Lee sat in the chair at his father's bedside, his head resting on his arms on the side of the bed. He jumped at the sound of Dr. Cottle sliding the privacy curtain aside to check on his father. Dr. Cottle checked Adama's vitals, pursed his lips and hurried away. He soon returned and hung an additional IV bag.

"What's wrong?" Lee asked.

"Your father's temperature is up, so I'm adding another antibiotic. His body can't fight infections as well without his spleen."

"I thought you said he'd be fine without it?"

"He will. I had to remove his spleen because it was too badly damaged. It's not a critical organ like his heart that he can't live without, but it does mean that he will be more prone to infections. He will just have to take a preventative low dose antibiotic daily, that's all."

"But he should be okay?"

"If he can make it through the next 72 hours, then I think he will pull through."

Lee nodded wordlessly and sat back down at his father's bedside. He reached over and clutched his father's hand in his own, willing his strength to transfer to his father.

A while later, Tigh stepped into Medbay, spoke quietly with Dr. Cottle, and then made his way to Adama's bedside. Lee looked up when he heard the footsteps, and braced himself at the look of disgust he saw on Tigh's face when his eyes moved from his father to rest on him. He figured the XO's patience had run out and he was headed to the brig to join the president.

"You should be in the brig."

Just what Lee had feared. "I know. Thank you for letting me stay at my father's side until he wakes up."

Tigh grunted. "You and Starbuck should both get courtmartialed for what you've done. Oh, that damn woman. At least she's in the brig where she belongs and won't be able tostart any more trouble."

He began pacing back and forth, then stopped to face Lee again. "Unfortunately, with the shortage of pilots, I still need you, captain. With Starbuck gone, I don't have anyone else with enough experience to lead the rescue mission on Kobol, plus I still have to protect the fleet."

Lee scrutinized Tigh's face. He knew that he wanted nothing more than to throw him in the brig with the president and lose the key, after all, he'd put a gun to his head. It didn't matter that Tigh had won in the end, Lee had still disobeyed a direct order. It also didn't matter to Tigh that his father had crossed the line, just like the president had when she'd turned Starbuck to her side and convinced her to fly to Kobol. They'd both been wrong and had made bad decisions.

Lee nodded, understanding that if he ever pulled a stunt like that again it wouldn't matter how desperate they were for pilots, he'd never see the inside of a viper for the rest of his life.

"Come on, Lee, let's go to the war room and I'll show you the plan I came up with." They left Medbay, both secretly wishing that Starbuck was there to add her crazy ideas to the plan.


President Roslin sat on her cot and watched the guard slide her food tray into her cell. "Thank you," she said politely.

She took a few bites, waiting for the guard to turn his back to her again. When he finally did, she reached into her pocket and removed her bottle of chamalla. She was glad she'd thought to pocket the bottle before she'd surrendered to Colonel Tigh. She removed a tablet, quickly placed it on her tongue and washed it down with a sip of water.

She slid her empty tray through the slot in the door and sat back down on her cot after she finished her so-called meal. As president, she had gotten higher priority on Colonial One and received better quality meals. She'd had no idea just how bad some of the food was that people were receiving. She decided that her next order of business must be to find a planet with plentiful sources of food. Then she remembered, she wouldn't be giving orders anytime soon. She sighed. There were so many things that she should be doing but she was stuck in here. She sighed again. She'd done what she thought was the best thing for her people and she had to live with it. She still thought that she'd made the correct decision.

She did wonder why Starbuck hadn't returned yet, though. What if she ran into trouble on Caprica? What if the jump hadn't even worked correctly and she never even made it all the way back to Caprica? She shook her head. She was going to drive herself crazy if she kept thinking about all the things that could possibly have happened to Starbuck. She had to stay positive and believe that Starbuck would jump back with the arrow any minute.

She rested on her cot and was just starting to doze off when she had another vision. She saw the woman they'd known as Shelly Godfrey standing in front of a cradle, gazing down at a baby. The cradle glowed with a white light. There was someone standing beside the woman, but he was just a blur so she couldn't tell who it was, only that the person had dark hair.

She awoke with a start, shaking her head at the odd sight. That Shelly Godfrey woman had to be a cylon after the way she'd just disappeared after Dr. Baltar had been proven innocent. Why in the name of the gods would a cylon be interested in a baby? Whatever it was, she figured it couldn't be good. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. Maybe her obsession with saving the human race and making sure all capable women started having babies soon was just messing with her head and giving her nightmares instead of visions. She hoped so, because the alternative frightened her more than she cared to admit.