The morning was becoming worse and worse but noone could do nothing about it. When Admiral Adama and President Roslin were fighting even the stars outside became darker. And today the Admiral and the President were fighting seriously.

- We can't make Galactica a hospital only because you, Madame President, want the fleet to trust us. I don't care if these civilians are happy, I'm here to keep them alive!

- The communication between the military and the ordinary people is more important than….

- Than your lives? Laura, you've had smarter thoughts.

- This is not what I'm trying to say!

Gods, this man was impossible! Impossible to argue with, impossible to agree… impossible to resist. OK, Laura, the sentence was better without the last 3 words…

The entering of Cottle, Tigh and Lee put an end of the dangerous thoughts

- Madame President, Admiral, we have a problem with that girl we've been talking about… I'm afraid that she has caught up Tinatsea. The disease is contagious and has spread up on the half of the fleet… All of the ships must be put under quarantine immediately.

Great. The morning was really, really lovely.

- OK, Major Cottle, I agree.

She agrees? Was there an option "disagree"???? Bill blinked in frustration. Frakking woman.

- Admiral, is there something that is bothering you?- Asked Laura with a sweet voice. She knew he was angry with her way of talking and enjoyed this. Completely. And unashamedly.

- No- sighed he. There wasn't any meaning to start a fight with that woman now, after she was obviously staying on the board of his own ship for what seemed to be a long time.- Everything is fine, Madame president. Let me call a marine to show you the quest quarters. Obviously you will be guest on "Galactica" for a few days.

The change in Laura's face told him that something crazy was coming to the horizon… something in Roslin-I'm-the-most-reckless-woman-in-the-fleet style… and he wasn't wrong.

- I'm not staying on this ship, Admiral. I must be on Colonial One with the Quorum members and the press- the people out there need answers. I'm their President and I'll give them.

- Yeah, you'll give them the answers along with a deadly contagious disease. How smart. - observed with a stone expression Bill. Cottle and Tigh hurried to escape from the battle field. Lee stepped as far as possible to the door.

- I have a cylon blood in my veigns which destroyed cancer, I think I'll manage with some grip.

- Some grip???? You are exposing at risk the whole fleet!!! You're staying here! End of discussion.

Bad move. What happens in a fight when both of the sides are used to have the last word? Blue steel met green fire. Lee Adama who stood by the door felt a distant rumble in the air which has surprisingly become very hard and hot. Two wills were in a silent battle for domination. In comparison with this, their first argument from the early morning seemed like a child play. After several minutes in ice silence, Bill burst out.

- OK. Go away. Frakking woman. Gods are my witnesses that even a cylon is better than you on my ship!! Go! I knew that you're completely irresponsible, I knew it since the beginning!

Laura's victorious smile from the first part of his speech was replaced by shock and fury.

- How dare you call me irresponsible!??

- Prove me that I'm wrong.

It was soo frakking obvious, so cheap, so arrogant, so typical for him… so…. logical. She hated that word.

- Allright. Captain Apollo, please, inform the pilot that I've decided to stay on Galactica during the quarantine. - The President stated with as much dignity as possible after a lost fight with the Admiral. Lee swallowed hard and escaped from the room thanking to all possible gods.

- Happy, now?

Oh... he was soo far from happy. Yes, she was not going anywhere to spread the disease, but she was there,,. to spread all these wrong thoughts he had about her. Who says a contagious disease was the worst thing that can happen? Bill had the worst possible thing in front of himself. And it definitely didn't look like a disease. More like a slowly active magic destined to torture him. An epidemic could be the worst thing for the fleet. But a tempting female president answering to the name Laura Roslin was the worst for the Admiral of this fleet. Really the worst…