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Pyramids*4

It had been difficult for Mali and Lee to part after dinner with his father. It had been a good evening of laughter and lots of stories, mostly from the Adama family. The Davis story wasn’t one shared often. Mali found it interesting that Lee and his father both maintained not to understand the other and yet they had gotten along so well. She wondered if it had been for her benefit. The conversations had been admittedly casual. No old wounds were reopened.

She spent her day going over the medical reports of the fleet. She wanted to have a basic understanding of what resources they had and how they were being used. It was a grim picture. Of all the survivors, there were very few doctors. There were more nurses, but still not enough. If there was anything Mali had always loved, it was meeting a challenge. She felt the same way now, looking over the medical situation. She was impressed with how well they were doing but knew bigger problems could and would flare up soon. She wanted to be prepared.

Mali had always wanted a career in medicine. She worked hard to achieve her goal and had planned a more typical career in pediatrics, until she’d met Lee Adama. Those first few weeks convinced her she needed to find a way to make her career match more with his. She had joined a research program sponsored by the military. They were evaluating military medicine and how it might be improved, if necessary. She didn’t often abide by pulling strings, but between her efforts and Lee’s requests, she was assigned to Lee’s ship for a six-month rotation. Lee didn’t often ask for ‘favors’. Admiral Nagala had been happy to help the couple out. Mali then spent several months on smaller ships. During the months preceding the attacks, she’d been working on various ships, overseeing the overhaul of their medical bays. She was on her way to the Pegasus for its overhaul when the Cylons attacked.

As it turned out, she didn’t need to worry about a career in military medicine, as Lee had already resigned. It was known to only a very few people. He had gone into a partnership with a friend in Caprica City. He would be flying emergency routes for medical or disaster reasons. He was excited to have found a job that would still allow him to fly and yet be home with his wife. She’d never asked him to resign. Knowing how respected Lee was as an officer, she would have never asked. After he was promoted, he had come to her with the idea. They both decided they needed to let Admiral Nagura know as soon as possible. The Admiral had fought long and hard to talk Lee out of the decision. Lee merely agreed to wait until they married. Mali wondered how Bill Adama would take the news when he found out. She suspected most people would blame her and that was fine, as long as she had Lee by her side.

She left her office and went straight to her quarters in the late afternoon. Tonight, Admiral Cain had invited the members of the Quorum of Twelve and key staff from the Galactica for a social gathering. Lee would of course be present and had planned to come to her quarters when he arrived on board. She wanted to be ready for him. She reached for her black cocktail dress at the back of the closet. As she reached it, the back of her hand brushed up against the satin hanging bag, which contained her wedding dress. She’d brought it with her at the last minute, intending to show Caroline Adama.

That first night after the attack, she had pulled it out of the sack and tried it on. Seeing herself in the mirror had brought on such overwhelming guilt and sadness, that she stuffed it hastily back in the bag and thrown it on the floor of the closet. A few days later, she hung it up, but she hadn’t straightened the dress within, assuming there was no need to preserve it. Now, she pushed a row of clothes out of the way, and pulled the bag forward. She unzipped it to reveal the crumpled dress at the bottom. She pulled up the shoulders and hung it properly. She frowned at the wrinkles and wondered if there was any chance of getting them out. A knock at the door disrupted her. She rezipped the bag and pushed the dress back where it had been.

Opening the door, dressed only in her robe, she was happily surprised to find Lee, wearing his dress grays. She did love this man in uniform. Of course, that wasn’t saying much, as she loved him out of it too.

“Lee! You’re early.” She pulled him into the room and chuckled as he pulled her into his arms as soon as the door was closed.

“It’s been too long. I’ve missed you.” He kissed her on the mouth and then began trailing kisses down her neck.

“It hasn’t even been a day.” She loved his touch but refused to let him win her over this quickly.

He stopped abruptly and looked her in the eye. “You didn’t miss me?” His eyes lit up. Based on the twinkle, she knew he was about to tease her. “There’s someone else, isn’t there?”

Playing into his hand, she dropped her head and assumed a guilty expression. “I’m sorry.”

Lee pretended to tear apart the room looking for the mystery man. “I’ll kill him. You know that right? I mean what does he have that I don’t? Can he fly a viper?”

She smiled wickedly. “He’s a doctor.”

“Damn. One of your own. It always happens. He’s a Podiatrist, isn’t he?”

The back of Mali’s hand flew to her forehead in mock swoon. “Oh, my lord. You’ve found me out.”

“You always have been addicted to foot massages. I can’t kill him. We do need all medical personnel, even foot doctors.”

“Oh, please take me back. It was just a fling. Really. I promise I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” She had managed to sound very pathetic for being on the verge of laughter.

“Anything?” His eyes took on a wicked gleam of his own.

She cocked her head to one side and in the sultriest voice she could muster, replied. “Anything.”

“Take off the robe…”

Now, Mali feigned fear. “Oh no, not that. I couldn’t…” Her mock protests were halted when his hands slipped under the collar of her robe and his mouth simultaneously captured her lips. When his lips moved on to taste other parts, she murmured. “Oh well, if I must.”

BSG BSG BSG

Lee was intoxicated. There was no other way to describe his behavior. Each and every time Mali tried to slip from his grasp and get ready for the evening, he would haul her back and with the magic of his eyes, mouth and hands; they were quickly occupied with other thoughts.

Lee lay on his back with Mali curled on her side in the cradle of his arm. He made slow, soft circles down her spine and she traced similar patterns on his chest, enjoying the delicate tickle of the soft hairs. She hummed quietly. Lee stopped his hand and she looked at his face to see why. She met penetrating blue eyes filled with love. She returned his smile and rolled up to lie on top of him. She folded her hands to rest them on his chest.

He chuckled. “I thought you wanted to go to this shindig?”

“Oh, I dunno. I kinda like the shindig we’ve got right here.” She bent down and kissed him.

“Me too. Do you think they’d come looking for us?”

She grimaced. “Yes. Just to piss us off. I bet Ying and Yang are already on the prowl.”

He laughed. “Let’s not invite them to the wedding.”

She pondered the suggestion a minute. “They can come to the wedding, but we lock them up before we leave and they get no details on where we spend our first night.”

He nodded. “That might work.” He then added. “We really don’t have a whole lot of options on our first night. Hmm… Let’s see. My rack on Galactica.” He grinned. “We can close the curtain.” He paused. “Or, let’s see. Your quarters here?” He met her eyes, expecting her smile, but she instead looked worried. “What’s wrong?”

“You still want to marry me?”

Lee was stunned and for a moment wondered if she was joking but the doubt in her eyes was loud and clear. “Why on Caprica wouldn’t I want to marry you? I love you.”

“I know… I just…” She couldn’t find her words.

He lifted her chin with his fingertips. “Just what?”

“So much has changed. Maybe… Maybe your feelings for me have changed? Maybe there’s…” She choked on the next words. “Maybe there’s someone else?”

Lee wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so they were side by side. “Mal, there is no one else for me. There never has been and there never will be, ever. End of story. And as for the world changing, well, yes it has.” He paused, smiling warmly at her. “The way I see it, you coming back to me is a gift that so many others didn’t receive. I have the chance to love like I have never loved before, because now I understand what it means to lose.” He was silent a moment, seeing the power his words were having on her. Tears welled in her eyes. “Right now, holding you in my arms like this, I feel more alive then I have felt my entire life.” He kissed her. “No. No, my lady, there is no one else for me. No one will ever make me feel like this. It is you.” He stopped. “Unless you don’t want to marry me?” For a single moment he worried that he had hit on the truth.

Tears slid down her face. “Why is it you always make me cry?” She stretched her neck up and kissed him deeply, moving her hand down his torso. “No, my lord. There is only you.”

They were quite late arriving at the reception area, but the striking couple received no reprimands as they entered. Lee was once again perfectly attired in his dress uniform and Mali completed the picture in her tasteful black satin cocktail dress. She had intended to wear her hair up, as befitting a formal occasion, but Lee’s attentions had not allowed her the time, so it hung loose and wavy around her shoulders. During the walk to the gathering, Lee’s arm had been possessively wrapped around her waist, but as soon as they neared the entrance, it dropped and he was satisfied to take her hand in his.

People immediately swarmed them wanting to meet the mystery woman who had brought about such instant happiness in the CAG. The first in line was no less then the President herself.

“Captain, I do believe you have an introduction to make.” Laura Roslin grinned with excitement.

Lee smiled proudly. “Madame President, may I introduce my fiancée, Doctor Amalia Davis.” He then faced Mali. “Mali, this is President Laura Roslin.”

President Roslin held out her hand. “It is such a pleasure to meet you. I can’t tell you how happy I am for both of you.”

Mali accepted the hand. “Thank you. We’re pretty happy ourselves.” She looked at Lee for a moment.

“As the president, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to have another doctor in the fleet. I know it will keep you busy, but the need is so great.”

“Yes, I know. I’ve been reading Doctor Cottle’s notes on the situation. It will be nice to be needed.”

Lee could see that the women were going to be talking on the subject for some time. He interrupted them politely. “Mali, would you like something to drink?”

She smiled. “Yes, please.”

Lee looked to the president. “Madame President?”

She shook her head. “Thank you, nothing for me.” Lee left.

“As I was saying, Doctor Davis, you will be needed.”

“Please, call me Mali. Doctor Davis sounds so formal. If you don’t mind my saying so, I feel like I know you already. Lee speaks very highly of you. I know… Well, I know you have spent a great deal of time together and… I know you have been a great help to him. I appreciate that. Thank you.”

Laura blushed at the praise. “It’s I who have been lucky. I fear I’ve created more trouble for him than helped him.” She paused, deciding to speak candidly. “He’s a wonderful man. You’re a lucky woman.”

Mali smiled. “I know. Sometimes, I wake up wondering why the gods choose me for him.”

Laura smiled. “Or did they choose him for you? I have a feeling we’re going to gain a lot from having you around as well, Doc… Mali.”

Mali blushed. “Madame President…”

Laura couldn’t help but notice the blush. She was as modest as the Captain. “Please, call me Laura. I’d like us to be friends.”

Mali nodded. “I’d like that, too.”

The women continued to chat until Lee returned with a glass for Mali. The president’s assistant, Billy, interrupted them, saying a quorum member needed to talk to her. She made her excuses, only after obtaining a promise from Mali that she would join her on Colonial One for lunch soon. Mali agreed and the couple was left alone.

Lee smirked. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You meet the president of the colonies and already you’re having lunch with her?”

“Me? Shall we talk about your actions where the president are concerned?” She raised a questioning eyebrow in his direction.

“What?” He muttered. “You don’t think…” He was completely stuck. “That conversation from earlier… That wasn’t…”

Mali laughed at his frustration. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Relax. I was kidding.”

Lee scowled. This woman had such power over him. He wondered if she realized just how much power she had? A movement in the corner of his eye brought about a small groan.

It wasn’t loud, but Mali heard it. “What?”

He whispered. “Dradis contact. Launch alert vipers.”

Mali followed his eyes and saw a couple approaching. A balding officer from Galactica and a middle-aged, blonde woman were approaching them. The officer looked as if he was being unwillingly ordered to attend. Mali assumed this was Colonel Tigh and his vulture of a wife, Ellen. She was correct.

When the couple stopped in front of them, Lee saluted. “Colonel Tigh. Mrs. Tigh. Allow me to introduce my fiancée, Doctor Amalia Davis.” As with the president, he looked at Mali and finished the introduction. “Mali, this is Colonel Tigh and his wife, Ellen.”

Hands again were shaken. Tigh was cool, but polite. Ellen was obviously intrigued. “So, doctor is it? It will certainly be good to have another doctor around. That Doctor Cottle has the bedside manner of a stirrup.”

Both officers cringed at her statement and Tigh began to defend his chief medical officer. Mali spoke louder. “Doctor Cottle has been working very hard. I’m sure he’s handling all the important cases well as possible.”

No one could have missed the barb. Lee smiled. Mali could handle her own in any crowd, whether it be drunken pilots or officer’s wives. Lee coughed to cover the moment of awkward silence.

