Betrayed Trust
By AmandaC VRyan
Pairing: Roslin/Adama.
Summary: Trust is a Fragile thing once lost its hard to get it back
Spoilers: Kobol's Last Gleaming Parts One and Two And Colonial Day
DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTER ARE NOT OURS WERE JUST BORROWING THEM FOR A BIT
Chapter Four
Tic,Tock, and the Clock ticks on silent as the grave, unheard ………………………
Billy slowly rose from his seat reached his hand out and shook Wallace Gray's with enthusiasm.
"Well Billy how is she?.
"The President is ok. She's out of the brig Tigh saw sense."
"Have you seen her?". Wally was more than a little concerned. He was pacing about the presidents desk looking intently at Billy.
Wallace Gray, a man in his early 40's stood just over 6ft tall with Salt and Pepper hair and Blue Eyes and the kind of smile that would have set hearts alight when he was a few years younger. He wasn't a politician at all by any standards in fact he had very little interest in the whole arena at all. He and Laura had been friends for 20 years.
It was only a wet week since Laura was asking him to go forward as her candidate for Vice President. Upon realizing that Wally just didn't have the charisma to take on a man like Tom Zarek she had asked him to pull out of the race. She had replaced his nomination with that of Gaius Baltar, who subsequently won. Grey had said a few words to the President more or less accusing her of being the same as the others, a backstabbing politician. That which he, Pete Weir and Laura had sworn they would never become.
Back in the day they had been inseperable the three were green as a freshly sown lawn and as nervous about the whole political thing. Laura was the worst though she barely spoke a word most of the time. She was shy and kept to herself. Her mind was unbelieveable, her understanding of the game phenomenal. All though Roslin knew how the game of politics was played, the rules, and how to win this was knowledge she never applied. She was happy to be in the background unnoticed and untroubled. Grey and Weir had respected, admired and liked her for this fact. But just before Colonial Day this had changed Wally saw something he didn't like in Laura he was hurt at being slighted in favour of Baltar, a guy who most assuredly was not playing with a full deck, this pissed him off seriously.
However time had a way of changing your perspective a little. He came to realize that Laura had little choice in her actions had Tom Zarek won the election and become her Vice President he would have assassinated her. Upon realizing this fact Wallace Grey and Laura Roslin had a very long conversation by way of a clearing of the air between them. He was glad of that conversation and of the fact that their friendship had remained as strong as ever.
Ten Years or so previously Wallace had entertained the idea that he was in love with Laura Roslin an idea which was quickly forgotten on the fateful day he met his wife. His wife, his beautiful Rebecca man he had loved her she was his light, she kept him sane and she was dead. Killed when the Cylon's had nuked Pikon.
Wallace Grey turned his attention back to Billy a perplexed look shrouding his features.
"Not seen her yet", came Billy's reply
"Where's all her stuff. This place usually looks like it being invaded by the President of the Pack Rats. You can tell her the gascious windbag said that".
Billy smiled, "I had all the paper work and her limited wardrobe taken over to her on the Galactica when it looked like she was going to be paying an extended visit". Billy left leaving Wallace sitting in the president's chair he swiveled around in it making himself comfortable. He imagined what it would be like to officially occupy this chair and thought to himself thank the gods it was her and not him who had to.
Tick, Tock, and the clock ticked unheard……………………………….BOOM …………
Laura Roslin was still in her quarters when the phone there rang it was Commander Adama.
"Madam President", his tone even.
"Yes Commander", Laura squeezed through clenched teeth.
"You are needed in the Infirmary immediately and that's not a request".
Laura didn't bother to dignify that with a response, she hung up the phone and flanked by two security guards headed down the corridor in the direction of the infirmary fully intent on giving him an ear bashing.
Upon arrival the sight that greeted her caused the color to slowly drain from her cheeks. Her eyes wide with tears just waiting to spill, tears she held back. She spotted the Commander in conversation with Major Connell. Billy was stretched out on a bio bed with visible burn injuries to his hands and upper arms on both sides. For one chilling moment Laura thought he was dead. Billy her right hand and trusted aid, he had been invaluable from day one. The thought of losing him filled her with indescribable fear. Then she saw him move. 'Thank the Gods of Kobol', she approached his bed.
Billy opened his eyes he tried to smile but didn't quite make it.
"Madam Pres……….."
"It's ok Billy, You'll be ok". Laura took his large hand gently into her own and smiled one of her best.
"What happened Billy", as she spoke she turned towards Commander Adama but he had left the room.
"There was an explosion on Colonial One, Wallace Gray, Wally. Is he ok he was sitting in your chair when……….. I managed to pull him out…is he ok ………………".
"I don't know Yet". Laura stood kissed Billy on the forehead and headed towards the door. She didn't quite make it. She very nearly ran William Adama over. There was no way in hell she was going to be polite to him.
"Where's Wallace Gray Commander?", her nostrils flared as she spoke.
"Ill take you Madam President".
They walked side by side down the corridor neither speaking. Laura half wanted to give him the ear bashing she had planned. But she was more concerned about Wally.
They entered another room at the end of the corridor Laura knew instinctively that this was Galactica's make shift intensive care unit. She knew she was almost shaking but hoped that the man by her side hadn't noticed.
She broached further in, Doctor Connell looked at her his features unreadable, as usual.
"He's dying and he's asking for you. He hasn't long he took the brunt of the blast there's nothing I can do for him. Damned luck that the hull of the Colonial One wasn't breached or there would be a lot more than him in here right now".
Laura didn't reply she didn't know what to say without hitting him. She walked past the Doctor to where Wally lay holding onto life by a mere thread.
"Wally it's Laura", she could barely recognize him he was burned that badly.
"Hey Honey, we've had fun you and I………" his words breathless
"It was better in the old days.", Wally tried to open an eye to look at her and he did manage to slightly. "Take care I'll miss you kid". Wallace Gray closed his eyes never to open them again.
"Wally", for a split second Laura thought she was going to throw up where she stood. She didn't instead she lowered her head kissed her best friend on his cheek and without shifting position took his hand and kissed it also. She would miss him terribly.
Twenty years was a long time in anybody's book. Laura remembered dinner's she remembered how proud she was when he had married Rebecca. She had been so happy for both of them. She remembered the big fight he had with Weir when Pete he let it slip whilst drunk that he fancied a night of passion with the lovely Rebecca. How she had laughed. He was right they had some great times twenty years of good times. Twenty years of memories, twenty years of loving this man, her best friend. Yes she would miss him her heart ached at the thought of never having the opportunity to tease him or talk to him.
William Adama's heart went out to her he could see she was struggling to stay in control and slowly losing. He approached the President of the twelve colonies very cautiously.
Laura looked up at him. The tears in her eyes spilling down her cheeks she turned and left the room as quickly as her feet would carry her. Again she was flanked by two security guards and returned to her designated quarters.
End Chapter Four
