expected under these conditions.'

'Ah yes', he laughed, 'Of course.' He gestured me towards a chair. I've asked for your assistence here because I need to know more about the resistance.

Asked? ASKED? Demanded seems more like it.

'Well I don't think I can be of your assistence on that subject. I'm merely a teacher. '

'Yes yes. But I assume that you hear things don't you?'

Well duh! Of course I hear things. I've got these things called ears you... Oh why do I even bother.

'I do hear things uh', (I wasn't sure how to adress him. I didn't think that frakking cyclon would be the wisest thing).
Anyhow he seemed to understand because he said I could call him Cavil. OK fine. Gods as long that he doesn't think that he can call me Laura now.

'Fine Cavil. As I previously said I do hear things (at this he started to smile. Gods did he really think I would be that easy?) but these involve the words children & homework.' I smiled at him. HA how about that? Now you don't feel like smiling, do you?

What did he expect? That I was going to smile at him and tell him everything. I wonder how that conversation would have turned out. Something like this:
'Ah my dear Cavil. Actually I'm the head of the resistance. The other members are: Saul, Kara, Anders, Tyrol, Tory and so on.

Did he really think that I would betray my people that easily? (OK they weren't technically my people but you get the point).
I guess that besides sarcasm, loyalty is something else that isn't imprinted in their brain.

'Come come miss Roslin. Do you really expect us to believe that you know of nothing? You're afterall the former President. The people still respect you.'

'I don't you expect you to do anything. This is how it is. I'm not President Roslin anymore but Laura Roslin, teacher. The people picked Baltar, I think they've made a terrible decision but I have to respect it.'
'Now if that's all I would like to go back. I've got a lot of homework to correct'.
I nearly made it to the door when he stopped me.

I don't think I've made myself clear miss Roslin. I want you to spy for me. I want to know everyhting about the resistance. Who-when-where and you are going to get me that information.

OK that did it for me. Did he really think that I Laura Roslin would spy for the cyclons?
It seems I was wrong when I said that Doral was the dumbest of them because this is just plain stupid. Even Baltar isn't that crazy. Which is a compliment if you hold in mind that he talks to AIR!

I was soo... I don't even know how to descripe how I felt. Angry doesn't even come close. Pissed off is a bit better but combine that with an airlock, feeling the strong urge to smack him really really bad (which means a lot because I'm not someone who approves of violence although I was very tempted at the moment. I also understood better why men like to box!).

It seemed that my anger was obvious because Cavil backed away very fast. Who knew I could scare a cyclon? Ah well perhaps airlocking him once did that. (I know I'm not supposed to like airlocking people but technically he's not human so that's OK right?).

So here I was practically fuming with anger watching how Cavil backed down like a little weasel. (Do weasels back down? I've got to check that. Just to be sure because afterall I am a teacher).
I took off my glasses, put on my best you-do-not-frak-with-me-glare and started walking towards him.

'If YOU think that I'm going to your spy, you're wrong mister. I do not like getting orders especially from little weasels like yourself. I thought I made that cristal clear but it seems that it didn't go through that thick cyclon head of yours'.

'So I'll say it one more time: I, Laura Roslin wil not, not now, not ever spy for anyone! You don't like that? Though luck. I don't like living on this frakking planet but here I am. Now I don't care if you lock me up, I really don't. Just think twice before you decide to kill me because it's like you said people still respect me and you do not want a revolte now do you?'

It seemed that I managed to silence him because he just looked at me with his mouth open. He actually made a good fish impression.
I was, like you might expect quite pleased with myself. I just told a-oh-so-superior-cyclon to shove his plan up his... uh butt.
When I snapped my fingers in front of him, he finally reacted.

'Well it seems that you aren't going to co-operate the easy way so I guess we'll have to do it the hard way.
Guards! Please escort the lady over here to her cell.'

Cell? CELL? What the frak? Well it's better then being killed.

'And exactly how long are you planning on keeping me here?'

'Oh I haven't decided yet. Enjoy your time here and I hope that you recall your former statements.'With that he left the room and I was brought to my cell.

Well large closet seemed more appropriate. There were only a bucket, some sheets and a small light in the room.

'Oh great!' I dropped myself not very elegant on the sheets (elegance be damned.) and looked at the place where I probably was going to spend a few days.
'Great just great' This is going to be just fun!

Oh I was wrong. Very wrong.

So this was the second piece of this story. I hope you all liked it. Please let me know what you think about it.

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