Ellen refocused and began again. “It will certainly be nice to have another officer’s wife around. I know you haven’t officially become one yet, but you’ll find it’s a very frustrating position. After all, your husband’s most common words will be ‘that’s classified.’” She smiled at Tigh, who again appeared uncomfortable and took several deep drinks from his glass. “I am certainly available if you need to talk. I’ve been doing this a lot longer. It will be nice to have someone to spend time with who understands, don’t you think?”

Mali smiled. “Thank you, Mrs. Tigh. I appreciate the advice. As you noted, I’m fairly sure I will be busy working with Doctor Cottle and the others. I’m sure that the work you do to help the fleet occupies you as well?”

Lee’s cough was completely natural this time and Colonel Tigh looked a little paler than normal. Ellen Tigh’s eyes flashed with anger. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Mali assumed an attitude of innocence. “I’m sorry. I assumed you were somehow working in the fleet in some way. I’m sure there are lots of things you can do to make people’s lives a little easier…” She added purposefully, “as an officer’s wife.”

Ellen drew up her pride. “No, I haven’t found anything as of yet. I am more than able to occupy my time on board. I think my most important job is to be there to support my husband when he needs me.” It was obvious that the drunken Ellen was scrambling to win the repartee. A moment’s recognition flashed across her face. “You do look familiar, Doctor Davis. Have we met somewhere before?”

Mali smiled sweetly, hiding her true thoughts. She had seen Ellen Tigh many times before in the nightclub. She didn’t know her name back then, but she easily recognized the blonde. It was the same blonde who showed up every time a ship pulled into port at Picon Station. Each time, she was with some different officer. Mali made a mental note to discuss Ellen Tigh with Lee later. She needed to know how much Saul Tigh knew about his wife’s activities when he was away. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’ve been told I have one of those faces.”

Ellen faked a look over Lee’s shoulder and made a grandiose wave. She needed to buy some time. She knew she’d seen this girl before and she’d be damned if the little hussy was going to become the belle of the Galactica’s ball. The Galactica was her territory. She looked back at Lee and Mali. “Oh, I’m sorry. We’re needed elsewhere. Please excuse us.” She started to lead the Colonel off.

Mali stopped them briefly with a hand. “It was very nice to meet you both.” Ellen said nothing and Tigh just nodded as he followed his wife.

The minute they were out of earshot, Lee burst into fits of laughter. He couldn’t stop, even when his father and the Admiral approached them. His father spoke first. “I take it you enjoyed meeting the Tighs?”

Mali, composed the whole time, answered. “Certainly. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together. It’s important to get an understanding from the beginning.”

Lee absolutely could not get himself composed and he struggled to maintain decorum for the two officers present.

Admiral Cain spoke next. “Have you two been able to spend some quality time together?”

Lee was calmer now. “Yes, thanks to both of you. We appreciate that you’ve both given us some extra down time.”

“From what I hear from your father, it is well earned.” Lee raised his eyebrow ever so slightly as the admiral went on. “And Mali has certainly been a gift from the gods for us as well.”

Mali was embarrassed at the praise and dropped her head as she mumbled a thank you.

“Lee, the admiral has been telling me what a boost for morale Mali can be. It seems she is prone to impromptu entertainment?” Adama questioned.

Lee nodded his understanding and smiled with pride. “I told you she was an amazing woman. All this beauty and smarts and she sings too.”

The admiral stepped in, not wanting to be one upped by the two junior officers. “Perhaps we’ll convince her to sing before the night is out?”

Mali bent her head and shyly looked to the side. “I don’t think so. Not tonight.”

Lee squeezed her hand. “Why not?” It was unusual for her. She loved singing.

“Just not in the mood tonight.” She smiled, trying to relieve the tension. She didn’t want to sing with Ellen Tigh in the room, it might be what the witch needed to place her. She changed the subject. “So, are the arrangements for the fleet all worked out now that we have two battlestars?”

The Admiral and Commander exchanged glances. Adama spoke. “There is certainly strength in numbers.”

President Roslin joined the group. Adama asked her if she’d met his future daughter-in-law and she assured him she had.

“President Roslin, it must help you sleep a bit easier at night knowing you have two battlestars to defend the fleet now?” Mali’s questions were genuine.

“Yes.” The president smiled. “But it also means I now have twice the officers to contend with.” She chuckled to convey the teasing.

There was awkward laughter from all, but Mali and Lee both saw the glances exchanged by the two highest officers. Admiral Cain added a clarification. “Of course you know, Madame President, I am in command of the fleet now.”

The humorous moment was gone and suddenly the group was very serious. No one in the group was naive enough to think Adama would command over an Admiral, but yet no one had yet considered that he would be relegated to follower. It stunned them all just enough to hear it finally said out loud. “Of course, Commander Adama has done an excellent job guiding you thus far and I know I will depend on his wisdom and experience in commanding the fleet from now on.”

Everyone offered assurances of understanding. All President Roslin could say was, “Of course.”

Lee didn’t like the tension that had crept into the group as they exchanged small talk. He’d had enough of being in the middle and now that he had Mali back, he saw no reason to get involved. As far as he was concerned, he would do the jobs they told him and return home to the woman he loved, nothing more. He scanned the room looking for an out and finally saw her in the corner, chatting with Helo. He grabbed Mali’s hand, which he had released when the officers arrived, and excused them. “I see some more people I’d like to introduce Mali to. If you’ll excuse us.”

Mali chuckled at him when they had walked away. “Had enough brass for one evening?”

Without looking at her, he replied. “I’ve had enough brass for my whole life. I want you to meet Starbuck. She’s over there with Helo.”

Mali was glad Lee hadn’t seen the flash of fear in her eyes. She couldn’t explain it herself, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be the fast friend with Kara Thrace that Lee felt they would be. She couldn’t pinpoint the reason or what he might have said; she merely knew she felt threatened by the existence of the blond warrior.

Lee stopped in front of the pair and smiled. Helo still wasn’t used to seeing the normally reserved Captain so happy. Kara merely played indifferent to Lee’s obvious enthusiasm. “Hey you two, why are you hiding out in the corner? Don’t like the party?”

Helo, who was still having difficulties with a lot of the crew due to his ties to Sharon, groaned. “I begged for patrol. Hotdog wouldn’t switch.”

Kara grinned wickedly. “I even offered him cubits.”

“Ah, come on you two, relax and enjoy. This is meant as a celebration. I’d think you both would be happy to have all the added and already trained, I might add…” He looked pointedly at Kara. “Pilots. It takes some of the stress off us.”

Kara decided to take the bull by the horns, as it were, to borrow one of Lee’s awful clichés. “I guess it frees up more time for you to spend with the woman of your dreams.” She didn’t wait for Lee to respond but stuck out her hand to Mali. “You must be the goddess that walks on water, Doctor Amalia Davis.”

No one missed the sardonic tinge to Kara’s words. Mali refused to let Kara Thrace win the opening salvo in what was undoubtedly to become a war. “I certainly don’t know who that woman is, but I’m Mali Davis, yes. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you over the years.” Mali hoped it would make Thrace nervous, wondering what Lee might have told her.

“All of it true.” Kara grinned and took a long drink from her glass.

Helo braved the quasi-cat fight to offer his hand. “Karl Agathon. Most people just call me Helo. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” She smiled at Helo’s expression. “You really don’t want to be here, do you?”

He chuckled. “I suppose it’s not so bad. There’s drink.” He raised he glass and then scanned the room. “And the food’s not horrible.” He looked at Kara. “The company seems to be improving.”

Kara punched him on the arm. “Thanks a lot. Jeesh, like you’re good company. You haven’t even asked me to dance.”

Helo turned to Kara and offered her his hand. “Would you care to dance?”

She screwed up her face. “Frak no!”

“Ouch!” Lee joked. “Kara Thrace strikes again.”

“Like I said, the company has improved.” Helo groaned and looked out on the dance floor.

Mali watched him and she could swear she saw a true desire to dance in the gaze. Although she hadn’t even danced publicly with Lee, she took the chance. “Um, Helo. I have a problem with my present company as well.”

Both Lee and Helo looked at her surprised. “You do?” It was Lee who asked.

“Yes. You see, Lee knows how much I love to dance and yet he has yet to ask me. Would you?”

Kara laughed. “Lee hasn’t asked you to dance, because he’s not good at it. He never has been. His dad’s dancing genes went to Zak.” Kara thought about Colonial Day. She and Lee had danced, but he was always a bit nervous on the dance floor. Dancing required a person to let go and that was something Lee couldn’t easily do.

“Hey! That’s not fair.” Lee defended himself and looked to Mali for support. “I can dance, can’t I?”

Mali smiled. “I guess so, but you haven’t asked me, so I asked Helo.” She looked back at Helo. “Well?”

Helo glanced at Lee, who read his inquiry. “You snooze, you lose. Be my guest.” Lee gave a small bow and gestured to the dance floor with his arm. Helo held out his arm and Mali accepted the escort.

When the dancing pair had left, Lee looked at Kara sternly. “If you’re angry with me, don’t take it out on Mali. She hasn’t done anything to you.”

“Fine.” She refused to look him in the eye.

“Kara, I just don’t get it. What have I done?” Lee was all but ready to give up.

Kara refused to look at him. “Nothing, Captain. Nothing at all. I hope you’re very happy with Ms. Perfect.” She paused. “Oh, sorry. Doctor Perfect.”

Lee practically growled. “You don’t even know her.”

Kara practically spit back at him. “And why is that, Lee?”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t mention her even once. Now she shows up and you’re all idiot over her. Get real, Lee. You have to slow down.”

“Slow down? Kara, if the attacks hadn’t happened, we’d be married already. Why should I slow down?”

“Because the world has changed Lee and people change.”

“Just who am I supposed to think has changed? Me? Mali? You?”

Kara looked away, watching Mali and Helo on the dance floor. “We all have. She might not be the woman you loved.”

It struck him finally. “You think she’s a Cylon?”

Kara didn’t deny it. “Why not? It’s all rather perfect, isn’t it?”

Lee shook his head. “She developed the Cylon detector for the Pegasus. How could she be a Cylon?”

“What better way to hide out, develop the test yourself.”

Lee was about to comment, when he stopped. He knew they were both having the same thought. What about Doctor Baltar? “Fine, she’ll take Baltar’s test. Will that make you happy?”

She gritted her teeth. “Sure. Fine. Whatever, Lee.” She walked off.

Pyramids*5

Bescotti and Martin came in from their own CAP and found the party in full swing. Never ones to leave Lee and Mali to their own company, they arranged to intercept the couple each time they tried to meet for a dance. Mali knew what they were doing and played along. She knew it bothered Lee, but the pilots had been her salvation this past few months and she felt she owed them.

Lee leaned against the bar and watched them with a bemused smile on his face. He hoped he’d be able to plot revenge against them. He made a note to bring it up when he met with Pegasus’s CAG, Major Tom Collins in the morning.

“Jeesh. Even after a holocaust, they still won’t let you two alone.”

Lee looked to Ben and smiled. “No chance.” The friends watched as the song ended. Mali made an attempt to move toward Lee, but was caught by Adama himself. Lee laughed. “Now my old man’s in on it? I don’t stand a chance.” He groaned.

“How’s that going?” Ben asked. Ben Custer and Lee had actually met in high school. They played on the same groundball team. It didn’t take long for their mutual goals to bond them as fast friends. They’d managed to compete against each other in most things. Sometimes Ben won, sometimes Lee. Lee was promoted before Ben, but everyone knew it wouldn’t be long for Ben’s promotion as well. Ben had been an unfortunate witness to the argument father and son had suffered after Zak’s funeral. He had been standing by Lee’s side throughout the whole service. He came to be one of the family and had grieved almost as much at Zak’s loss. Ben had worried about Lee in those weeks after Zak’s death. No one could get through to him. He was reckless and thoughtless, injuring any who came to close, whether by word or deed.

Herrick’s was the bar. He’d convinced Lee to come out with him. Lee had been drinking, but not socially. It had taken quite a bit of arm-twisting to get him to go to a bar that was offering a sing-a-long. Ben had always had a passion for music. Lee knew it and had always supported him. Ben had used it to his advantage that night. As they sat at the small table, listening to the amazing woman behind the piano, they were mesmerized. After an hour, she opened up the mike to interested takers for the last song, but with a hitch. A local family had lost their home in a freak fire and she wanted to raise money to help them. Anyone who wanted to sing needed to pay.

