Betrayed Trust

By AmandaC VRyan

Pairing: Roslin/Adama.

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

Chapter Five

She couldn't believe she had done it allowed Commander Adama to see her crying 'damn it' she was seriously annoyed with herself. She walked towards the view port of her military issue guest quarters and sank heavily into a chair finally surrendering to her grief.

It had been tough when Pete died, but Wally, 'Gods I'm the last' she thought as the tucked her unshod feet under her. Laura pushed an errant strand of Dark Chestnut hair from her face and looked about her quarters such as they were. She had been blessed in a manner her assigned guest quarters were one of the few with two rooms. One a living room of sorts, and the other a bedroom with a small ensuite. There was a funny smell that permeated every part of the ship in fact it did so with all of them. Laura was surprised how she had become accustomed to living in space at first the stale odor had bothered her something rotten, now it was just one more thing she had adjusted to. There was so much she had just accepted and adjusted to all her life in one respect or another. The universe had a shitty sense of humor the proof of that fact laid around her sparsely furnished and grey.

Laura Roslin had cried. She never cried not even when she was informed she had Breast Cancer or that it was inoperable 'no' it wasn't until circumstance had forced her to make a decision which resulted in the destruction of the Olympic Carrier and all aboard that Laura had finally lost emotional control. President Laura Roslin prided herself on the fact that she was pretty unflappable and for the most part she was. She was always a very polished person in both appearance and attitude.

William Adama was more than a little shocked to see the President cry he never suspected she had it in her. Again Laura Roslin had succeeded in surprising him. 'Damn she's one hell of a woman', he had never before really saw the president as a woman. He very rarely looked at women not since his wife. He scolded himself mentally for his thoughts, as she stood there in front of him all 5ft 8" of her. Her long sweet smelling hair slightly tossed but for the most part perfect he thought of her as beautiful yes Laura Roslin was beautiful 'Frakking Beautiful' he spoke the words softly. She had very kissable generous lips and broad smile and her laugh though rare was astounding. The damn woman pissed him the hell off, nearly frakked the entire fleet and here he was thinking about her physical attributes.

Adama was at his core a very private man and that privacy was a treasured artifact to him. Roslin had since there very first encounter aboard the Galactica, in which she tried to hard sell him the idea of computer networking, succeeded in really irritating the hell out of him. Her tears had definitely hit a raw nerve. Partially it had surprised him, what he saw in her grey eyes the pain, the anguish brought home the fact that he wasn't dealing with a hardened politician. As much as she would like him to believe the reverse was the case it wasn't, finally he felt in a small way that he was beginning to understand the woman a little. Adama sometimes though not consciously forgot that he was dealing with human beings. He didn't relish the thought of paying the President a visit female emotions whilst not alien to him were not something he liked to deal with. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that this was not the time.

Adama's revire was interrupted by his XO Saul Tigh a balding ex-alcoholic whom the Commander regarded as one of the finest human beings alive. They had served together for years trusted each other Saul was probably his best friend and damn he would hate to lose him. His thoughts returned to Laura Roslin who had just lost her best friend. He would have to do it, stop thinking about that damned woman.

"Sir"

"Saul"

"The explosion on the Colonial One was no accident."

"Never would have guessed Colonel".

"Heard Wallace Gray Died", tigh's gaze dropped slightly as he spoke.

"Yea, Billy Kekeya got lucky, hell they all did if that bloody explosion had ripped through the hull they'd all be dead".

"The President been told".

"Yea, she knows".

"You decided what to do about Apollo yet".

"No"

"You'll have to re-instate him, he's a damned good pilot and we're in short supply of those at the best of times".

"Starbuck".

"Took care of it Commander", he certainly had. When Starbuck had arrived back to Galactica he abused her verbally and without holding anything back. Saul even came close to hitting her, didn't though. She had returned with the Arrow Of Apollo and they had Earth's co-ordinates. Starbuck had been relieved of duty and was residing in the cell next to Apollo's.

End Chapter Five