A/N: It's been long time since last publish, and i'm really sorry. I had to find new beta, so it took me some time. But now Alicia and I edited all story and we started with new chapters, so I think that the next one will be published to the end of the month :P

Thanks to my beta Starnyx :)

Bill was standing with people he didn't know. They were talking about new strategy in business and social events. He didn't even know what the hell he was doing here. Bill had been invited to this presidential ball by his old friend who was wife of the Secretary of Defense, the same woman who set his blind date with Laura Roslin two years ago.

He couldn't forget about this woman. She was perfect. Beautiful, funny, intelligent, sexy and she could have any man she wanted. But instead of dating, she preferred sitting at home and reading. He didn't even know why she had agreed to go on a date with him. He was only The Old Man, the Commander of Battlestar who was loved and respected by his crew. He had nothing, nothing he could offer her. No house, no fancy car, no money. He only had two adults sons, his pride and joy. Despite the fact that Lee hated him and Zack had his own life, he was getting married soon.

He still remembered her soft and hypnotizing smell. The way her auburn hair curled above her shoulders and her green eyes with this unusual sparkle. The softness of her skin and the way she perfectly moved in his arms. It had been two years but he felt like it was yesterday. And her giggle. It was the most beautiful sound in his life. Husky, sexy with note of…

In that moment he heard it once again. Bill looked around and then saw her. She was sitting at his table and laughing. She was even more gorgeous than two years ago. He started approaching the table. He had to take her into his arms again. He needed to feel her soft skin by the material of his uniform. He needed to smell her incredible smell, he didn't know if it was her perfumes or the soap she was using. The smell of roses or white flowers with green tea, he wasn't sure, and sweet note of coconuts and rice on her hair. Yes the smell was remarkable, like Laura.

He was two feet far away when he saw the President. Adar stood next to Laura and told something to the rest of the people. Then he took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Bill looked down. He didn't stand a chance against the President, even if Adar was a moron. He sighed, walked to the bar, sat down and order a drink.

Laura was listening to the conversation between Wally and the Secretary of Transportation.

"I understand your point Shown, but imagine what it would be if the Vice President or the President used the public transport."

"Wally, please." Laura giggled. She had known Richard for a long time and could tell that he was too perfect to use a taxi, bus or train. No, he had to have a privative driver. "I don't see this. It's ridiculous. The President on a train? You've got to be kidding me. It will never happen! And if it does happen, I'll buy all of you drinks."

"If what happened?" she heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned around and saw Richard. He smiled. "Well, I'm sure I interrupted important conversation, and I'm very sorry, but I have few issues which I need to discuss with my Secretary of Education. So, Laura, with your permission." He offered her his hand.

" I'm very sorry Mister President but no business tonight." She answered and Richard pressed his lips together still offering her his hand.

"Well, in that case, would you like to dance, Madam Secretary?"

She stared at him and didn't know what to say. Well, she wanted to reject his offer but what it would be looking like, when the whole cabinet's members were watching them. She smiled and put her hand into his. She had to play her role at this party. She wasn't Laura at the moment; now she was his Secretary of Education.

Laura placed her political mask on her face and stood up. "In that case, I'd love to."

Richard smiled and leaded her on the dance floor. With his hand on the small of her back and second tangled with hers, they started dancing. Richard pulled Laura closer to him and whispered how beautiful she was tonight into her ear. She only nodded trying to stay professional. This evening was taut enough for her and now this dance. She shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place, but what was done was done. She sighed, and then she felt Richard's hand moving down from small of her back to her ass but she stopped him before anyone would notice his actions.

"What do you say if you go now to my office and wait for me? I'll be there in five minutes and then…" The President whispered into her ear.

He hadn't finished speaking because Laura looked at him suspiciously and took a deep breath.

"No, Mister President. It has to end. You have a wife and…"

"And you what?" he asked angrily.

People started looking at them. Richard grabbed Laura's arm and led her to the hallway. When they finally reached the hallway, he dismissed the security team and opened the library's door. Richard pushed Laura into the room and shut the door behind him. When he turned around he frowned, his eyebrows in Laura's direction. "What the frak are you talking about, huh?"

"We can't do it anymore, Richard. You're married, and I don't want to be the other woman, not now. I want to have a life, my own life."

"What are you trying to say? Laura, I love you, but you know that I can't leave Brooke. It would destroy my presidential image."

"I'm leaving, Richard. I'll not leave the cabinet. But our affair must end now!" she said and took a few steps back. The President took her arm and pulled closer, squeezing her harder. "Richard, it hurts, please."

"You can't go! You're mine!" he pushed her at the table and started pulling her dress up to her hips. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled his trousers down. "Always was and always will be!"

Bill was heading to the exit. This party was overrated and boring. There wasn't anybody with whom he could talk. Well, there was Marcia and her husband, but as for the Secretary of Defenses he was talking about business with the admiralty. Also, there were a few people who he knew, but they were busy with their partners, and there was woman who had stolen his heart, Laura Roslin; wearing black dress and lighting the space with her radiant smile, so beautiful, so lovely and probably with a date, who was waiting for her to finish her dance with the President of the Twelve Colonies. Bill wanted to talk to her, maybe even dance and invite her for a coffee, but the chances that she would be alone at this party were pretty slight. She was a beautiful and intelligent woman. It was impossible that a woman like her would come to the presidential ball all alone.

So, now Bill was walking down the hallway. The taxi should be there by now. He thought, passing the library. Then he heard a famine voice. Bill stopped and came closer to the library's door. Silence. He wanted to move when he heard it again.

"Richard it hurts, please." Bill took a deep breath and looked around. The hallway was empty and in that room was somebody who required help.

"You can't go! You're mine! Always was and always will be!" He didn't hesitate longer. Bill opened the door when the man was unzipping his pants and started to undressed the woman. Adama glared hard at the man whose pants were around his ankles but it seems like the President didn't care. He didn't even see Bill.

"Hey. Leave her alone!" he yelled.

The man turned around still holding the red head despite her efforts to escape him. Bill gave him a mad glare and then he saw who he was. The President with not happy, but frighten Laura Roslin. "Did you hear me? LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"It's not your frakking business. Get the frak out of here!" The President frowned angrily in Adama's direction. When Bill didn't move Richard yelled. "I'm the president and I gave you an order… "He looked at his pins which was clearly showing him his military rank. "COMMANDER! Get the frak out of here!"

"NO! I'll not leave and you'll let her go unless you want me to call the press and your wife. I'm sure it would be a nice picture in tomorrow's newspaper." He pointed at the president's pants around his ankles and came closer. Now he was toe to toe, eye to eye with Adar. "So?"

Adar frowned giving Adama an angry look.

"Let her go, NOW!" demanded Adama making an eye contact with Laura. She looked down as if she didn't want to embarrass herself more than she already was. She set herself free from Richard while he was absorbed in an eye battle with William Adama, and quickly headed to the exit.

When the Commander realized she left, he raised his finger. "I don't want to see you near her, do you understand, Mister President?"

"Yes." He answered angrily.

"Good."

Adama smiled and walked away leaving the half-naked President of Twelve Colonies alone. Bill had to find Laura.

TBC

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