Lee pushed Ben to volunteer.

“I don’t have enough money.” Ben shot back. The woman had started taking bids. It was up to thirty credits. “I gotta get my mom a birthday gift.”

Lee persisted. Taking out his own wallet, he shouted out. “Forty!”

The woman looked at him and he froze. Suddenly, all the chaos of the nightclub disappeared and all he could see was her. He could swear she called out his name, but she later denied it.

Someone else in the room shouted, “Forty five.”

Lee actually felt himself panic over losing the bid. He only had fifty and they still needed to pay for their drinks. He shouted “FIFTY!” at the top of his lungs anyway.

The competitor was about to raise the bid, when the beautiful muse called out, “Sold!” She pointed to Lee, who blushed. She walked out into the crowd and stood before them.

Ben laughed. “You’re gonna go sing?”

Lee came to his senses. “What? Me? No!” He pointed to Ben. “He’s singing. He’s got the voice. I can’t carry a tune.”

Mali had smiled at him, caught up in his blue eyes, which had enthralled her from across the room. “Too bad.” She looked to Ben and offered him her hand. “Let’s hear what you got.” Ben hesitated, having seen the affect she had on Lee. Sensing his reluctance, she turned to the crowd. “Let’s give this fine officer some encouragement.” Soon the crowd was applauding and Ben followed her to the stage.

Ben wowed not only the crowd, but the singer as well. He’d been blessed with a smooth voice and had an amazingly good range for a non-professional. When he’d finished and the applause had passed, Mali smiled at him. “You’re fabulous. What are you doing in the military with a voice like that?”

He laughed. “It’s just a hobby. I prefer flying.”

She glanced over his shoulder, watching Lee’s approach. “What about your friend?”

Ben smiled, sensing a mutual attraction. “What about him?”

She returned his smile. “What’s his name?”

He stood and bowed to her. “You’ll have to ask him.” He bowed. “Thanks for the fun.” He turned and left as Lee reached the bench.

Lee had heard him and found his voice. “Did you want to ask me something?” He found himself praying she did.

She blushed and stalled by closing the keyboard. “Your name?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Lee. Yours?”

She smiled. “Mali.”

“You have an amazing gift. We heard this was the place to come.” Lee was thrilled to be continuing a conversation with her, but his hopes were soon dashed.

“And now it’s the place to leave.”

“What?”

She gestured around the room. “It’s closing time and I have to work early in the morning.”

Lee was not about to give up. “When will you play again?”

She smiled. “I don’t know. My schedule changes. I do this for fun now.”

“Well, can I at least escort you home?”

She dropped her head and bit at her lower lip. Lee thought it was about the cutest thing he had ever seen. “Well?”

She handed him a portfolio of music. “Only if you can carry the tunes.”

“Like I told, Mali. We have good days and bad. I’ve learned a lot.” Lee mused.

“What have you learned?” Ben queried.

Lee chuckled. “Nosy, aren’t you.”

Ben nodded. “Yep. I don’t always get my best friend back from the dead. I want to know what I missed.”

“Well, I learned that when the world is destroyed and you are lucky enough to have a family member survive, it means something.”

Ben nodded, as if he understood. “What else?”

“Kara passed him.”

Ben didn’t understand. “What?”

Lee took a deep breath. “Zak failed basic flight, but Kara passed him.” He added softly. “It wasn’t entirely my father’s fault.”

Ben took a long drink before he spoke. “Wow.”

Lee allowed a puff of air to escape his pursed lips. “Yeah.” They both watched Mali and Adama dance a moment. “How did she really do, Axe?”

Axe knew exactly what he wanted to know, but he wasn’t sure how much Mali had confided and he knew it wasn’t his place to tell her secrets. “She had some rough days.” He paused. “Ok, weeks, really.”

Lee turned to face Ben. “She said you were her strength.”

“I did what I could.”

Lee glanced around nervously.

“Who are you avoiding?” Ben asked quietly, sipping his drink.

“More problems.” He looked back to Ben. “She’s gonna need everything we can give her now.”

“Why’s that?” Ben asked, curiously.

“Tom Zarek survived.”

Ben paled. “Lords. He’s behind bars at least, isn’t he?”

Lee shook his head. “Worse, he’s on the quorum.”

“FRAK!” It was louder then Ben had wanted. “Damn right. It’s gonna take both of us to pull her off him if she sees him.”

“She’s bound to come across him. I’m surprised he isn’t here tonight.” Lee proceeded to tell Ben about his involvements with Tom Zarek. He finished uncertain. “I know I should tell her…”

Ben cut him off. “She’s gonna kill you too.” Both men knew Ben was serious. “I’ll help in any way I can, Lee.”

“I know.” He smiled at his friend. “I can’t believe you’re here. It’s amazing.” He chuckled. “And you’re already saving not only Mali’s, but my hide. I appreciate it. You know that, right?”

“I do. You’d do the same for me.”

“You know it.” Lee decided the conversation was getting too somber. “I’m safe though.” Ben saw the mischief in Lee’s eyes and waited for his explanation. “Yeah, like a woman would have you.”

Ben went along with the joke, but inside, it hurt. He knew Mali loved only Lee, but that didn’t prevent his own feelings for her. As much as he loved finding Lee alive, it destroyed the part of him that was hoping Mali might consider him, after she had grieved Lee’s loss.

As the song ended, Adama was escorting Mali to his son. When they reached Ben and Lee, the music swelled again. Ben sidestepped Lee and swept Mali onto the dance floor. As they disappeared, Lee called out, “HEY!”

Ben grinned over his shoulder and shouted back. “You snooze you loose, Captain.”

Lee shook his head. His father ordered a drink and took up the space recently vacated by Ben. He watched Lee, watch the dancing couple. “You happy?”

Lee looked at him. “Well, I haven’t been able to dance with her yet, but yeah.”

Adama nodded. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize you hadn’t danced with her.”

Lee shrugged. “They’re doing it on purpose.” A puzzled expression befell his face. “I’m not sure why I call them friends.”

Adama laughed. “It will be good to have the extra pilots. When are you meeting with Collins?”

Lee sobered. He didn’t really want to ruin the evening by talking business with his dad, but he had no choice. “Tomorrow.”

“Will you be staying here tonight?” Adama asked, curious.

Lee wasn’t sure what his father expected. “I was planning on it since Collins and I are meeting here.”

Adama nodded. “We don’t need to have dual CAP’s going out. I think it would be best to have one from each ship for the next several weeks until the Pegasus pilots have become acquainted with the flow of the fleet.”

Lee nodded.

Adama scanned the room one last time. “Well, since I don’t suspect I’ll get another round on the dance floor tonight…” He grinned at Lee. “I’ll head back.” He set his hand on Lee’s shoulder, expecting a flinch. There was none. “Enjoy yourself.”

Lee was surprised at the gesture. “Thanks.” He added as an afterthought, “dad.”

Kara watched father and son. She couldn’t deny that it was good to see them talking together. When the commander had left, Kara moved to Lee’s side.

He smiled at her. “I seem to be a popular guy tonight.”

She frowned. “You want me to leave?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She offered him a half smile. “I thought you might ask me to dance.”

“Oh you did? Hmmm??”

She was about to punch him, when he let lose with a broad grin. “Kara Thrace, will you dance with me?”

She groaned. “You are such a charity case.” She offered her hand and he led her onto the dance floor.

She had barely been swung into his arms, when the song ended. Mali appeared out of nowhere at their side. “My turn finally, my lord?”

As if Kara didn’t exist, Lee released her and turned to Mali. “I think so.” He moved her away and pulled her tightly into his arms.

Ben observed the scene and unlike Lee, witnessed Kara’s face. He bowed at the waist before her. “May I, Lieutenant? It’s been years since flight school dances. I do recall escorting you about the floor a time or two.”

She accepted his offer, adding, “Really? I don’t recall dancing with you.”

He nodded. “You were drunk.”

She smiled. “Ah ha!”

They danced in silence and a bit of tension for some time. She broke both moods. “Is she really the one for him?” Kara might not like the situation, but like it or not, she knew Ben would tell her the truth.

“Yeah. She is.” He watched her face carefully.

“Great for him.”

“Don’t you mean for them?” He asked.

She glared at him. “I don’t give a frak about her.”

“Ouch! What is it Starbuck? Were you making a play for the remaining Adama son?” He didn’t even finish the statement before he realized how closely he had hit the mark. “Oh gods, Kara. No.”

“Shut up, Axe.” She despised the fact that he had seen through her so clearly. She felt weak, almost helpless.

He pulled her to the side of the room, where no one would hear them. “Kara. I know it must hurt, but don’t frak with them.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “What would you know about it?” She suddenly felt her power returning. “Pine for the little lady, do ya, Axe? Good old Axe. Offering to comfort and support her through her loss?” She could read his face clearly. She too, had hit a nerve. “How pissed were you when Lee walked back on that deck?”

She felt every muscle in his arm tighten as he fought to refrain from hitting her. She sneered at him. “At least we understand each other.” She stepped back from him. “We could work together and both benefit.”

“No.”

“Why not, Ben. You know you want her. I can see it in your eyes.”

“He’s my friend. My best friend. Frak. She is too. I won’t do it, Kara.” He watched her closely. She raised her chin defiantly, as if she already had a plan. He lowered his voice and stepped very close to her. “I won’t let you either.”

She said nothing. She cocked her head to one side, raised her eyebrows and smiled. Then she turned and left.

The song ended and the band announced the end of the event. Admiral Cain bid everyone good night and reminded all to be on time the next day. As soon as Lee and Mali had cleared the bulk of the crowd, he wrapped his arm around her waist. She leaned in to his embrace and threw strolled silently to her quarters. She stopped at the door and turned to him. “I’m sorry we only got one dance.”

He took her hand and kissed several fingers. “We have the rest of our lives to dance.”

She took her hand back and wrapped it around his neck, pulling him close and capturing his warm lips. She ended the kiss as quickly. “Good night, Captain.”

He looked hurt. “Good night? You did know I was staying here, right?”

She actually hadn’t realized it. “In crew quarters?”

He gulped. “Crew quarters?”

She smiled. “Did you plan on staying here?”

“Well…” He grinned at her. “I did bring my own toothbrush this time.”

She studied his face, drinking in the grin and the eyes. “You did, huh?”

He nodded his head eagerly, like a child waiting for candy. “And my razor.”

Mali forced herself to get serious. “Lee.” Her words stopped as he ran his hand up her arm and it settled gently on her neck.

“Yes, my lady?” His fingers made small circles on her neck.

Her head instinctively curved to his ministrations. She fought to stay focused. “I hate to say this, but I’m really tired.”

Lee stopped. “That’s fine. I could use a good night’s sleep as well.”

She relaxed, as he really did seem to understand. She opened the door and stepped into the room. She lit only one light and stepped to her closet door. She kicked off her shoes and was about to attack the button on her back, when she felt his hands on the button.

“Um?” She asked.

He laughed softly. “Don’t worry. I know you’re tired. I just thought I’d help.” He swatted her hand tenderly away. “Relax!” he whispered.

He continued to undress her. Slowly sliding the zipper down her back. He was consumed by the slow exposure of skin. He could see the goosebumps that the light touch of his fingers raised. He told himself to behave. It’s not like they hadn’t made love in eons. When the zipper reached its end, he drew in a deep breath and moved his hands to the small straps at her shoulders. One hand on each side, he slowly slipped them over the curves and the dress slid away.

“Lee?” Her voice was small and tentative.

“I know. We both need sleep.” He whispered back. His mouth had no connection with his brain and his head dropped to her shoulder and he planted small kisses there. “Tired. Very tired.” His left hand swept her hair away and his kisses moved up to her neck.

“Lee?” Her voice was now more of a soft moan. She barely managed the word, “Tired.”

“I know. I know.” He mumbled. “I’m tired too.” He continued to nip at her neck and his hands began to roam over her torso. Again her body caved into him, overwhelmed at the attentions.

