Another chapter, much quicker this time. Thanks for reviewing. I'm so glad you all share in my love of Roslin and Adama and Battlestar characters in general.

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Under normal circumstances Kara Thrace was not one to be caught dead or alive at the theater. To her growing up the theater was something for upper middle class yuppies with too much time and money on their hands. Money that would have been better spent at the movies or in a bar.

Once, when Kara was a girl, her father had taken her to see a Theater-Sing, in which the actions of the stage were set to music and songs. The show starred her father's favorite powerhouse actress and singer, Bianca Marks. For good or ill, it was Kara's first and last experience with the theater. Looking back, the show had been an altogether pleasant experience, but Kara just figured it was because her mother had not been with them and not that she might like theater, especially singing theater.

People who liked theater had a reputation and not one Kara wanted to align herself with, ever. However, everyone in the fleet, her included, was starved for good quality entertainment which was precisely why Kara was showing her face now.

One of the deluxe cafeterias on the Vespa Luxury Liner had been converted into a mock theater. Upon entering the softly illuminated, quite large room, Kara was surprised to see an elaborately decorated stage and rows and rows of seats. If she closed her eyes she could almost believe she was in the Acropolis Auditorium on New Caprica. Her eyes slowly opened. Almost.

Whatever artistic talent remained in the fleet had been scraped together for the premiere of the new play. Despite the tattered hopes of the band of refugees, somehow, the idea of a new play caught on. Moral within Galactica's crew was soaring and Kara was pleased to find her pilots chattering in the locker room all week about nothing but the upcoming event.

Still self conscience about being seen at "the theater" even though everyone she knew was coming, Kara quickly slunk into a seat a few rows from the front. Anders had offered to escort her but she told him she probably wouldn't attend. It wasn't a lie exactly. Kara always tried to avoid public places in which Lee and Dee were bound to make an appearance.

Just as her thoughts were taking an uncharitable turn toward her opinion of Lee's wife, the picture perfect couple entered arm in arm. Kara fought her gag reflex. Noise from muffled voices echoed within the walls of the cafeteria as more and more people began arriving. Most of Galactica's officers received special invitations to be the first to witness the unveiling of the new work. Kara wondered if the playwright had done so because a group of bored military scoundrels was an easy crowd to please.

Kara sunk down in the chair and kicked up a foot on the seat in front of her. When Lee glanced in her direction she turned her head away and smiled at Hotdog, who was approaching from the opposite direction.

"Hey, Starbuck," he greeted, "these seats taken?"

Kara shook her head. She watched him wave his hands at a group of her pilots huddled in the back corner talking loudly, Kat's voice carrying above the rest. The chattering died down when the overhead lights began to dim. The row next to Kara filled up with her legion of fans, who she liked to think of as Viper pilots, though there were times she wondered.

Two rows in front of her slightly to the right she spotted Lee and his Petty Officer. Petty, Kara thought twisting her program into a knot, I could think of a couple of good puns with that one. She grinned devilishly. Too bad she hadn't seen any vendors selling popcorn. If the play was boring she could make a game out of throwing kernels at Dualla and escaping notice.

After a few more minutes the room went completely dark and everyone waited for something to happen with eyes glued to the stage. Everyone, that is, except Kara. Her eyes were pinned on the back of Lee's neck, and she was sure at any moment his head would burst into flames from the burn of her gaze. She fully hoped he realized she should be sitting by him right now. He should share all of his sarcastic comments and observations about the play with her. She knew he was unhappy. He had barely even spoken to the petty one.

"Stupid men," Kara mumbled.

Hotdog looked over as if to ask her to elaborate but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stage. A single spotlight darted around the stage awkwardly before landing on its intended target. A few chuckles erupted from the crowd. If this show sucked Kara hoped the actors and crew had an escape rout handy. She knew her fellow officers; if they decided to attack it would be close to the devastation of the Cylon attack on the Colonies. The bad thing about officers, although easy to please, beware if you don't.

