Chapter 7: Good Bye my almost lover

Laura Roslin was not the president, she was not a lover, or a wife, or a sister, or a daughter, or someone to be loved; she was however a teacher, but in this cold damp cell she was nothing. Just another broken soul, a broken soul with broken dreams and an aching heart, that would never be whole again.

'How could it?' she curled up in a corner for the hundredth time and buried her head in her hands 'He's dead, there all dead...'

The cylons had shown her many things, horrible things to get her to talk, to tell them anything about the resistance, about who was involved, but she would never speak, she would just kneel down where ever they thrown her and try and gauge out a reaction from her even it meant not getting the information they needed, as long as they got some sort of reaction.

They didn't even get that.

Until they stormed into her cell grabbed her by the arm, turned her around and showed her the bloody bullet ridden navy blue jacket of a Military uniform. At first she didn't recognize the jacket, until she smelt it, and as if looking for some kind of confirmation to the horrible knowledge in the back of her mind of whose jacket this was, she turned the jacket around and at the tips of the collar laid 2 golden military pins that signified the rank of Admiral. The same pins she had given him, and then he had kissed her to seal the deal.

"He's dead, your precious Admiral died trying to get you and your people off New Caprica. But unfortunately for you we destroyed the Pegasus easily and then Centurion's boarded Galactica, with the specific job of killing him, they were ordered to bring his body back to us as proof that your precious Admiral was killed."

All Laura could do was cry, she held onto the bloody jacket that was bullet ridden and sobbed, she tried desperately to block out what Cavil was telling her, but it had already worked its way in; her beloved was dead.

"Heck if you don't believe me Miss Roslin, here is the ring he once wore," Cavil produced a gold small ring from his pocket and dropped it in front of Laura. It hit the ground with a harsh clank, Laura reached for it slowly and laid it gently in her hands tracing it ever so slowly; her sobs only increased.

"I tore it from his cold dead hands, after we destroyed Galactica." He left shortly after, taking the bloody jacket that smelt like Bill, and taking the ring that was Bill with him.

Laura never sobbed so hard in her life. She soon began begging the gods furiously to kill her, to let her die so she could join him.

The gods had other plans.

She had been there for weeks, or it seemed like weeks she could never tell. She had been here before, it didn't really matter how long she was here either way it seemed like an eternity. The first time she was brought in they had punched, kicked nothing short of beating her. The cylons wanted to know where the Admiral jumped off to. She didn't know, but they kept on beating her until suddenly without reason they let her go. Cottle had met her at the gate of the detention center; he took her under his arm and led her to life station, where he began to clean and fix her wounds. When he asked if she was alright for the tenth time she lifted her tear filled eyes and sobbed. Cottle had held her for longer than he ever expected to hold a patient, which meant anything over a second was long, but he held her not as a Doctor holding a patient but as a friend holding a friend.

The second time was currently taking place, they had taken her in the dead of night, when she was curled up in bed with his sweater in her arms, the oil lamp was dimed so she could only see the small picture of Bill holding her by the waist with one arm, her head was resting gently on his shoulder, one of her arms holding him close the other resting on his chest. The photo was taken when both of them were unaware of a camera's presence; it was during Starbuck's and Anders sudden wedding. During their vows he held her in his arms, whispered loving words and promises that she now forced away from her mind, in fear of crying again.

In the end she just end up crying more, now that she knew for sure her almost lover was gone.

Baltar visited her after the incident with Cavil; he expressed his deepest sympathies, in regards to Bill. And furthered his sympathies to the men and women of both the Pegasus and the Galactica he only wished that they were successful in getting the people of New Caprica off the planet.

"I guess now all we have to rely on is the resistance," Baltar said quietly. He was sitting on a metal chair staring down at Laura's curled up form. She never said a word to him; she never even looked at him.

"Laura as much as I want the resistance to get us off this God's forsaken planet, if you don't give them any information something much more terrible will happen. The cylons won't say what, all they have said to me is if you don't give them what they want there will be no point of a resistance, once they get through with us," Baltar pleaded, Laura said nothing, "Laura please, I'm talking about the survival of the human species, you of all people value that!" yelled Baltar.

Silence.

"Then you're the one killing us all then, not the cylons!" Baltar screamed, he stood up from his seat walked towards Laura, and kicked her in the side. Laura curled into a tighter ball on the floor clutching her side as silent tears streamed down her face.

"Guard!" Baltar called out, a masked man opened the cell door and saluted Baltar, "Take this thing, and throw it out!"

They had tossed her out on her knees; she never once felt the singe of pain as her knees hit the coarse sand, how could she? She was numb all over. Saul and Ellen Tigh ran over to her by the entrance of the gate.

"Laura, Laura are you ok?" asked a worried Saul.

"Oh sweetie what happened?" asked Ellen.

Laura didn't know what to say, or how to react, nothing seemed to work not her muscles not her voice nothing. All that filled her thoughts was Admiral William Adama's bloody jacket in her hands, he was dead. Laura closed her eyes and sunk to the ground.

"How is she Doc?" Ellen asked Cottle, who was sitting by Roslin side checking on any wounds.

"Well she doesn't have any wounds from what I can tell, but being in there for a day is long enough, let alone four."

"So I've been told I've thanked the gods so many times that Saul hasn't been taken, that is if she hasn't told them anything..." Ellen whispered.

"If there is one thing I know for sure is that Laura Roslin is the strongest women I know, it would take a lot to get her to say anything about humanity's last remaining hope...does Saul know about the Admiral?" Cottle asked quietly.

A moment of silence past between them, Cottle took his eyes off Laura's unconscious form and looked at Ellen, her eyes had lowered to the ground her voice low filled with sadness, "Saul and I were in the market place, getting some food, then four centurions showed up out of nowhere with Cavil in the middle of them, he starts announcing that the Galactica and the Pegasus are destroyed, and to show us that it was not a lie, he throws this navy blue Galactica uniform at Saul's feet, he picks it up and well..."

"Saul must be devastated, I'm sorry Ellen."

"Not as sorry as I am for her," Ellen stated looking at Laura, "she loved him so much..." a single tear went down her cheek.

"How is she?" Saul entered Laura's tent, and quickly fastened the tent door closed.

"She has no physical wounds from what I can tell, she must be mentally exhausted. Does she know yet Saul?"

"No not that I'm aware of." Saul simply stated, he did not want to dwell on the subject.

"You will have to tell her, and when you do, don't leave her alone. I'll go tell Tory what's happened she can be another set of eyes to watch over her."

"Thanks Doc," Saul offered his hand and shook Cottles firmly, Cottle nodded and quietly left. Ellen raised herself from one of the chairs beside Laura's Cot. Looking around the small tent Ellen began grabbing several things off the floor, trying to give herself something to do; she figured these things were knocked to the floor during the raid. She picked up an empty mug, a book, and then a thick sweater, realising what it was she draped it over Laura's body. Saul just stood there completely numb, looking at the former President and his dead friends' sweater.