Italics: thoughts

One of the scariest moments of Commander William Adama's life was the moment Laura Roslin walked in the room and he notices that his son Lee was not in tow. He looked around and found that Lee was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Lee," he promptly asked Roslin.

"Bill I think you need to sit down," Roslin said.

"The hell with sitting, where the frak is my son?" Adama replied franticly.

"When we were down on Kobol, there was an attack by the Cylons. Lee was captured. We've got him now, and he's alright, physically." Laura gently told the commander.

"He's alright physically?" Adama repeated.

"He was held by the Cylons. We don't know what they did to him, he won't tell us. He just says he's fine."

"Well then he's fine."

"Bill. He is not fine."

"If my son says he's fine, then he's fine, end of story. Stop analyzing him, you're not his mother Laura."

"No, I'm not, but you are his father. Maybe you should act like one," Laura suggested before leaving the room, slamming the hatch behind her.

William Adama was fuming. How dare she call me a bad father. Lee is fine. He's a strong young man who's made it through so much already; he can make it through this.

"But what if he can't?" a nagging little voice in his head replied. That's enough of this. I'm having arguments with myself now. I'll just talk to Lee and make sure that he is just fine. If he isn't… well we'll deal with that later.

Lee Adama limped down the corridors of the Galactica, heading for the medical bay. He really needed to get his leg examined. He had landed hard on it trying to escape from the cylons, and he had been limping ever since. He would probably need physical therapy to regain full use of his leg. What are the chances that a physical therapist is among the survivors? Knowing his luck, there probably wasn't.

"Captain Apollo?"

The president's call woke him out of his daydream.

"Sorry Madame President, I was just talking to myself."

"Was it a good conversation?" Roslin jokingly asked.

"Ah, I'm pretty bad company actually."

"Well I happen to think you're pretty good company, at least better than your father."

"That's not really saying much, but thank you anyway, Madame President. So I take it that your conversation with him didn't go as well as you had hoped?"

"Well if you mean it ended in an argument as our discussions usually do, than it went really well."

"Well this is my stop. Thank you Madame President, for the great conversation. I hope to do it again soon."

"Speaking of that, I was talking to the captain of Cloud Nine, and he is very grateful for what we have done. He has offered me and a guest a chance for a little vacation there. I was thinking you might need a little R&R."

"That is the best idea I've heard in a while Madame President, and I think I'll take you up on it. I'll meet you in the hanger bay in three hours."

End of chapter two. Next chapter will be posted as soon as I can write it and will include Laura and Lee's vacation, and a conversation between Lee and Adama.

Vote: Do you think Lee and Laura should get together, or should Laura and William get together? You decide and vote in your review.

Here are a few little 'stories' by a friend of mine who would like to share them with you.

Oh look at me, I can write BSG stories too!

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Lisa walked into a brick wall and looked up and said oh…brick wall, and walked into it.

Dee said "marco" over the wireless and Adama answered "polo"

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So review and vote on the story so I can write chapter 3!