Codename: Life Station

Call sign: Moggie

Summary: William Adama & Laura Roslin Short story with no real plot. Something about change and trust, a heart and a President.

Rating: Pg13 / T / Genre: Drama & Romance / Pairing: Commander Adama & President Laura Roslin / Disclaimer: I do not own Battlestar Galactica. / Notes: This is my first attempt at BSG, so forgive the errors. I was also basically sleeping whilst writing this, so I'll correct mistakes when I read it again. lol. Thank you to DeeRich for looking these chapters over.

Chapter Six - Galactica #4

Stepping over the seal and into the room, Laura came to a stop by the bookcase. She was a few minutes early. Standing on the other side of the table stood Commander William Adama, his back to her and his glasses perched almost on the tip of his nose. He was attempting to open a bottle of clear liquid, which was sure to be water.

She leaned slightly against the wood bookshelf and crossed her arms under her breasts. Her eyes were watching him, taking the moment to really look at him. He was in his uniform, completely buttoned. Laura should have known that even though he was supposed to be relaxing, he was ready for action the moment he was needed.

He struggled with the bottle for a second more before finally twisting the top. Turning to place the bottle on the table, he halted and drew his eyes up to meet the Presidents.

"Hi." Laura smiled.

Adama returned the smile with a small one of his own, carefully setting down the bottle and pushing his glasses up with his free hand. "You're a little early."

"I know." She pushed off the bookcase and walked around the table until she was standing next to him.

He cast a glance at the open hatch door before turning towards her. The skin around his eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled at her. "Was there something you need to talk about, Madam President? Before my son arrives, that is."

Laura reached up and removed his glasses with slow movements as she took a small step closer, putting them toe to toe. "I believe there was something," she whispered as her left hand placed his glasses on the table and her right smoothed down the front of his jacket. Since she didn't have time on her hands, she smiled into the lips that lowered to hers.

Adama's hands didn't wander further than holding strategically at her lower back. Almost a minute later, he pulled his head up slightly, his eyes a little darker. Releasing one hand from it's current position, he raised it to curl around the hand resting against his chest.

"I was wondering," Laura said quietly, her thumb brushing against his jacket.

"Hm?" his chest reverberated.

She looked into his eyes. "Aboard Colonial One, you were saying something, but stopped. What were you going to say?"

He thought back to the last time he was about the ship and came up with his unexpected chest pains and Major Cottle's insistences on an X-ray. But he couldn't remember what he had been talking about, his head shaking a little as he tried to bring back the moment. "I don't remember."

Her hand against his side, moved up and down in a comforting gesture. "I was complementing your ship and your protection of the fleet."

"Ah." He nodded in remembrance, his fingers flexing against her spine. "I was going to say, I sometimes wonder, what would have happened if I hadn't listened to you." His head turned away. "Now I know."

"We've had this discussion before." She reminded him. "On Kobol."

Nodding as he turned his eyes back to her, he smiled faintly. "I had a life changing experience, and then I had another." He paused momentarily to raise her hand to his cheek, gently leaning into her palm before turning his head to press a kiss there. "Anymore, and I might have a problem on my hands."

Laura laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder, her hand cupping the side of his face with her thumb caressing his cheekbone. "A saint you are not."

Adama chuckled deeply.

"We'd better sit down before Captain Apollo arrives." She murmured, pulling away.

Always the gentleman, Adama pulled out the chair beside his and waited until she was seated before taking his. "I can tell you now, seeing as Lee might have trouble talking to either one of us, but Starbuck was teasing him earlier about a rumour that is circling the ship." He poured water into Laura's glass before filling the other two.

Laura took a sip of water before broaching the subject. "It wouldn't happen to be the same rumour I heard whilst standing in CIC this afternoon by any chance?"

Adama's eyebrows rose as he manoeuvred his glasses out of the way to place his glass of water within reach. "Well, my officers are obviously relaxed enough to gossip whilst on duty, which I'll let them for the time being." He sighed and rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. "Cylon patrols are frequent, though we have been getting a good distance between them lately. I guess a little idle gossip to kick up morale is a good thing."

"Even when it's about you and I?" Laura asked, tilting her head to the side as she leaned her elbow on the table to rest her chin in her hand, looking at him with a challenging eye.

His lips twitched, his eyes roamed around the room before coming back to rest on hers. "It isn't far from the truth, but I do agree that discretion is of utmost importance for the time being."

Laura smiled and sat back in her chair. "For the time being."

He nodded, sliding his hand across the table to cover hers. "I won't compromise your position with the fleet. My involvement with you platonically is slightly damaging, but personally?" he sighed. "It could be opposed. Especially after the things that have happened."

"Arresting me?" She inquired with a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"For one." He shot back, easing his hand from hers as the presence of Lee caught his attention.

Lee took a deep breath and straightened his jacket. "Am I late?" He asked as he checked his timepiece.

"No. The President was early." Adama stood. "Sit down son."

"Madam President." Lee smiled as he took his seat on the other side of his father. "It's a pleasure seeing you after a boring day."

Laura chuckled. "I'm sure. What has it been today?"

"Oh, nothing too strenuous." Lee laughed. "Patrol. Chow. Rack time. Chow. Oh, Cylons. But then again, it's been a slow day, all things considering." He picked up his glass of water. "What about you? How was your day?"

Adama placed a plate in front of Lee as Laura relayed her days itinerary, and leaned to the side when he set a plate in front of her. "Thank you. This looks better than what I've been eating for the last few days."

Lee looked from his plate to his father as he sat down. He watched as his father smiled across at the President. Something was going on and he was smack in the middle of a rumour made reality.

To Be continued