Chapter 8: Dangerous

"How are you doing Laura?" Ellen asked quietly. It had been a day since she was released from the Detention center. Laura had barley said two words to anyone, but when Saul told her about what happened in the Marketplace and that Adama was indeed dead, she stifled another sob, looked at Saul dead in the eyes and told him she knew already, Saul gently wrapped his arms around Laura to comfort her, as a sob broke out of her followed by another one, "I miss him so much Saul" Laura croaked out in-between sobs, burying her head in his shoulder. She finally passed out again, exhausted from the crying.

When Laura did wake up she found Ellen at her side. Ellen repeated the question again, but Laura did not answer. Ellen sighed and grabbed the glass of water by Laura's cot, "You want some water?"

"Where's Saul?" Laura asked weakly. Ellen looked surprised not only from the fact that she spoke, but she asked where her husband was. Ellen quickly pushed aside the defensive answer she was going to give her and just answered the question, "He's with the members of the resistance, there having a meeting, Tory is sitting in for you."

"I should be there," Laura slowly got up, from her cot. Ellen placed a hand behind her back and got her into a sitting position.

"Honey, I'm sure Tory can take care of it, you should rest."

"No, I want to be there, I need to be there."

"Ok honey, but Saul isn't going to like this," Ellen helped removed the blankets from Laura's body as well as Bill's sweater. Laura saw it out of the corner of her eye and reached for the garment. Ellen tenderly gave the sweater to Laura, who in turn pulled it over her head. With Ellen's help she slowly got out of bed, and made her way across the tent to her small mirror. Her hair was dishevelled, and her eyes were blood shot and puffy from hours of crying. Laura fixed her tousled auburn hair, until she was satisfied with the way she looked.

Now more than ever, she needed to look like a leader, a leader that was strong, that didn't look like she was crying for hours for the man she loved, the man that took her whole heart and soul, to his grave.

She was numb; numb to the very core. The people of New Caprica were numb along with her, for they had lost all hope; no one in a navy blue uniform was coming to save them now, they had to save themselves. For now they had nothing to lose; Laura had nothing to lose and armed with that knowledge made Laura Roslin dangerous, dangerous to those fraking toasters.