A PRESIDENT'S JOURNAL

DISCLAIMER:NOT OURS NOT GETTING ANY DOSH EITHER

RATING:ADULTS ONLY (VERY BAD LANGUAGE)

SUMMARY:READ PART ONE

Chapter Three

I was pleasantly surprised that in this version of the BSG Universe Adama was playing by the rule of law. I wasn't looking forward to facing him that was for bleeding sure.

I was always a big Adama fan, but as I tried to remember Season Two. I had to admit he'd been pretty fucking nasty to my favourite character. I thought to myself 'not this time mate'. Roslin was always too sweet to him even when he was being a little shit. Well see me I planned on telling him to go fuck himself first time he pissed me off and screw him.

Later the day of my first meeting with Adama was scheduled I was snapping, I was a nervous wreck.

Aside from the fact that he was an arrogant Bollix I still fancied the bleeding pants off him. I was caught between a rock and a hard place.

I buttoned up the dark purple jacket. Little Billy K 'bless his little heart' had got some of Laura's clothes to me. I always loved that suit Roslin wore it during the Mini with some high heels and she looked very well indeed. I even found some limited cosmetics in the stuff Billy sent over. A blusher, eyeliner, mascara and a lipstick. I applied it all and a little of the perfume at the bottom of the over-night bag. I was ready to sort Adama senior out.

I sat in the Ward Room waiting for his nibs to arrive, 'he was bleeding late' and there I was thinking that was a woman thing.

Then the door opened, well me heart was in me mouth. There he was William Adama 'Oh Jaysus' I thought 'he's bleeding gorgeous, wouldn't kick that outa the bed for eating garlic or having smelly socks'.

He was dressed in his uniform he'd lost weight. Lads his blue eyes were amazing. No wonder the girls at BSGEB think he's such a fine thing 'he is'.

Adama didn't speak straight away he sat down watching me. In all fairness and truth I was scared shitless. I thought to myself 'Ah yer fecked now'.

"Madam President" he didn't smile he looked fairly pissed off indeed.

"Hello", I decided to let him lead the conversation. I figured it was the safest option.

"I've discussed the situation with Colonel Tigh. That's why I'm here. My son made a valid point when he told me not to throw away the government because the President frakked up"

As a viewer of BSG I can say hand on me heart that Laura's decision could have been handled better. She coulda talked to Adama and explained things. But hers turned out, having watched the entire series to be right. Course couldn't say that to him he'd have a fit.

"Frakked up!", that was it I've got a short fuse and he just blew it. "My arse Mr lets cut her out of her ship and lock her in the brig if she doesn't play it our way".

He looked at me a bit funny kind of like Starbuck had but I didn't give a shit. Everything about him at that moment had me in the height of it.

"You want a slagging match? Well bring it on. Sod this, see you feck off" I got up and left.

I'm sure the poor fucker nearly died Roslin would a never told him to feck off. Well I often thought she shoulda and I was setting things straight.

End Chapter Three