He realized he was being unfair and he began to slow his ministrations. He couldn’t stop all at once. He pulled his head up and said more clearly, “Sleep.”

Mali was lost by now and she was already missing his touch. She turned into his arms and began her own assault on his face.

He coughed softly. “Ah, Mali? Sleep?”

Her hands were now working at his uniform. Although her hands continued, she looked up to face him. “We will. This is… This is a nightcap.”

He captured her chin and planted kisses across her forehead and cheeks. “One nightcap?”

She nodded and smiled as she freed his chest. She ran her fingers through the soft, thin fur. “Two at most.” Her hands dropped lower, bringing instant pleasure to Lee. Her mouth followed the descent of her hands, although more slowly.

Lee moaned as he attempted to move to the bed. “We’ll stop at three for sure.”

Pyramids*6

The next morning, Mali left to work in her own life station. Major Cottle would be joining her there. He took pity on her hatred of shuttles, although reminded her that it was a necessity of the job. She had chided him. “Not if I can help it.” After breakfast with Ying, Yang and Axe, Lee sat in on Major Collin’s briefing. Kara was again covering the morning briefing on Galactica and she’d more than expressed her displeasure vocally. He rubbed at his chin, feeling the hit all over.

“Captain?” Lee hadn’t heard the pilots dismissed. Major Collins stood before him. When Lee met his gaze, he added. “Shall we move to my office?”

Lee smiled. “Certainly.”

Collins sat at his desk and Lee pulled a chair closer to the desk. It was in his nature to begin the discussion, however, he had to remind himself he was the junior officer present. He actually hoped to gain some valuable help from Collins, who’d been CAG on the Pegasus for some time.

“Admiral Cain and I met and mapped out the new CAP schedule.” He handed Lee a paper.

Lee didn’t attempt to hide his apprehension. “I thought we were discussing the CAP?”

Collins raised an eyebrow. “Admiral Cain is in control of the fleet. Are you doubting her plan?” It was obvious to Lee that Collins was well aware of his mutinous past and held the captain in little regard.

“Not at all. I’m simply not accustomed to my Commander making the CAP schedule.”

He knew in that moment that a friendly relationship with Collins would be impossible. He also knew he needed to assert himself now or he’d never again have the chance.

Collins met his eyes. “Nor am I, however, in this case, she wanted input.”

“Input?” Lee scanned the paper in front of him. He didn’t like what he saw. “So, this isn’t definite?”

“You need only tell me what pilots will be filling in the slots allotted to Galactica.” Collins stated matter of fact.

Lee ignored the comment. “You’ve more then doubled the ships on CAP at one time.”

“We have the pilots. I’m surprised you would question increasing the security of the fleet.” Collins pushed.

“We’ve managed just fine. I agree with adding more ships, but going from three to seven adds not only a man-hour toll, but a ship and fuel price as well. We have finite resources.”

“Admiral Cain prefers this system.”

Lee continued expressing his concerns. “You’ve assigned your pilots the greater portion of flights.”

He smiled insincerely. “Admiral Cain believes your pilots have earned a respite.”

“I assure you there is none needed.” Lee continued. “Commander Adama and I agree that at least in the beginning, the CAP’s should consist of pilots from both ships.”

“What on Caprica for? You don’t think our pilots are capable of patrolling the fleet? I thought we had some of your friends. I’m sure they’ll appreciate your confidence in them.”

Lee ignored the barb. “The fleet is the concern. There are still a lot of ships not used to flying in formation and they often need subtle reminders. Our pilots are most familiar with the flight patterns.”

“A flight pattern is a flight pattern, Captain.”

Lee just didn’t understand this. Mali had told him that morning that Collins was a nice guy. He didn’t understand the hostility he was feeling. “With all due respect, sir, as I just stated, the Galactica’s pilots have needed to make changes to the basic flight patterns.”

“Fine. Put them in writing and I will distribute the information to my pilots.”

Lee drew in a deep breath to calm his growing anger.

“I’ll need your latest pilot reviews by tomorrow as well.” Collins had moved on.

“Pardon me? May I ask why my pilot reviews are necessary for you? It’s not standard procedure to share the files with another ship.”

Collins’ eyes narrowed. “Do you have something to hide? Are they up-to-date or have you let them slide while you prance about playing soldier?”

Lee rose to his feet. “You had better explain that statement.”

Collins stood as well. “Sir?”

“Explain yourself, SIR!” He demanded.

Collins dropped his voice to a growl. “That tone may be accepted on the Galactica, but such blatant disrespect here only affords you time in the brig.”

“Major Collins, you might be of higher rank, but the fact of the matter is, I am Galactica’s CAG and like it or not, that makes us equals no matter what your opinion of me is.”

Collins laughed. “Equals? How dare you? I earned my bars. I didn’t get them because I was a daddy’s boy. I ALSO don’t commit mutiny and strut around as if it was my right. You have the audacity to flaunt regulations whenever you like. Where did you sleep last night, Captain? As far as I’m concerned you aren’t fit to wear a uniform, much less command men.” He leaned forward, trying to intimidate Lee. “How you have the further audacity to question me and my orders is beyond me. If it were up to you, I’d have executed you.”

“But it wasn’t up to you, Major.” Both men turned stunned to the voice in the doorway and stiffened to salute.

Admiral Cain walked into the room and turned to her CAG. “Major Collins, I am shocked that you would dare lecture Captain Adama on military behavior after what I just witnessed.”

Lee appreciated the Admiral’s support, but knew it wouldn’t help him any to be witness to, much less the cause of, a public dressing down. “Admiral Cain, I…”

He stopped short when she turned her attentions to him. “Captain, I suspect you’re about to downplay the situation I just witnessed. That won’t be necessary.” She turned back to Collins, who was obviously distressed. “Major Collins, Captain Adama was promoted to Captain well before he came to Galactica. Although he was thrust into the job as CAG before he was perhaps ready, all records indicate he has done a commendable job. Not only that, but he has earned it all. He has led his squads by example, successfully completed several dangerous and vital missions and met any challenge presented him.”

Lee was blushing and embarrassed at the Admiral’s comments. He stared at his shoes.

The Admiral stopped to let her words sink in. “Whatever you might have heard about his actions on Galactica is obviously second hand and you have no right to second guess the decisions made there.”

Collins was properly shamed. He couldn’t meet her eyes and mumbled his apologies.

She didn’t accept them. “Major Collins, give me your eyes.” He slowly met his superior’s watch. “Captain Adama expressed highly legitimate concerns. I don’t recall telling you that those were my orders. I offered them as suggestions. I don’t appreciate being misrepresented. I expect better of my officers.”

She turned to Lee, without a hint of continued anger. “Captain, I need the files. I want to make sure each ship has the best compliment of pilots and deck crew. To that end, I may be making some personnel changes.”

“I see, Admiral.” He felt more at ease. “I can have them for you this afternoon.” He glanced at Collins quickly. “They are current as of last week.”

Admiral Cain smiled. “Tomorrow will suffice, Captain. Thank you.” She stepped away from the men toward the door. “I trust the two of you can work out the CAP schedule to everyone’s satisfaction.”

Both men answered at the same time. “Sir, yes, sir.”

“Captain, see me before you leave the ship today.” Cain gave the order with a pleasant smile.

She left them to iron out their differences. Lee had no idea what to expect. He was stunned when Collins spoke first. “Captain Adama, I was grossly out of line and I hope you will accept my apology.”

Lee felt like Kara Thrace for a moment. He longed to slug the man and tell him to frak off. He smiled, a few weeks ago he’d have done it. However, Lee Adama, Colonial Officer, was back in control. He rolled his shoulders and looked Major Collins in the eye. “I’m the last person to hold bad decisions against someone.” He held out his hand to Collins, not sure if the man would accept it.

Collins shook his head slowly and reached for Lee’s outstretched hand. “I don’t know what got into me, Captain. Sometimes…” He stopped.

Lee added quietly, “Nothing makes sense.”

Collins nodded. “Thank you.”

“It happens.” He returned to his chair and picked the paper back up. “So, the CAP?”

Collins sat in his own chair. “Let’s begin again. Captain, what do you see for the CAP schedule?”

Lee smiled and the two men settled into the job.

BSG BSG BSG

Mali was dealing with her own unexpected situation. Instead of Major Cottle, Gaius Baltar stepped into her life station. “Dr. Davis?”

Mali turned abruptly from her desk at the unexpected and unpleasant voice. “Dr. Baltar?” She winced at the smarmy smile he extended.

“In the flesh.” He bowed. “Before you ask, I know you were expecting Dr. Cottle. He was summoned to the Geminon Traveler on a medical emergency. I offered to fill in for him here.”

“I see.” She smiled nervously. “I wasn’t aware that you were working with the medical aspects of the fleet.”

“I don’t. I mean I’m not technically a medical doctor. I thought we could discuss Cylons.” His eyes grew serious.

“Cylons?” She stammered.

“Yes, Admiral Cain said you had developed a testing procedure that didn’t use radiation. I was curious. I thought we could take this opportunity to compare notes.” His previous smile had returned.

Mali nodded. “I see. Um… Really, I think this must be a waste of your valuable time, Mr. Vice-President. I am no Cylon expert. I was simply working with the information I had at the time.”

“Which was?” He moved closer and sat down on a stool near her. “I’m curious how you came to find out the Cylons looked like us.”

Mali took a deep breath and inched slowly and imperceptibly away from the doctor. “We discovered Gina trying to disable the ship…”

After Mali had outlined the steps she’d taken, she prayed to the lords that Baltar would be unimpressed and leave. It seemed the lords were listening to other prayers at that moment.

Baltar nodded his head and muttered, “Fascinating. Fascinating.” He looked her in the eye. She was unnerved, but he didn’t seem to notice. He kept on going. “You had only one test subject. How do you know it wasn’t some fluke?”

She stood up to give herself time to respond. She wanted each word to be accurate. She didn’t want any confusion to prolong this visit. “I didn’t. I could only repeat the test several times. Gina assured me it was accurate, but of course, there was no guaranteeing her opinion. It was the best we had, so we proceeded with it.”

“And you say this Gina has offered to help all along?” Gaius was intrigued. He found himself wondering about this mystery Cylon. Certainly “Six” had given him useful information but she was in his mind. Pegasus reported using a living, breathing Cylon for support.

“Yes. She’d been living as a human for so long, she couldn’t bring herself to carry out the instructions she received from her Cylon consciousness.”

“Perhaps. Our Boomer model reported only limited ability to control the Cylon impulse. I’d be curious to know how your “Gina” manages to accomplish such control.”

“We blocked the signal.” Mali said it so matter of fact that it stunned Baltar.

“You blocked the signal? Whatever are you talking about?” Gaius again moved close to her. As much as he feared the appearance of another cylon expert in the fleet, he couldn’t help but feel an adrenaline rush by the information he was hearing.

As if sensing his sudden increase in power, Six appeared at his side, running her hand up the length of his thigh. “She’s got nothing. It’s not worth listening to her. It’s all guesses.” Unbelievable as it was, he seemed to be ignoring her. She heightened her measures of distraction by cupping him. “She belongs to the good captain. You can’t really believe you’re going to get anywhere with her, do you? This is so pathetic. Why must you disappoint me so?”

Baltar was ignoring the voice like never before. The physical sensations were the hardest, but he was too captivated by what he was hearing. He reached out and grabbed Mali’s wrist, forcing her to turn to him. “Tell me!” There was desperate urgency in his voice.

Mali was stunned by his action. She pulled her wrist from his grasp. “Doctor?”

Realizing that he had overstepped his bounds, Baltar backed up. “I’m sorry. So… Sorry. I’m just… “ He regained his composure and took several deep breaths before continuing. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I’ve just carried the burden of being a cylon expert for so long alone. I got carried away. It’s so wonderful to have someone else to depend on now.”

Mali shook her head. “No. I’m not an expert. As I said, everything I’ve learned is tainted by the Cylons themselves. We have always recognized that Gina could be feeding us false information.”

“I know. But there is also the chance that she isn’t. Please, tell me more about blocking the signals.” He tried a charming smile to put her at ease.