The man, dressed in a fairly nice suit, one of the few Kara had seen since the attack, cast a hawk eye down his long nose at the audience. Apparently he was not amused at the laughing. His stringy white hair encircled his head expect for a shinny bare spot right on top. Out of nowhere his legs bent and he started dancing around the stage like a crazy monkey animal. Kara was intrigued enough to take her foot off the chair in front of her. A fiddle started playing and the man started singing "swing your partner doe-see-doe." Laughter mixed with groans filled the room.

The man stopped and turned his attention back to the crowd. The music stopped.

"Now that I have your attention," he began in a rich stage voice. Kara leaned forward.

"We want to preface this play, Saturn and Aurora, by stating that although it has serious and suspenseful moments, tender and terrifying speeches, good and grim characters, humorous and harmonious antidotes, the point, my friends, is to entertain and perhaps, just for a instant take your mind off your cares and worries and show you a world you've never seen before."

Nearly before he said the last word the theater went dark and less than a second later the lights came on. Every gasped when there was no one on stage. Kara smiled to herself. Maybe, it was the theater that she liked after all. The tattered patchwork curtain lifted and the play began.

For nearly three or four minutes after the last act had finished the entire audience remained silent. Finally, wiping tears from her eyes, Kara Thrace jumped to her feet impulsively and began clapping as hard as she could. From the corner of her eye she saw Lee turn and stare at her as her sole clapping filled the cafeteria. Only a second later did her pilots and the rest of the audience rise to their feet and follow Kara's example.

Everyone had been so stunned by the beauty and terror of what they had just seen that it didn't seem real. The play was more than just a play. It was their story. The story of survival. Of triumph and sorrow. Of all they had lost and all they had gained. It was the story of humanity. Kara looked around her and saw her fellow officers had been moved as deeply as she had. Photographers were already snapping pictures.

Between the waves of affection and cheers splashing upon the stage, Kara had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind when Lee turned to look at her again. The single glance they exchanged took some of the triumph out of the play. The story would be a huge success all over the fleet, there was no doubt of that now. Would the play ever get out to the fleet was the real question.

Saturn and Aurora was such a simple and unassuming title. Kara knew it had been painfully obvious to every single officer in the audience, and all the non officers for that matter, just who Saturn and Aurora were supposed to be.

Saturn, whose name was taken from the god and protector of the peasants, was depicted on stage as a charismatic, handsome older man who stubbornly protects the villagers of his town on ancient Kobol.

Aurora, goddess of the dawn, was played by…Kara nearly gasped out loud, Bianca Marks! The famous actress was older now then when Kara had first seen her and much more battle hardened, as they all were, but she had the air and talent of a once award winning performer. With her trademark curled fiery red hair she brought life to the village priestess guided by visions, which many doubted as false doctrine. The visions guided the people to the Promised Land on the other side of the mountains. Early in the first act an unknown enemy destroys the village forcing the group of rag tag refugees to journey far away from home, their survival dependant on the unlikely alliance forged between the two title characters.

The fact Saturn was William Adama and Aurora was Laura Roslin really had no affect on Kara to begin with. She watched the play with interest, wishing for some popcorn, and shifting in the uncomfortable chair every once in a while. Not until the end of the first act did the similarities between the fictional characters and the people she knew begin to surprise her.

In ancient times, holy woman such as Aurora were forbidden from romance for fear they would lose their ability to see visions. At the point during the play when it became obvious Saturn and Aurora were in love and began stripping down, Kara saw Lee's neck grow bright red and his head fall between his knees. There were a few audible gasps from the audience before the curtain finally fell over the scene just as the two characters were hitting the bed.

Kara managed a shocked grunt with a smirk and turned to look at Hotdog. The expression 'eyes popping out of head' had never been one Kara had a use for until she looked over at her pilot. She leaned forward in her chair, and saw the same expression on everyone's face all down the row of nearly fifty seats.

Now, all fifty occupants of those seats where on their feet applauding. Despite the more controversial issues within the play, it was a carefully crafted touching piece of drama. Kara could tell from the undying applause the play was something the fleet needed. Someone, however, would have to tell the old man. Kara looked back at Lee.

