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 Seven - Galactica #5

"Have you thought about asking the Fleet?" Laura put in, the topic of discussion wasn't normally something she would talk about, but with recent events involving shortages and need for more pilots, technicians, engineers and so on, the idea of getting more of the Fleet involved might help take their minds off things for a short time.

"I wasn't sure it was such a good idea." Lee confessed, glancing sideways at his father.

Laura looked from Lee to Adama, "Problems?"

Adama set his glass on the table with a tired sigh, his glasses had long been replaced. "With the unknown number of Human-Cylons within the Fleet, it is difficult, and frankly concerning. A decision would have to be made after being tested, but," He shook his head and rubbed at his eyes under the rim of his glasses.

"Madam President," Lee shifted in his chair. "What my father is trying to say is, we don't trust Doctor Baltar to run the tests. Yes, he designed it, and it does work, but, he falsely tested Boomer-" Lee frowned and glanced at his father. "I mean,"

"It's alright son." Adama said with a tired tone, his voice deepening. "The Cylon who shot me was tested by Doctor Baltar. Although he assures me that it could have been a mistake. His excuses lately are wearing my patience thin."

"He's a strange one, Madam President." Lee injected, his father grateful for the forwardness.

Laura nodded in understanding. "How about Mr Gaeta?"

Adama leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs under the table with a relaxed smile, his chest feeling better for the rest. "That was my next suggestion to Lee." He looked at his son. "I want Mr Gaeta to test anyone you find." His look turned serious. "I don't want a Cylon on my ship."

Lee nodded, wiping his mouth with his napkin. "Understood." Taking on last sip of his water, he stood. "Well, if you'll excuse me, Madam President, I need to make sure Starbuck hasn't been put in the Brig again."

Sharing a quick look with each other, Adama leaned forward to pour more water into his and Laura's glasses. "Please sit down a minute, son."

Lee looked at his vacated chair a second before retaking it. He looked to his father before his eyes wandered towards the President. "Something wrong?"

"No, no." Adama shook his head, placing the bottle down. "I wanted to ask you about the rumours we've been hearing."

"Oh." Lee shifted nervously. "I can assure you, Sir, I can put a stop to-"

Shaking his head with a soft chuckle, Adama removed his glasses to gaze softly at his son. "No son. I'm asking you as a father to his son. Laura and I need to ask you something and we both don't want to make things awkward for you, personally, or professionally."

Laura sipped her water silently, letting father and son start this conversation.

Lee's brows furrowed in thought, and then rose in final understanding, though it wasn't far off the mark in the first place. His father referring to the President by her first name in his presence was a real giveaway, but the casual looks and easy laughter during dinner had given him enough clues to figure it out himself.

Seeing that Lee wasn't going to say anything, Laura became the nervous one. She pushed her glass away from her with slightly trembling fingers and a quiver in her voice. "If it's making you feel put in a tight spot, Captain, I understand completely."

Adama frowned. "Son?"

Taking a deep breath, Lee smiled a little. "It's just…"

"Your father without your mother?" Laura asked, the quiver fading with the warmth seeping into her thigh from Adama's knee.

"No." Lee hurried, "Nothing like that." He laughed with embarrassment. "It's the whole idea that my father and the President, are…" He fell silent before chuckling as he turned red. "May I be excused?"

Adama nodded. "Sure."

"Um," Lee turned back towards them for a second before holding out his hand to his father. "I'm happy if you're happy, Dad." He squeezed his fathers hand and found himself pulled into a hug.

"I love you son." Adama said throatily, holding his son a minute more.

Laura smiled at them, her heart beating so fast she was afraid she would get dizzy. She nodded to Lee when he beamed at her after being released from his fathers arms.

"Thank you." Lee whispered over the table, his meaning clear to Laura. It was a thanks for being there. For trusting his father and for not giving up on him, even after the mutiny.

When Lee closed the hatch after he left, Laura rose from her chair and immediately collapsed onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

Adama collected both glasses and the bottle of water, he sat down slowly beside her, pouring water into the glasses as he smiled at her when she folded her legs under her and moved to lean against him. "At least he was open-minded."

"No lectures about our individual status in the Fleet." She said wistfully. "It was almost too easy."

"Yes." He agreed, leaning back to slide his arm around her shoulders and pull her against his chest. "Which is why he's telling Kara right about now, which means that it will be all over the ship within the morning."

Laura snuggled closer, her right arm wrapping around his waist. "This is nice."

"Hm." He hummed, tightening his arms around her, running his right hand up and down her spine. "Lets make a promise not to kill each other over disagreements."

"Professionally?"

He chuckled. "Planning my death when we have a personal disagreement?"

She laughed into his neck, "No. But I agree with you. We have to set out rules so we don't cross the line when on duty."

"Agreed."

"I'm sure we'll come up with more when they crop up." Laura whispered on a yawn.

"I'm sure we will. As long as you are with me to keep me balanced, I have no arguments."

The End