Mali knew then and there that she wasn’t going to have any further connection with cylon detection. The man in the room with her caused fear like no other. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but he seemed far more dangerous to her than the cylons. “We knew that there had to be some kind of connection. At some most fundamental level some kind of signal had to be broadcast at some time. We also know from her that that can’t always ‘track’ the others. We simply monitored Gina as she attempted to connect with the others. When she did, we studied every possible frequency. It was relatively simple to find the one she’d connected at. We repeated the process, blocking that frequency. She wasn’t able to find another.”

Baltar was shaking his head. “It was too easy. How do you know they weren’t fooling you?”

Mali stammered her response. “I told you. We didn’t. Look. I never pretended to be an expert. I did the best I could.” Mali had never prayed so hard for an interruption. She found herself hoping someone would get injured to save her from this.

“See, Gaius. She’s nothing. She’s falling apart. You don’t need her.” Six purred into his ear, finally gaining his attention.

“Yes, you’re right.” Both Six and Mali assumed he was talking to her. “I need to meet this Gina. Let’s go now.”

Mali was distressed at how easily Baltar seemed to slip from normal to borderline insane. Lee had warned her about him. She calmed her nerves by pretending the whole conversation hadn’t been abnormal. “Sure. Come with me.”

She told one of the medics where they were going and silently guided Baltar through the corridors to Gina’s cell. She stopped just outside of a door at the end of the hallway. “Doctor, Gina is a Cylon. We know that. The fact is she’s helped us a lot. We…” She drew in a deep breath. “We care about her.”

Baltar smiled. “Of course. You know. That’s one of their many powers over us. They make us feel for them. They are able to make us look beyond the fact that they are machines who are attempting to wipe humanity out of existence.”

Mali chewed her lower lip and dropped her head. “I know you’re right. She’s in here. We designed the cell to block the signal.” She knocked on the door and entered. “Gina?”

The two entered the room and were met by a glass wall. Beyond it was a comfortably apportioned room. A dark haired woman sat at a writing desk. She turned to greet them as they entered. Upon seeing the man at Mali’s side, she rose. “I didn’t realize you’d brought a…” She stopped. “Doctor Baltar.”

Gaius, himself, was stunned. Before him stood the living, breathing version of Shelly Godfrey, also known in his mind as number six. “You know me?”

She smiled warmly. “Of course.” Glancing to Mali and seeing the alarm on her face, she added, “doesn’t everyone?”

He laughed. “I’m honored. You know, I must say. I am a bit stunned.”

Mali was silent. She sensed something between the two. It made her feel like she was intruding.

“Stunned? Why so, good doctor?” Gina asked knowingly.

“You look like someone I know, knew.” He said confidently. He was enjoying the game.

“Do I bring back good memories?” She plied.

“No, actually. Her name was Shelly Godfrey and she tried to frame me as a Cylon spy. Do you know her?”

Gina grinned. “I do. I know her well. She is me or I am her. However you want to see it.”

“Please explain.” Gaius continued, as if conducting an elaborate seduction.

Mali stepped back, uncomfortable at overhearing the conversation. Part of her wanted to leave but the other told her she needed to stay and witness this event. The feeling of unease grew within her.

Gina continued. “I am the original sixth model, the first edition, so to speak. Shelly was designed after me.”

“Brilliant. So, are you the exact same, or were changes made in the model?”

Gina laughed. “You tell me. Doctor, no woman wants to be compared to another.”

“You’re not a woman.”

“I most certainly am. You know that.” Gina imitated the purr she knew the doctor was familiar with.

Silence fell across the room. Mali summoned the courage to interrupt the dance. “Gina, Baltar is a cylon expert. I suspect he’d like to talk to you at length.”

Gina nodded. “I know. I’ve been waiting for him.”

Mali raised an eyebrow. “You never mentioned it.”

Gina turned to Mali. “I didn’t? I’m sorry. The Cylons knew the doctor was with the fleet.”

Baltar turned to Mali. “I don’t want to keep you from your work any further, Doctor Davis. Why don’t you forward your notes to the Galactica? I’d like to get to know Gina a bit better.”

“But Doctor…” Mali didn’t like the idea of leaving the two alone.

“Please, go. Save lives.” He grinned. “That’s what you do, right?”

Mali smiled. “Certainly. Thank you. Please let me know if you need further assistance.”

Baltar answered without looking at Mali. He never took his eyes off Gina. “Yes, fine.”

Mali excused herself. Instead of going directly to life station, she stepped into a room next door to the cell. She flicked on a light and watched Baltar and Gina through the two-way window. She stepped over to the surveillance system and activated it. She made a mental note to return and shut it off. She didn’t want to risk offending anyone in the president’s office by filming the second in command.

BSG BSG BSG

Doctor Cottle met Mali after lunch. They outlined possible organizational structures and the larger problems facing the fleet. They both knew they needed to establish one centralized medical command center. It made sense to leave it on Galactica, as he had the greater staff. Both knew Admiral Cain would most likely want the Pegasus in command.

“Enough business, let’s get on to the really important stuff.” Cottle took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket. He started to light it, when he heard a cough. He looked up.

“I don’t think so.” Mali spoke sternly, but smiled sweetly.

“I outrank you. I’ll smoke if I damn well please.” Cottle frowned.

“I understand that I can’t control what you do on your ship, but this is mine. You will not smoke here.”

He watched her face for resolve. “Other then your great ass, what exactly does Captain Adama see in you?”

Mali flushed red, but refused to let him win. “It is a truly great ass and the tits aren’t bad either. Now, put it away.”

He groaned in contempt. “I know he hasn’t done anything. Are you using protection?”

Mali gasped. “I beg your pardon. That’s none of your business, Doctor.”

He laughed. “The hell it isn’t. You two must be frakin’ like teenagers. Unless you intend to be repopulating the human race right away, I hope your using something.”

Mali was suddenly very serious. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what? Have kids?” Cottle grew serious. He hadn’t intended to hurt her.

Mali shook off the cold hand that settled on her heart. “No, I can’t use chemical birth control. I’m allergic. It does horrible things to me. You wouldn’t like me.”

“Who says I like you now? So, I shouldn’t plan a vacation in nine months?” He rolled the cigarette in his fingers.

She thought for a moment and shrugged. “You know. I hadn’t even thought about it until now. I guess we haven’t been very careful.” She thought again, running numbers in her mind. “I think we’re ok right now.”

He saw something in her expression that worried him. “Is there something I should know about your health history, Doctor?”

She met his eyes. “No, not right now.”

He nodded. “You’re damn lucky, you know that, don’t you?”

She smiled. “I’d say blessed.”

He placed the cigarette in his mouth and pretended to inhale. “If I were paying attention to the doctor instincts inside of me, I’d push you on this. It sure seems like you’re hiding something.”

She looked at her hands as she responded. “Good thing you can ignore it so easily.”

He smirked at her. “It’s gonna cost you.”

“Cost me? To not tell you something you don’t need to know?”

“I’m your doctor now. I need to know everything.” He put the cigarette back in his pocket. “I do you know.”

“Do what?”

“Know everything.”

She laughed. “Not everything.”

“Give me time. I will.” He leaned back and propped a leg on the table in front of him. “I can slow down the process for a price.”

“Back to the cost, huh? All right, I’ll bite. What’s it gonna cost me?”

“Shuttles.”

BSG BSG BSG

Lee was concerned when he was summoned to life station. Doctor Cottle met him at the door and ushered him abruptly to an exam table. He pushed Lee into a sitting position and grabbed his arm. After a quick swab, he jabbed Lee with a syringe. “Hey! I’m caught up on shots. What’s this about?”

Cottle snickered at him. “Caught up on all yer shots, huh?”

Lee looked at him confused. “Yeah. What’s this about?”

“It’s about my enjoying having another doctor around. I’m in no hurry to have her out on maternity leave.” He sat down on the stool in front of Lee.

Lee blushed bright red. “I… I… oh Frak. I didn’t even think.”

Cottle laughed. “Well, not with the head on your shoulders anyway.” Cottle laughed again. He hadn’t thought it was possible for Lee to blush more, but he did. “She didn’t think about it either.”

“Could she be?” Although the idea of having children with Mali thrilled him, he knew this was absolutely not the time for it.

“She doesn’t think so.”

Lee took a couple deep breaths and let the last one out slowly. “Thanks.”

“It’ll cost you.”

Lee looked at him suspiciously. “Cost me?”

Cottle outlined his plan. Lee listened quietly, letting him finish.

“What you’re asking has been tried before. I don’t think I can do it alone.”

Cottle shook him off. “You can do it. You’ve never tried at the end of the world before.”

Lee nodded in agreement. “Can I leave now?”

“Yeah, but don’t forget.”

“I won’t.” He started to leave, but turned back. “The shot. Ah, how long?”

Cottle laughed. “Frak all you want for the next month, then get back here.”

Lee quickly turned to leave, but not before Cottle saw the blush return. He sighed to himself. It was just too easy.

Pyramids*7

Lee and Mali struggled to find time together in the next few days. They were each busy with their respective duties. Lee hadn’t been able to sleep and took the opportunity to fit in a workout. He changed into shorts and strode through the quiet halls of Galactica. As expected, the gym was empty. He went to the first machine and loaded the proper weight. He’d completed his third station, when he heard someone enter the room. He glanced over his shoulder and was surprised to see his father.

Adama spoke first. “Don’t the rules say you aren’t to work out without a spotter? Do you see fit to break every rule these days?”

Lee’s heart sunk at the implied reprimand. “No, sir. I… I… I couldn’t sleep. There wasn’t anyone…”

Adama shook his head and smiled. “Relax, Lee. I was kidding.” He moved to the first machine Lee had used and eyed the weights still there.

Lee watched him and jumped up quickly when he realized he hadn’t cleared the machine. “I’m sorry. I was going to clear them when I finished.”

Adama waved him off and lowered the weight. “Don’t worry.” He sighed. “I’m not sure there was ever a time I could have handled that.” He pointed to the original weight. “Don’t think Cottle’d be too happy if I tried it.”

Lee suddenly saw his father before him. It wasn’t the image of his father that he carried in his heart. It was the real thing. He saw an aging man, who just a few short months ago, had nearly died. It hurt to see his dad this way. Despite their problems, he longed for the strong, powerful image of his father. “You shouldn’t overdo it.”

Adama laughed, enjoying that his once angry son was concerned. “Cottle pay you to say that? Don’t worry. I know my limits.”

Lee wondered if his father had just sent him a message. He wondered if he’d done something to anger his father yet again. His father interrupted his thoughts. “Sir?”

Adama shook his head. “I said, couldn’t sleep?”

Lee finished his reps and moved to a new machine. “No. I guess not.”

“Miss her already?”

Lee stopped his upward motion and held the weight. “No, sir. I mean yes, I do, but, no that’s not why I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m surprised you’re on Galactica.” Adama began his own repetitions.

Lee stopped again. Why couldn’t he just have a simple conversation with his father, without assuming there was a hidden message? “I don’t understand? I’m stationed on Galactica. This is where I belong, isn’t it?”

Adama sensed the agitation in Lee’s question. His son always managed to assume that even a simple statement from his father was an attack. He knew they’d never truly heal their rift until this disappeared. “I only meant, if I had a beautiful woman on the next ship, I’d probably want to be with her as often as possible.”

Lee held his tongue. Why did everyone assume that simply because Mali had come back into his life, he was going to forget all his other obligations. It was insulting not only to him, but to Mali as well. He wondered if she was getting the same treatment. He must have been quiet too long. His father was talking to him again.

“When I was home on leave, I never wanted to leave you guys. It took days before I relaxed enough to let you leave my sight.”

“I don’t remember that.” Lee said thoughtfully.

“Of course not. It wasn’t exactly something I was going to let you see. I needed you all to be strong for me. We couldn’t talk about how hard it was to be apart.”

“Maybe we should have.” There was a bite to Lee’s statement.

Adama brought the weight down and held it. “Maybe we should have. Hindsight is so much easier.” He paused a moment. He knew he had to ask. “Will you ask to be reassigned?”

Lee almost dropped the bar on his chest. “What?”

