Sorry for the big delay, guys (half an year...)- I've always knew what happens in this fic, I just didn't have the time to write it... hope you are still with me :) Thanks to everyone who reviewed!

10 pm the same evening

7 hours after the argument, Laura Roslin was still in the mood to airlock somebody. She couldn't believe how one minor argument could take her out of her nerves and make her think about it the whole day. Or maybe think not exactly about the argument but more about the person she was arguing with…

She paced the room again and again, trying to relax. No- she still wanted to airlock somebody. The perfect candidate had the utmost impudence to enter in his own quarters in the very same minute.

It was going to be a long evening.

Bill entered his quarters detecting an unusual presence. Laura. He sighed- the frakking woman was still mad at him as if he was the one to spread the contagious gripe. So typical. Women.

As if she had heard his thoughs, Laura turned to him.

- Don't worry, Admiral. I'm not going to talk more about the absurd situation from this morning.

Not that I don't want to. And not that I ask for peace.

Bill gave her one annoyed look, obviously being able to read her mind as well as she read his, and went to the shower.

While trying to calm his nerves under the hit stream of water, he again asked himself the question: "Why, in the name of the frakking nonexistent Lords of Kobol, was Laura Roslin staying in his quarters during the quarantine?" Lack of rooms, of course. Bill knew he was in big trouble…

One hour later, both have finished their dinner in complete silence and Bill decided it was high time to play gentleman.

- I'll take the couch and you can take the bed.

- No, thank you- I don't intend to make you uncomfortable. I'll take the couch.

- I'm not going to let people talk that I treated their president badly. Have the bed. End of discussion.

Laura gave him an annoyed glare but went to the sleeping room anyway. Afetr all, there were some battles she had to admit she couldn't win in. Adama's chivalry was one of them.

2 hours later Laura was still awake, thinking. It has become a habit of hers to spend some time with her thoughts before going to sleep. This night, however, her thoughts turned out to be more than she could handle.

It was like in another lifetime… the guilt, the insecurity, the shame, the questions "where is he now?" "Is he with her, in their bed?" "What am I for him- a cheap Presidential toy?"

The relationship with Adar seemed so far away now, and still… something about the current situation Lara was into made her think about him… About the relationship which a couple of years later she would describe as "the biggest mistake in my life" but now was still under the "bad decisions" label.…

But was there any good decision now? Was she able to find someone who would not turn her world into a chaos?

Maybe you have found it- whispered a little voice in her head.

Yes… maybe she has… Maybe there was no risk of him turning her world into a chaos, maybe it was just her driving herself crazy because she was afraid of another bad decision. But then again- can love be reduced to good and bad decisions?

Love…. When did that word come up connected with William Adama? Attraction, chemistry, friendship... Nothing more, right?

But there was so much more…Yes- Laura admitted hopelessly to herself- Love.

She turned to the direction of the sleeping Admiral, trying to hear his calming breathing. He was there, so close, so real… and still… there were so many thing wrong with the revelation she has just made.

There were not bad and good decisions in love. But there were definitely bad and good decisions in the life of The President. Laura was allowed to make bad decisions. The President was not.

***

Admiral Adama didn't have the habit to stare at the wall and ponder upon things. He was a man of action, not a man of thinking. But still, here he was, trying to fall asleep from 2 hours and failing miserably for two images were invading his mind and didn't let him go.

Bitter guilt, suppressed disappointment, feeling of helplessness before the inevitable end. He could have done something more. He could have fixed things if only she had given him the chance. Couldn't he?

There were a lot of hard responsibilities in his life and he let the hardest and most important of them to slip away from him. He failed once, of course he would fail twice. Carolanne's face blended with Laura's- after all, what mistakes he made with the first one he would make with the second one, too. That was why he should not even start. A long time ago he was responsible for keeping one heart whole. He failed in it and his wife has become his greatest enemy. He would not hold the responsibility for breaking another heart. Not now, not again. His only responsibility towards The President of the Twelve Colonies was to keep her as far away from him as possible. You don't hurt the people you love. Bill had learned this the hard way.

The people you love… There were so many things wrong with this sentence…