"Sorry sir." The nugget who had just run into Lee apologised.
"Just slow down." Lee told him. "Where are you running to anyway?"
"Ready room sir. I'm late as it is."
"Ready room?" Lee questioned. He was the CAG he should know if something was going on in the ready room.
"Lieutenant Thrace told us to report there, five minutes ago."
"Lieutenant Thrace?" Lee questioned.
"Yes sir. I have to go."
"Okay." Lee let him go as he tried to figure what the frak Kara thought she was doing.
Lee reached to the ready room just as the nugget finished explaining why he was late.
"I have a fraking concussion so I really don't care." Kara told him. "Take a seat."
"Yes sir."
"Now we're all here maybe we can get started."
"Lieutenant Thrace." Lee stepped out of the shadows.
"CAG on deck." Kara announced all the nuggets rising.
"As you were. Lieutenant, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Yes sir." Kara followed Lee out the doorway.
"What do you think you are you doing?"
"I was just about to teach the nuggets something." Kara replied.
"Do you still have a killer headache?"
"Yes." Kara answered.
"And still feeling nauseous?"
"Yes."
"And are you or are you not still supposed to be on bed rest for another four days?"
"Yes."
"So what the frak do you think you're doing?"
"Please don't raise your voice, it doesn't help my headache. As it turns out I've had enough of bed rest so I thought I'd so something constructive. If I can't teach them how to fly at least I can teach them what if."
"What if?" Lee questioned.
"We used to play it all the time." Kara reminded him. "We teach them how to fly, defend the ship but we don't teach what do if they crash or get hit or their viper shorts out or their weapons system is taken over by a computer virus. They need to know what to do in the worst case scenarios since they didn't have the benefit of learning it all the way we did."
"Kara this can wait until you're feeling better."
"You're going to have to make that a serious order and actually lock me in the brig because if I don't do something constructive I'm going to have to jump out the airlock."
"One hour and then you go back to bed." Lee countered.
"I think you have a deal sir. But I thought you were supposed to be on patrol."
"The President is coming over for a meeting and requested that I be there." A realisation suddenly hit him. "That's why you arranged it for now I was supposed to be off the ship and couldn't object."
"What the CAG doesn't know won't hurt him." Kara conceded.
"Since I do know and your plans are scuppered, you get one hour and one hour only if you don't report back to the brig in one hour and ten minutes, I'll have the marines come and escort you there."
"You're going to throw me in hack for not complying with bed rest?" Kara questioned.
"And they'll lock the door this time."
"I'm not sure that's entirely legal."
"Do I have to make it an order?" Lee asked.
"No sir." Kara replied. "One hour."
"Good, now I have to go and change."
BSG
"Captain Adama it's nice to see you again." President Roslin greeted him.
"It's nice to see you again too." Lee replied.
"How is Lieutenant Thrace feeling?" Roslin inquired.
"She's still suffering the after effects of the concussion, a bad headache and nausea. She's supposed to be on bed rest."
"Supposed to be?" Roslin questioned his choice of words.
"She's currently teaching a What If class to the nuggets."
"What is a What If class?" Roslin inquired.
"It's a class she decided to teach the nuggets since she can't get them in the air; it deals with what happens in the worse case scenarios and how to deal with them." Lee explained.
"That sounds like Kara." His father said as he entered the room.
"Yes sir."
"I presume she planned this when she thought you were supposed to be on patrol." Adama guessed.
"Yes sir. I gave her an hour and then the Marines are going to escort her back to the brig."
"The brig?" Roslin questioned.
"She's been sleeping there during the day since it's quieter than the bunk room." Lee explained.
"I see."
"Perhaps we should get back to the matter at hand." Adama suggested.
TBC