The cheering finally died out after the third curtain call and the lights in the cafeteria flickered on as people started to exit. Kara pushed her way through two rows of people in order to catch Lee before he left. As soon as she was within speaking distance she saw Dee glare at her and mutter something to Lee before walking away.

"Did you want something?" He snapped at Kara.

She fought with all she had in her not to punch him square in the jaw. Her lips scrunched up and she nodded her head with arrogance.

"You gonna tell him or am I?" she asked.

Lee looked over his shoulder and for a moment Kara didn't think he heard what she said.

"I don'tknowwhatyoumean," he mumbled so quickly and softly Kara knew it was a lie.

"I mean, Saturn and Aurora. Frakking. On stage. When it's totally obvious who--"

Without warning Lee latched onto Kara by the shoulders and towed her to a secluded spot near the stage away from the now thinning crowd.

"Not everyone has their mind in the gutter like you," Lee told Kara coldly.

She was so frakking tired of arguing with him. He was such a stupid man, but, hell, he was the only man for her.

"Lee," Kara said shaking her head in disbelief and making sure to pound every word into him, "Listen to me. Everyone will know who it's supposed to be. Everyone.

Mind in the gutter or not."

Lee hesitated and his nostrils flared as he looked at the ground and fidgeted on his heel.

"You don't believe it, do you," he asked.

The question surprised Kara. Her eyebrows squeezed together as she looked up at him. His clear blue eyes, the same eyes as his father, seemed to question her not with anger but with desperation.

"Well," Kara started slowly, not wanting to piss Lee off more than she already had. "I think you're dad and Roslin have a strong alliance, but I don't think they would ever…"

Lee eyes were still looking at Kara with trust and hope and concern. She wanted to ease his worries. She took a deep breath and smiled.

"In the play, Saturn and Aurora endangered the survival of their village because of their relationship. It nearly destroyed everyone. I know, Lee, I know that your dad would never do that, and I don't think Roslin would either. One of us has to tell the old man, because people might think the same thing will happen to us. If we start doubting the leaders of humanity because they might be in love, well, then, we're all frakked," Kara explained.

"Roslin was having an affair with President Adar," Lee suddenly blurted.

Kara could only stare. She thought the 'eyes popping out of head' expression could probably be applied to her at that moment.

"What?!"

She was too confused to say much more. Her hands waved at her side.

"You can't tell anyone I told you that," Lee ordered. "I just, I needed to tell someone. That's been on my chest for a long time."

For a brief second all Kara could think about was Lee's chest. She shook her head like a dog shaking off water. Focus on Roslin, Adama, trouble, the play… Lee's got a nice chest and he smells really good…

"Kara, did you hear what I said?"

"Oh, what? Yes," Kara began recovering her senses and pulling her mind out of the gutter so recently mentioned.

"I mean, if she was having an affair with Adar what is to stop her from…" Lee swallowed visibly. Kara scratched her head just above her temple.

"Okay, first of all even if your dad and Roslin were having an affair, I really don't think it would be that much of a bad thing. It's nasty and something I never want to picture, ever, but not a bad thing. Secondly, it will never happen because I know the old man. He's you're father, Lee. I'm surprised you could doubt him. He has too much respect for you, and me, and the fleet and Roslin to ever do something like that," Kara stated. She could tell she got on Lee's nerves with the 'not knowing his own father' speech by the way his shoulder's tensed.

"Well, since you know him so well, why do you tell him?" Lee snapped and started to march off.

"Lee," Kara called out after him. He stopped and turned. His jaw was clenched tight.

"I hate this," she whispered.

Her words seemed to upset him even more. He stared at her with the same desperation before he looked away.

"I have to go. Dualla is waiting," he replied.

Kara was left in the silence of the empty make shift theater. She did like plays, she decided. She didn't like the drama in her own life. With a shrug of her shoulders, she exited the cafeteria and stopped in front of the first phone she saw. The sooner she called the Adama the better. Somehow knowing she wasn't the only one with romance problems made her feel a little better.