Adama smiled. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

Lee shook his head. “Mali and I aren’t school children who need to be together all the time. Yes, it was nice to have some extra time when she came back, but…” He drew in a deep breath. “We’re both professionals.” He shook his head again. “Half the time, her schedule keeps her busier than me. Why…” Lee didn’t finish his question. He looked up and met his father’s gaze. Nothing more needed to be said.

Lee quietly moved onto the next machine. His father skipped several and took position next to Lee. They worked out in silence for some time. Lee was about to move on to another machine when something inside him warned him to check his father. He stepped around his machine in time to see his father’s arm falter and the weight begin to fall onto him. In an instant he was behind the machine and grabbed the falling weight. He settled it back onto the support bar and moved around to check on his father, who was struggling to control his breathing.

Adama looked at Lee and nodded slowly. “Thanks. It slipped.”

Lee didn’t believe him. “Are you sure you aren’t over doing it?”

Adama dropped his head like a hurt puppy. He raised it again to answer. “I’m fine. Just not as young as I used to be.”

Lee waited a moment longer before returning to the machines. He noticed that his father hadn’t resumed his workout. Inside he groaned. It looked like his dad wanted to talk to him. He was right.

“So, you don’t usually work out in the middle of the night. I’m usually here alone. What’s up?” Adama practiced the question several times in his head before asking it. He didn’t want Lee to jump into a defensive mode.

“I told you. I couldn’t sleep.” He pushed himself even harder. He actually thought about confiding in his father but he just wasn’t there yet. Maybe when his dad knew Mali better, he’d understand. Besides, there were just so many problems. Where would he begin?

“I know you’re not used to talking to me about your problems.” He paused a moment. “I’m not sure you’ve ever let anyone help you other then your mother, but…” He went no further. He saw the look of pain flash through Lee’s eyes. He hurried to correct himself. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I… I just want to help if I can. You never know. I have been in a relationship or two in my day.” He smiled, hoping to set his son at ease.

Lee’s chin dropped to his chest. It wasn’t just one relationship problem, it was far more complex than that. Where would he even begin? “What makes you think it’s a relationship problem?”

Adama laughed. “Why else do men work out in the middle of the night?”

Lee actually let out a small laugh. “That why you’re here?”

It was Adama’s turn to laugh. “I do have more then my fair share of relationship troubles, don’t I?” Adama was relieved to see Lee smile. He even saw a small twinkle in his blue eyes, his mother’s eyes. Sometimes his heart ached when he looked at Lee.

Lee took in a deep breath as he wrapped a towel around his neck. He was prepared to give his father a shot. “Cottle thinks that if I teach Mali to fly a shuttle, she’ll be more willing to travel with them.” His voice grew very serious. “He needs her to be able to fly to the fleet.”

Adama nodded. “No easy task.”

Lee laughed. “It’s not like we all haven’t tried before.” He smiled at some private memory. “She’s entitled to a few flaws.” He raised an eyebrow at his father.

“It never hurt to try again. Between the two of us and the current necessity, I bet we can do it.” Adama leaned back and began a new repetition.

“Us?” Lee asked incredulously.

“Sure. We can gang up on her. We can start tomorrow. You have first CAP. I can clear some time in the afternoon.” Adama was planning strategy in his mind already.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Lee hesitated.

“Why not? I think it will be a great opportunity to get to know my future daughter-in-law and she to know me.” Adama sensed something more to Lee’s hesitation. “Unless you think you can do it by yourself? Or maybe you’d prefer Axe help you?”

“No. That’ll be fine.” Belatedly he added, “Thanks.”

“Somehow I don’t think this was enough to get you to sleep. Maybe there’s more to it?”

Lee was torn. For the first time since he was a child, he felt like his father might be able to help, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit the truth. “No. I’m sure we can pull it off.” He offered his father a smile, but it was phony.

Adama sat up. “I’m proud of you.”

That caught Lee’s attention. He turned to his father with a curious expression. “Why’s that?”

Adama laughed. He knew Lee had taken the bait. “Well, I’m always proud of you.”

Lee cut him off. “Always?”

Adama pursed his lips. “Well, most of the time.” He watched Lee’s smile return and then went on. “Anyway, in this case, it’s because it can’t be easy.”

“I told you it wouldn’t be easy. We haven’t gotten her flying yet.”

“No, not about that. If it were me, I’m not so sure I’d want the woman I love, the woman who just returned to me after a holocaust, to be out there flying around.”

Lee’s heart climbed into his throat. He couldn’t speak. He grabbed a bottle of water and drank to give himself time to recover.

Adama saw his son’s reaction. He knew he’d hit a mark. “Yep, scary. If she stays on a battlestar, she’s a lot safer. I know a little something about that.”

Lee fumbled for words. “There are no guarantees.”

Lee didn’t notice his father move and suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. “It’s the hardest part of love.”

Lee was fighting hard to control the trembling that threatened to overtake him. “What’s that?” He managed to spit the words out.

“Letting the ones you love, live their lives. It’s always been the hardest part for me. You want nothing more then to keep them safe.” He tightened his grasp on his son’s shoulder, hoping to convey his love.

“I can’t always protect her. I know that.” Lee whispered.

“That’s your head talking. The heart never accepts that. Believe me. I know. You thought I was just overbearing.” He smiled. His son stared at him in disbelief. “I always figured if you did what I told you to do, I could keep you safe, even from a distance.” Adama drew in a ragged breath. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“What’s that?”

“Each time you launch, my heart feels like it’s in a vice grip.” He saw how overwhelmed his son was in his eyes. The vivid blue eyes flared darker than normal and shimmered with unspent emotion. “The hardest part of you going with the President wasn’t the fact that you left with her, but that I didn’t know where you were. That was the closest thing to hell I’ve ever experienced.”

Lee said nothing. He couldn’t. He didn’t have to. His father squeezed his shoulder again. “Try and get some sleep. Mali’s not going to concentrate on flying, if you look like hell.”

Lee chuckled and nodded. He stood and walked to the door. He stopped in the frame, but didn’t turn back. “Thanks, dad.”

Adama beamed with joy. “My pleasure.”

BSG…BSG…BSG

Mali was pleasantly surprised by the arrival of not only Lee but his father as well the next afternoon, right before lunch. “Wow. To what do I owe the honor?” She gave Lee a quick kiss but then had to rub the lipstick impression from his cheek. He blushed and waved her hand away to swipe at his cheek himself.

Adama held out his arm. “We came to escort you to lunch.”

She was about to accept his arm when Lee cut in between them. “Yes, I’m hungry. Shall we?” He took Mali’s arm and spun her around his father.

After spending an enjoyable lunch catching up, Mali started to go down the corridor toward life station. Lee stopped her. “We have other plans.”

“We do, do we?” She asked.

“Yep.” was all Adama said. They walked on either side of her down to the flight deck.

As they rounded the corner and walked toward a small shuttle, Mali began to drag her feet. “What are we doing here?”

Lee stopped and pulled Mali with him. Adama continued on to the shuttle. “We thought it was time for you to learn to fly.”

Mali’s eyes grew wide with panic and fear. “No.”

Lee tightened his grip on her arm and pulled her forward while he spoke. “Mali, you have to. The fleet needs you to be able to travel to the ships.”

She stopped, pulling away from him. “They’ll just have to come to me.”

“No, Mali. It doesn’t work that way. We decided that if you knew how to fly the shuttle, you might feel more comfortable traveling in it.” Lee stated confidently.

“Who is ‘we’?” She asked stubbornly.

Lee cleared his throat but decided if he was going down, so was Cottle. “All of us. Dad, me, and Doc Cottle.”

“He got to you too, huh?”

Lee smiled. “He’s rather convincing. Please, Mali. Give it a try. I mean, look, my dad even wants to help. Who better to learn from then us?”

A few minutes into the lesson and already the tension was starting to grow. “I can’t do this!” Mali growled, when Lee had attempted to show her the gauges for the third time.

“Yes, you can. I mean not all at once, but you can study these things later.” Lee tried to reassure her.

Adama also tried his hand at calming the anxious doctor. He had no better luck then Lee.

At the end of an hour, Mali was more convinced it was a mistake and the Adama men, refusing to give in, were pushing her even harder. The volume of their conversation kept rising and crewmembers working nearby were exchanging nervous glances.

Mali threw her hands in the air. “NO MORE!”

Adama allowed his temper to get the better of him. “This is ridiculous. You’re behaving like a spoiled child. The fact of the matter is this, you need to fly.”

If Adama had thought this addition to his family would be calm and meek, he was wrong. Mali stood and faced him down. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that. I am not some member of the military you can order around. The fact of the matter is, I don’t have to do a damn thing for this fleet if I don’t want to!” She spun on her heel and walked to the entry. She paused on the step. “Nice try though!”

“Ugh!” Lee sank into the pilot’s seat. “I’m dead meat.”

Adama said nothing.

“Dad?”

Adama was quiet, but a slow grin spread across his face. “You did say she was entitled to a few flaws.” He waited a moment. “Just what is your definition of a ‘few?”

Both men broke into laughter.

BSG BSG BSG

Kara Thrace stormed through the corridors of the Galactica. She cursed and muttered the entire distance, ignoring the glares and back stepping from those she passed. She shook her hand the entire time. She thundered into life station screaming for Doctor Cottle.

Mali recognized the voice immediately and drew in a deep breath before stepping around the corner. She found herself wondering why she had agreed to be on Galactica today. “He’s out on rounds in the fleet. Can I help you, Kara?” She tried using the volatile pilot’s first name to calm her. She chewed her lower lip as she waited for Kara’s response. Part of her actually hoped Kara would turn and leave. She released her lip as Kara did indeed turn to go.

Kara Thrace was mad enough at the imbecile crewmember that had ignored her hand resting on the edge of her viper. She was certain she’d broken a few fingers. It was annoying enough to have to take the time to track down the doc, but to find him gone and public enemy number two greeting her, further increased her aggravation. Then again, her fingers hurt and the bitch was a doctor. She smiled, her back to Mali. It might be a chance to lay the foundation of her war. She turned back. “You any good?”

Mali smiled. “Well, I’m sure you’d prefer Doctor Cottle, but I bet I can help. What seems to the be the problem?” She gestured toward a diagnostic area.

Kara moved ahead of Mali and sat on the edge of the bed. “Stupid rook smashed my hand. I think I busted a few fingers.” She displayed her rapidly swelling fingers.

“I see. Looks like he got you good.” She gently probed the movement of the fingers. “Is he alive?” She added teasingly.

Kara forced herself to withhold a smile. She had to admit. Lee knew how to pick them. “For the moment.” She added. “It seems pretty pathetic that you can’t do rounds, but that’s right… You’re afraid to fly. I hear your flying lesson was wonderful.”

Mali ignored the barb, despite the hurt her failure at flying now caused in this woman’s presence. “I agree with your diagnosis. These two are broken. I’d like a get an x-ray to…”

Kara cut her off. “Verify they’re broken? Seems like a waste of time. Just wrap them up, give me a shot for the pain and let’s be done with this.”

Mali chewed her lip a moment, preparing her response. “I want to be sure the breaks are clean before I set them. If they aren’t, it will cause further trouble, maybe even surgery. Did you want a month off from flying?”

Kara pulled her fingers back. “Jeesh. Surgery on a couple frakin’ fingers?”

Mali waved to a nurse. “Adams, will you please see that we get a hand series on Lieutenant Thrace? And rush me the films, please. We don’t want to delay her any longer then necessary.” Mali didn’t even acknowledge Kara as she walked off and sought refuge in Cottle’s office.

A short time later, Adams delivered Mali the films. She checked them on the light near the bed where Kara waited. She said nothing.

“So?” Kara asked somewhat nervously.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry. The breaks are clean. We’ll just fuse them and you’ll be good as new in a few days.” Mali knew in her heart, she and Kara Thrace would never be friends, but for Lee’s sake, she tried. “You’ll have a few days downtime to win some credits off the pilots on Pegasus who don’t know any better.”

Kara said nothing.

Seeing her failure, Mali injected Kara with medicine to numb the fingers and quickly fled to retrieve the items she would need to secure the fingers after the setting.

