Major Lee Adama paced down the cold, empty halls of Galactica. What exactly did the President need him for? She remained distant ever since they had that brief encounter during the celebration that followed the aftermath of the rescue. Now Dee tells him that the president's aide is requesting a meeting with him today at 1400 hours.
He was too drunk that night. Watching Kara and her husband dance was torture to his broken heart and his remedy for his sorrows was to drown it in the rotgut alcohol that freely flowed. The President did not seem completely with it. Almost like drunk, but without the alcohol. What was wrong with her?
Their mutual need to have someone drove them to it. Their hasty frak in a storage cupboard was regrettable and she quickly left, not even waiting for him to dress. It had seemed to only be a one-time thing and she quickly regretted doing it.
Lee pondered over the news, ignoring the passing pilots. What could he have done this time? Nothing is right now. He once again frakked things up with the people he loved.
Tom Zarek sat at his desk going over the stacks of papers on his desk.
Great. Just as I get into power the amount of paperwork triples. Frakking Baltar. Now I have to cover the mess of his 'legacy'. His angry thoughts were broken by the arrival of his assistant.
'Mr Vice President, the President's aide is requesting a meeting at two today aboard the Colonial One. I told her that you had a meeting with the Virgon representative but she insisted that this was of the highest importance. What would you like me to do?' Said the pretty blonde as she entered the room. Her inquiring look puzzled him.
When the hell did he go for the smart type? Oh,that is right, when he met Laura. The sassy redhead who, despite all his efforts, never trusted him but she had allowed him to spend one unforgetful night with her. She would never be his though. Her heart belonged to someone else but it did not mean he would stop trying. What he wouldn't do to have her again?
His little daydream involving Laura, clad only in a skimpy pair of red underwear was regretfully interrupted, by the cough of his assistant, Tanya.
'Mister Vice President? What should I tell them?'
He pondered for a moment. Should he blow her off? Would that increase the cold shoulder he has been getting lately?
'If the president insists then who am I to not obey my commanding officer?' he replied, deciding it was better to take his chance. Being in a meeting with Laura did not seem that hard and it might even be fun.
He watched Tanya leave the room, swaying her hips seductively but he returned to his daydream of Laura.
Admiral Bill Adama paced around his quarters. The message delivered him was requesting an impromptu meeting with the President. He could not wait to see her again. The past few months with her had been bliss. They finally had admitted their feelings towards each other but there was still this nagging feeling that today's meeting would not be the kind that Bill was thinking of.
What ever this was about, he hoped it was good news. Laura was a bit distant to him lately and not looking healthy. Bill hoped it wasn't cancer. She would have made it more personal if it was that. He would just have to wait til the meeting.