Bill Adama had been having a very pleasant evening, a fantastic few weeks in fact, and it was going to get better, he smiled happily to himself.

"Admiral," a low voice attempted to coax him from a pleasant daydream, "I figured out why so many women are having twins."

"Why's that?"

"Well, the twins are all fraternal, except in cases in which a patient is genetically predisposed to having identical twins, meaning something was affecting fertility levels in the fleet."

"And?" Bill looked up from lazily reading over the COM reports. It was too late for this…

"The algae is causing a general increase in female fertility, a chemical which causes them to have fraternal twins."

"Fraternal is what again?"

'The ones that don't look alike, just two siblings born at once."'

Bill looked up; this was bringing back some damn memory from high school…something in biology class. Damn it was too long ago.

"So, it won't stop, they'll just have more, as long as were eating this algae…just thought you should know." Doc Cottle meandered off, muttering around his cigarette.

Great, just great, now they'd all be 'rolling doubles' until they found a new food source. Thank the gods that Kara was only having the one, confirmed quite a while ago. Then again, she and Lee would probably, no. He wasn't going to think about it.

He was going to visit Laura, and he was not going to let anything ruin his day.

"Hey Bill."

"Yes Saul?"

"Sneaking off in the middle of the night like this…off to get some presidential loving?"
"Back to work Saul. I'm off to refuel one of the raptors."

" Those raptors have been refuelled a lot lately Bill, and mostly by you. Now why is it that the admiral would want to refuel the Raptors personally…well, let's hope that Colonial One is better sound proofed than the Galactica…"

Bill cringed slightly; remembering the strange 'wiggly eyebrows' looks Saul had given him and Laura whenever they had emerged from his quarters over the last few weeks, on the other hand... Bill smiled as pleasant recollections came back to him easily, the feel of her hair, the soft warmth of her body against his, the way she'd…

"Bill?" Saul repeated as if for the fifteenth time, "Bill, your son Lee's been skipping around all day, you should talk to him."

"He's been avoiding me actually…"

And with that Bill walked off towards the awaiting raptor to go to Colonial One.

Bill arrived on Colonial One to see Laura more relaxed then she'd been in weeks.

"Bill, come on in." Laura said sitting down on her couch.

"You said you have something important to discuss."

"Actually I do, you see I caved to religious pressure and took the liberty of having Samuel Anders' marriage to Kara Thrace annulled." Laura sat back smiling expectantly.

"You can do that? Don't they have to sign something?"

"Sam already did, besides I'm the president remember, and a religious leader? I can do whatever I want," Laura paused handing Bill a very official looking document, "Whether Captain Thrace signs or not, she is no longer married, but I'd suggest you do make her sign."

"So, the priests have been bugging for this?"

"You have no idea, the one who married them in the first place was only too happy to sign, and now the press can leave me alone." Laura smiled happily.

"What about Lee?"

"Well Bill, his wife has already been seeking a civil divorce, and I have every intention of signing those documents as soon as I see them, no waiting period."

"Well, now that that's out of the way…" Bill cut Laura off with a passionate kiss.

"Chief!" Seelix bent over near his ear, "Chief!"

'What?" The Chief jumps out of his bunk trying not to disturb his sleeping wife and baby. It took him a few more moments to realize it was a very tired and cranky Seelix trying to get his attention.

"There's a problem on the hangar deck sir." Seelix said climbing in to her own bunk, just above theirs.

"I'll deal with it…" Tyrol grumbled, at this time of night he shouldn't have to deal with these things, it was too late for anyone to be on the hangar deck.

When he reached the hangar deck he probed around with a flashlight. The first thing he saw was boots and clothes on the ground. He heard the sounds of someone breathing heaving and moaning. Tyrol gritted his teeth, not on his deck. He decided to yell before turning on the lights and embarrassing the two stupid morons having sex on his deck.

Tyrol took a deep breath, "NO FRAKKING ON MY DECK!"

He paused hearing the moans escalate; they were ignoring him continuing their tryst on his deck. He looked around and finally saw the two shadowy bodies writhing together on his deck, on the floor, next to a viper.

"NOT ON MY DECK!"

He heard louder noises, so he switched on the light, expecting to find two foolhardy knuckledraggers instead he found…

"Apollo, Starbuck…" He said their callsigns in surprise.

They ignored him completely and continued their heavy breathing.

"NOT ON MY DECK! GET DRESSED AND GET OFF MY DECK! NOW!"

Finally, they looked up stunned, and began to dress.

Frak, Tyrol thought, he'd already had half a lecture about the dangers of having sex on the hangar deck for knuckledraggers, what the hell was he supposed to do? They were both his superior officers… He'd have to inform the Admiral; damn. The Old Man was not going to like this…