Betrayed Trust

By AmandaC VRyan

Chapter Two

Pairing: Roslin/Adama. Laura's and Adama's P.O.V.'s

Summary: Trust is a Fragile thing once lost its hard to get it back

Spoilers: Kobol's Last Gleaming Parts One and Two.

DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT OURS WERE JUST BORROWING THEM FOR A BIT

Two Days Later

Laura sat on the biobed her feet swinging over the side she was a little concerned the pain had increased in intensity the painkillers that Connell had prescribed weren't working. The kamala was making her feel extremely paranoid and giving her headaches from hell. By the time she decided to visit the doctor two days had passed and she was in a bad way. Commander Adama was thankfully still unconscious the last thing she needed was for him to wake up to her anywhere in the vicinity she was tired of fighting she was fighting a battle on the inside one she was losing and now due to bloody circumstance she was fighting one on the outside which she was also losing. Her life seemed for all intensive purposes to be going to hell in a hand basket and she wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do to stem the tide. The one thing she hated about Connell was the fact that everything came with a lecture and she just wasn't in the humour to deal with his crap.

"How's the Commander Doctor?"

"Still unconscious, but stable he's just had major surgery. He is one lucky son of a bitch to have survived this far".

"Good that he has".

Adama opened his eyes his throat felt like a Geminon Sand storm dry as hell and sore. He hadn't the strength to move or even to speak. He could hear voices he couldn't quite make out what was being said but recognized Roslin's voice he opened his mouth to speak but found he couldn't his only option was to listen.

"What do you want Madam President?".

"Some painkillers would be nice. The ones you gave me aren't working anymore".

"There the best I've got short of giving you a Canala which you have refused already there's not a lot I can do. You getting any side effects from the Kamala yet?"

"Yea, I've stopped taking it".

"Good move"

"Sit down", Connell didn't even raise an eyebrow as

Laura struggled to make her way to the Bed it was clear that she was weak and in a lot of pain.

"My arm Doctor"

"This time Madam President". He injected her left arm first with Morphine and secondly with Chemo it wasn't long before the retching started he gave her a bed pan and when she stopped throwing up from the combination of both drugs, told her to lie down until her blood pressure went up to a normal level.

"Here, take one a day for a week, Two a day going up to Three a day. It's Dilloxin, the side effects are nasty but you ain't got any other choice at this stage of the game."

Laura looked up at him she wanted to cry but was damned if she was going too certainly not in front of the doctor. Her mother had taken Dilloxin she had watched as her mom slowly died from a combination of cancer and the damned drugs used to prolong life. Laura wasn't sure if she could be as courageous as her mother had been.

William Adama was now sure it was Roslin's voice he was listening too, it was then he realized just how ill she was. He had noticed considerable loss in weight the fact that the last few times they had eaten breakfast together she hadn't eaten anything. He assumed it was because she wasn't a morning person, which she wasn't. !Cranky as hell first thing in the morning!. Roslin had a way of getting under his skin like no woman he had ever known including his deceased wife. Half the time he didn't know if he liked her hated her or wanted to slap her, the woman drove him to distraction. She had caused him to lose his temper in the worse possible way. He had his men cut there way onboard her ship and arrest her. She was dangerous yes, but to the colonies or to him personally he wasn't sure which would be worse hating the woman or loving her. He'd give Roslin her due's she was one tough cookie. She hadn't batted an eyelid when he had the cell door locked just looked at him briefly unspeaking. He felt a pang of pity for the woman cancer was a hell of a beast and a horrible way to go personal experience had taught him that particular lesson.

Roslin opened her eyes realizing she had fallen asleep. She sat up put her two shaky legs to the ground. They felt like they belonged to someone else heavy and not as willing to take instruction from her brain as usual. 'Get off Galactica and return to colonial one'.

"Doctor Connell". He didn't respond immediately so Laura decided the best option was to go find him that she did in conversation with a conscious Adama. This was most definitely a fight or flight situation, flight being the most intelligent of the two given how weak she was feeling.

End Chapter Two