Left alone for the moment, Kara berated herself. She fought hard to keep her distance, but something about this woman drew her in. She hated that. She knew in her heart that Mali Davis was the enemy. Mali’s presence denied her the very dream she’d sought, Lee Adama.

Mali returned. She worked quickly and efficiently. She said nothing. Both women felt the tension.

Kara Thrace was not the kind of woman to avoid a confrontation. This was no exception. She watched Mali chew her lower lip and wondered what she was thinking about. She broke the silence when Mali was about finished. “Lee would love us to be friends.”

Mali didn’t respond verbally, but nodded in agreement.

“You and I both know that isn’t possible, right?” Kara asked, boldly.

“I’m not against trying…” She looked Kara in the eye. “But I know it won’t work until you let him go.”

“Me?” Kara laughed. “What would I want with Lee? I had no idea you were delusional.” Inside she shook. She had no idea Mali actually knew why Kara despised her.

Mali’s voice was low enough so only Kara could hear. “If I hadn’t come along, you’d be making a play for him. You have been all along, haven’t you?”

Kara refused to let this foe win another salvo in this war. “I don’t need anyone. Does Lee know how insanely possessive you are? He wouldn’t like it and it doesn’t speak highly of you either. Do we have a shrink in the fleet?”

Mali went back to her work, but continued to speak. “Oh, right. You aren’t the least bit interested in Lee. Ah, ha! You need him. More then that, you want him. I know that.”

“Oh, please.” Kara laughed. “You’re psycho.”

Mali smiled at Kara, confidently. “Tell me, Kara. If Lee had come to your rack in the past few months, would you have sent him away? I don’t think so. It would have been your dreams come true. The only thing I haven’t figured out is whether you loved Lee first, knew you couldn’t have him and settled for Zak…” She saw Kara tense, but continued. “Or whether you just feel you’re entitled to Lee, because you killed Zak.”

Kara’s arm shot out, but Mali stepped back and avoided the swing. Both women glanced around life station to see if anyone had noticed. No one had.

Kara offered a mock laugh. “Where’d you learn to fight so dirty? I’d watch myself if I were you.”

“Is that a threat, Lieutenant?” Mali finished the last wrap and displayed her confidence by turning her back to her opponent. Her heart pounded in her chest. It was false bravado.

Kara jumped off the bed. “You’re awfully confident. It’ll be your downfall.”

“You’d like me to believe that you could come between Lee and I? I don’t think so. That’s why this whole situation is so sad.” She paused a moment. “The saddest part is this. If you hadn’t come to the Galactica after Zak died, it might be you in his heart, but it isn’t. I was the one there for him.”

“I promise you this, Doctor Davis. You and Lee will never be joined. I will have him. I can wait. I’ll be watching and the minute my opportunity presents itself, he will be mine.”

Mali ignored the threat. “Report back to me in three days. We’ll see about a return to flight status then.” On that note, she left.

Later that night, Lee and Mali managed to snare a quiet corner in the mess fall. It was late and the place was fairly empty. Lee had been telling Mali about his day. She smiled, enjoying the simplicity of the conversation.

“So, I hear you saved my best pilot today.” Lee took a drink of coffee.

“I did?” Mali asked, not understanding.

“Yeah, Starbuck’s fingers? Those are precious to me. She’s the best pilot we have. She needs those fingers to blow Cylons out of the sky.” He had no idea his words had struck such a chord in Mali.

“Precious?” She asked quietly.

“Well, don’t you think so? She’s saved my hide a time or two. We owe her that.” He continued.

“Lee…” She stopped. She felt so foolish.

He grabbed her hand when she stopped. He didn’t like the look in her eyes. “What?”

She shook her head and tried to smile. “No, it’s nothing.”

He squeezed her hand tightly. “Tell me!”

She poked at the food on her plate. “I was just wondering what you feel for Kara.”

Lee was incredulous. “What I feel for Kara? I don’t get it.”

“Lee, I know you’ll think this is silly, but… But I can’t help but wonder if you have feelings for her.” She couldn’t look at him.

Lee all but lost the sip of coffee he’d taken. “What? What kind of feelings? Romantic?” He laughed. “You’re kidding right?” He sobered instantly. He saw her face. She hadn’t been kidding. “Where on Caprica is this coming from, Mal?”

“I… Never mind. I was just being silly.” She tried to change the subject. “Are you going to finish your bread?”

He shook his head. She reached for his slice of bread. He grabbed her hand. “Don’t change the subject. Why would you ask?”

“I just…” The conversation was harder then Mali ever imagined. “I could see why you would be attracted to her. It would make sense. It’s obvious you care for her.” Her final sentence was quiet.

He nodded. “Yes, I do care for her Mali.” He reached out and cupped Mali’s face across the table. “But I love you. Kara… She’s like family, my sister. I don’t love her like I love you. You have to stop this. I love you.”

Mali wanted to believe him. She whispered. “I love you.”

“But you aren’t convinced I love you… Why not, my lady? What have I done?”

She shook her head. “Nothing… Nothing, my lord. I… I could just see why you might love her.”

“And why is that?”

She hesitated. She glanced nervously around the room. He squeezed her hand, urging her to go on. “She’s everything I’m not. She’s a pilot. She’s brave and tough… She’s like you.” She tried to laugh off the seriousness. “You seem a good fit with her.”

Lee laughed. “I don’t like this side of you, you know that, right?” She nodded and he went on. “I had plenty of time to fall in love with a pilot, Mali. I chose you.”

Pyramids*8

“Ah, Commander. Sorry to make you wait. There were some supply issues that had to be dealt with.” Admiral Cain swept into her office and took her seat behind the desk with a flourish.

Adama smiled knowingly. “I recall those. To be honest, I don’t miss them.”

Cain met his smile pensively. “I bet you don’t.” She abruptly became all business. “Have you noticed any problems with the CAP from your end?”

‘My side?’ Adama thought. Hadn’t he once told Lee to pick a side? Now it seemed it was becoming his turn. He knew however, that the admiral was referring to the new flanking position the Galactica had assumed in the fleet. “My CAG hasn’t reported anything and there are none that I’ve noticed. Do you have concerns?”

“No, thanks to your CAG. Did he tell you about his meeting with Collins?” Cain was fishing. She knew Lee wouldn’t have told him about what happened.

“Nothing noteworthy.” Adama didn’t like the smile Cain offered him. She looked like she had just scored a point.

She shook her head. “That doesn’t surprise me. As I said, we’d have problems if not for Lee. He really stuck to his guns.”

“As I said, he didn’t mention needing to stick to his guns. Although, if that’s what you need, he’s the man to give it.” Adama made a mental note to speak to Lee about it. He didn’t need to.

“Collins gave him a rough time and threw in a few personal attacks as well.” She watched Adama for a reaction.

He offered her none. “Lee can handle himself. Although I’m surprised he told you. Lee has never been one to seek or accept help readily. He’s always been fiercely independent and very proud, always has been.” He paused and chuckled. “Always will be.”

“He didn’t tell me. I witnessed it. Major Collins was way out of line. I addressed it immediately, as I’m sure you would have.” Cain was enjoying control of the game.

“Certainly. They seem to have worked out their differences.” Adama added, smoothly.

“Yes, it was just a momentary lapse for Collins. He’s a good officer.” She waited for Adama to respond. When he said nothing, she continued. “Lee has done an exemplary job as your CAG.”

Adama nodded. “When he’s not insubordinate or committing mutiny.” He smiled jokingly. He didn’t like the emphasis on his son.

Cain laughed as well. “Well, yes, there is that little incident.” She fiddled with a paperweight on her desk to stall. “You know I tried hard to get him assigned to the Pegasus. Nagala wouldn’t give him up. She’d always find a way to trump me. She obviously held him in high regard as well. Everyone did. I mean, he’s one of the youngest captains in fleet history.” She paused again, waiting for a reaction. “He made captain well before you, didn’t he?”

Adama smiled properly and offered a token chuckle. “Of course, he did. There’s no denying he has the makings of a fine commander, but he still has a lot to learn.” He added as an after thought. “Is this why you summoned me here, Admiral? To talk about my son?”

She smiled. “In a way. I’ve been studying your crew files. Lee keeps excellent records in addition to his other skills.”

Adama was tired of the game and wanted to get to the point. “Yes, he’s meticulous. What have you found by studying the files?”

She handed him a small packet. As he flipped through the pages, she thought to herself. ‘He’s damn good. He hides his emotions well. Yet, I know he’s on the edge.’ “These are the new ship assignments.”

Adama didn’t hide his shock. “New Assignments?” He looked again through the papers. “You’re assigning the bulk of the pilots to the Pegasus?”

“She is the flagship.” She responded, coolly.

“You’ve left Galactica with primarily rooks.” He stopped cold as he turned to the last page. “No, this is unacceptable.” He rose to his feet on instinct.

Cain remained seated, but her response was now frigid. “Unacceptable? Are you now challenging the orders of a superior officer, Commander?”

He started to say, no, but it came out, “Yes.” He quickly assembled logical arguments. “You’ve left me with rooks and yet reassigned my training officer to your ship.” He thought about Starbuck. She wouldn’t take this well. He also knew she wouldn’t do well under Cain’s command. Prior to Galactica’s decommissioning he had taken great time and concern to make sure her placement would be one she could survive in. Pegasus hadn’t even been on the short list.

“She’ll work with my training officer here and then we’ll let the rooks gain their experience by working from Galactica.” Cain had spent a great deal of time thinking out the possible arguments and planning her defense. “You will no longer have to be the first line of defense, Bill. This is a good thing.”

“Unless we’re attacked from behind.” He added with subdued anger.

She ignored his comment. “As you can see, I am sending you several of my officers to keep your units strong. Collins, for example.”

“Collins is your CAG. I already have one.” He added. He now completely understood her motives. She had wanted Lee stationed here for some time and now she was going to get him.

Cain laughed. “You can’t actually believe Lee should remain on the Galactica?”

Adama was now furious. “Why not?”

“Let’s cut the crap, Bill. He’s your son, for starters. It’s completely against regulations.”

Adama cut her off before she could go on. “We’ve made it work and as you’ve noted, work well. We’ve suffered near annihilation. Some of the regs don’t apply anymore.”

“There’s no quicker way to decay then ignoring the regs, Commander. That issue aside, I must disagree that you’ve made it work.”

Adama felt as if he was a private again. “Permission to speak freely, Admiral?”

“Of course, Commander.” She replied.

“I take exception to that remark. You can ask any member of my crew if they notice different treatment of my son. We have made it work.”

She laughed. “You call taking one of the most promising officers in fleet history and throwing him in the brig for mutiny… Indeed, the very fact that he felt the need to resort to mutiny and insubordination, against of all people, his own father… Working?” She was on fire now. “Tell me one thing you have done to develop his leadership skills in his term as CAG.”

“We’ve been at war for our very basic survival. I wasn’t making the development of my officers a priority, Admiral. They’ve been learning it naturally, doing their jobs.”

Cain stood and moved to a credenza, where she poured herself a drink. She indicated to Adama and he shook his head. “Setting this issue aside, as his father, you can’t deny him this opportunity.”

Adama, only a little calmer, shook his head. “What opportunity? He’s already a CAG. You’re asking him to come in and take over a unit of pilots he doesn’t know. Some of which have more experience and probably outrank him. How is that an opportunity?”

“It will be a challenge, but one I am confident he will meet well. I was referring to the opportunity it provides him, personally. No offense intended, Bill, but here, he has his fiancée and his closest friends. I know you’re his father, but your relationship is well known to be shaky at best.”

Adama’s heart hadn’t hurt this much since his gun shot wounds. His head knew she was right, but his heart wasn’t willing to concede. “I’ve spoken with Lee about this. He’s fine.”

“Of course he said that. A son, eager to please his father after recently disappointing him so greatly, would say that.”

Adama was losing and he didn’t like it. “You don’t know Lee well, then. He’d never pull that kind of crap. If he wanted to be stationed here, he’d tell me.”

Cain smiled. She knew on those words, she had won. “He told me.”

Adama’s eyes flared. “What?”

“I didn’t make this decision lightly, Commander. I asked him first.”

“And he told you he wanted to be stationed here?”

“He can be with the woman he loves here.”

“You lecture me on regulations and then transfer a man here to fraternize with the crew, deliberately?”

She laughed. “As Doctor Davis is proud of pointing out, she is not military.”

“She can come to the Galactica. Cottle would prefer to keep medical base there.”

“And leave my medical base untended? I don’t think so. She’ll stay here. He’ll stay there. If we can get her shuttling, they will have to work out the details. Until then, medical emergencies come here.”

“You’ve thought this all out.” Adama conceded.

“I knew I would have to. I know this isn’t easy for you to accept. I know command is hard to give up. You’ve pulled the duty for some time and done an excellent job, Bill. It’s my turn now and I don’t think you’ll argue that I need the best to do my job well.” She stopped there, allowing him to draw the conclusion.

“You want the best. You get Apollo.” He kept his tone even.

BSG BSG BSG

Adama stormed off the raptor that brought him home. He went immediately for CIC and saw Lee working at his station. He stopped only when he stood in front of his son. “Captain, I’ll see you in my office, NOW!” He turned and left.

Lee straightened up and his eyes followed his commander for a moment. As he stepped from behind his console, his eyes met Dee’s and she wished him silent luck. He increased his stride and stepped into his father’s office shortly after his father.

“You wanted to see me, Sir?”

“You lied to me.” Adama didn’t hide his fury from his son.

“Sir?” Lee knew something big had happened, but couldn’t for the life of him think of what he might have done. “I assure you. I haven’t lied to you.”

“Let’s talk about Major Collins.” Adama insisted.

“What is it you want to know?” Lee asked.

“How did your meeting with him go last week?” Adama asked, still angry.

“Fine, Sir. I told you we worked out the CAP schedule. Is there some problem?” Lee thought back to the occasion and it hit him. Admiral Cain must have told his father about the slander. Before he could add more.

“Did Major Collins make personal attacks against you or not?” Adama demanded.

Lee stammered just a bit. “We had a few difficulties, but we resolved them.”

“You resolved them?”

“Um, Admiral Cain did intercede on my behalf, Sir. But I feel strongly Major Collins and I would have worked things out.” Lee was trying to calm his father. He couldn’t believe he was this angry about the issue.

“And you didn’t feel it was important to tell me about this? You thought it would be better for me to find out about it from my superior officer?”

Lee now understood why his father was angry. “I’m sorry. I had no idea Admiral Cain would feel the need to tell you about it. I should have, but…”

“But what?”

Lee took a deep breath, trying to choose his words carefully. “He referred to recent events and I…” He didn’t think it was going well. “I’m trying to put that behind us and I didn’t want you to know it was still an issue.”

“You didn’t want me to know that someone was using something in our relationship against you?” Adama had softened somewhat. He could understand his son’s position. There had been several instances where he had defended Lee’s honor without Lee’s knowledge.

“No, Sir.” He paused. “I know it’s a mistake. I can’t run away from my past, but, Sir, it wasn’t really a lie.”

Adama glared at him, the anger flushing back. “Not about that.”

“So, there’s something else?”

“I asked you, point blank if you wanted a transfer. You said no.”

“I don’t want one, Sir. I’ve never lied to you, ever.” Lee was truly confused, but sincere.

“That’s not what Admiral Cain says.” He threw handed Lee the last page of the packet he had so recently received.

Lee scanned the paper. “What? No. Sir, I did not request this. I don’t want it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. I never requested it. I swear.” Lee pleaded.

“So, you’re saying Admiral Cain lied to me when she told me you wanted it?” Adama queried. It had done him good to hear Lee deny it. He did want to believe him.

“I don’t know why she’d say such a thing. We never talked about a transfer.” Lee provided.

“But you did talk to her?”

Lee thought for a moment. “She asked me to see her after my meeting with Collins. She apologized again for his behavior and then asked me about Mali.”

“What did she ask?” Adama was growing suspicious.

“She asked if I was enjoying seeing not only Mali, but my friends again. I said of course.” It then hit Lee and he groaned.

“What?”

“I told her I was always happiest when I was with Mali.” He searched for some understanding in his dad’s eyes. “I never requested a transfer. I wouldn’t. Mali knows that too.”

Adama said nothing. He sat at his desk and thought about the situation. Lee saw the whole situation clearly now. “Guess we’ve done it again.”

Adama was distracted. “What?”

“Despite the fact that you have no great respect for Admiral Cain, you believed her over me.” Lee wondered if he and his father would ever really have a true relationship. He added in a whisper. “You still don’t trust me. I don’t know what I have to do…” He didn’t finish his thought.

Adama appreciated his son’s thoughts, but knew he wasn’t alone in blame. “You never trust me either.”

Lee looked at him. “Collins?”

“I’d have much rather heard about that from you.”

“I’m sorry.” Lee said plainly.

“The transfers are effective immediately. Pack your things.” Adama answered flatly.

“What? Sir? Dad?” Lee was stunned.

Adama stifled a laugh. “That’s the problem, in her mind.”

“What?”

“I’m your father. At the very least, she pulled out the regs.”

“But, why?” Lee didn’t understand. “Why does she want me? Am I being demoted?”

“Not demoted. As a matter of fact, you’ll be her CAG as well.”

“What? Why? She has others who outrank me. I can see pulling me from CAG and replacing me, but this makes no sense.”

“It does to her.” Adama hadn’t met his son’s eyes. He hadn’t been able to until that moment. “It’s an honor, Lee. Take it.”

Lee was quiet and tried to make sense of everything happening. He turned to leave but stopped in the door. “No, Sir. This has been my honor.”

Adama’s voice threatened to fail him. “Mine as well.”

Pyramids*9

Lee moved slowly off the raptor. One might have thought he would be happier to be stationed on the ship with the woman he loved and his close friends, so why didn’t he feel that way?

Major Collins greeted him at the base of the ramp with a salute. “Welcome aboard, Sir. I hope you’ll be as happy here as I was.”

Lee couldn’t bring himself to smile. He returned the salute and decided to be honest with Collins. “I know you’ll be happy on Galactica. I must admit, I don’t really understand the switch.”

Collin’s nodded in agreement. “That’s why you and I aren’t admirals. We don’t think like they do… yet.” Collins picked up his military issue duffel and walked past Lee onto the shuttle.

Lee stepped aside as the ramp door was raised. Before it completely blocked him, Collins called out to Lee. “Captain. Good luck.”

Lee studied the man’s face. He didn’t mean it maliciously. Lee knew then that Collins was as worried as he was. Lee walked to the CAG quarters. He knew he couldn’t stay with the pilots on the Pegasus. Although the higher-ranking officers on Pegasus had either been on leave or since died, there were two other captains now under his command, captains who held their ranks much longer than he had. He had to assert his command early and endeavor to earn their respect. Lee Adama, who seldom dismissed a challenge, was daunted.

He dropped his own duffel taken from a dead Galactica pilot, as most of the contents were, and went directly to CIC to report. He reported to Commander Fisk of the Pegasus and was sent to Admiral Cain’s quarters. He knocked moderately; secretly hoping the Admiral wasn’t within.

“Enter!” The strong female voice called out.

“Captain Lee Adama reporting as ordered, Admiral.” Lee snapped to salute.

Cain smiled. “At ease, Captain.” Lee relaxed slightly, folding his hands behind his back. She noted the tension that still remained in her new CAG’s stance. She continued. “Have you had a chance to settle?”

“Ah, not quite, Sir. I dropped my bag in the CAG’s quarters and reported for duty.” Lee answered in a clipped military manner.

“CAG’s quarters?” She chuckled. “I rather assumed you would be staying with Doctor Davis.”

Anger flared within Lee. He had no idea what game Admiral Cain was playing, but he had no plans to play along. “That would be against regulations, Admiral.”

Cain laughed. “I understand that, Captain, but under these circumstances, I have no problem with it.”

Lee suddenly saw through Cain’s confident veneer. She was afraid. She knew the fleet had come to depend on and in spite of a few prior events, trust his father’s command. She knew she would never be able to create the feeling of family that inspire his father’s crew to succeed where few would. Lee’s respect for his father surged. He also saw very clearly, that Cain intended to use he and Mali to promote her own interests. “With all due respect, I’ll remain in quarters.”

Cain smiled. “If you insist.” She signed a report and turned back to Lee. “You’ll find the personnel files in your office and we begin our briefings at 07:30. Check with Commander Fisk for topics of relevance.” She went back to work on the stack of papers in front of her, ignoring Lee.

He saluted quickly. “Thank you, Sir.” He turned and left. His first instinct was to find Mali and seek her confidence concerning the entire situation. He knew that would play right into Cain’s apparent plan. He returned the CAG’s office and settled behind the desk with a stack of files.

He had no idea how long he’d been reading and taking notes on the Pegasus crew. He didn’t hear the knock at the door and before he knew it, a familiar scent invaded his brain. Without looking up, he spoke. “Heard of knocking?”

Mali smiled. “Heard of etiquette? I did knock. You’re so engrossed in your…” She walked behind the desk and picked up a file. “personnel reports. You didn’t hear me. And it was a nice greeting, by the way.” She rested her hand on his shoulder.

His head fell down onto her hand and stayed. “Sorry.”

She stepped back, removed her hand and used it to turn the chair so Lee faced her. “Wanna talk about it?”

Lee expelled a long breath. “Talk? About how happy I should be? I mean, I’m again on the same ship as the woman I love.”

“So why aren’t you happy?” She knew him too well. She sat on his lap and kissed him. “Don’t worry. I’m not offended. I know you don’t want to be here.”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “It’s not that. I shouldn’t be here, Mali. I’m not qualified for this. Both Swenson and Merker have much more experience. I shouldn’t be CAG. Here or on Galactica.”

She pulled his chin up to face her. “You’re here because you’re a magnificent CAG. Both your father and Cain know it. Give yourself some credit. They aren’t bad men. Sure, they aren’t going to like it at first, but you’ll prove yourself.”

“I wish I had your confidence.”

She smiled. “You do.”

He returned her smile, but it faded quickly. “She’s using us.”

Mali sobered as well. “I know.”

He cupped her chin and stared into her eyes. “All I wanted was to do my job and go home to you at night. I thought now that you were here, I could avoid the politics.”

She chuckled softly. “Nice dream, my lord.”

He nodded. “You’re not helping.”

“Yes, I am. I’m here to collect you for dinner.”

Lee looked past her at the pile of files. “It’s a wonderful offer, but I really should get through these files.”

She laughed and slapped him lightly. “I wasn’t making that kind of offer. I’m really here to bring you to dinner.”

Lee looked disappointed. “Frak. I was hoping I was right. I was just playing hard to get.”

Mali stood up and pulled Lee with her. “All work and no food makes Lee a scrawny…” She was stopped by a strong pull into his arms and his warm, soft lips.

He released her. “Don’t finish that thought.”

She shook her head. “No, my lord. My only thought is hunger.”

After a quiet dinner together in the mess, Mali returned with Lee to his quarters. He claimed his seat behind the desk, while she curled up in his armchair with a medical journal. She had decided she needed to read up on a few of the specialties that the fleet didn’t have doctors to cover.

Lee pushed back in his chair and rubbed at his eyes. He’d reread the same paragraph three times and the words were beginning to swirl before his eyes. He glanced over to Mali, who had since fallen asleep in the chair with her book. He watched her closely, again consumed by love for her. He studied her body. Her long legs were tucked under her body. Her arms wrapped around the book to support it and her head had fallen to the headrest, exposing her creamy neck. He knew she’d complain in the morning if she slept like that.

He stood and stretched his own complaining muscles. Silently moving across the room he gently slid his arm behind her back and the other under her legs. He effortlessly picked her up and turned to his rack. Just as he settled her on the mattress, her eyes fluttered open.

In a sleepy, childish voice, he heard her call him her hero. He smiled and kissed her cheek, telling her softly to go back to sleep. She seemed to comply but as he turned to go back to his desk, her arm snaked out and grabbed his hand. He looked back and met her loving gaze. “Come to bed.”

“I need to finish the files.” He corrected her.

“No, you need sleep.” She chided.

“I’ve gone longer without.” He tried to leave again, but she held tight.

“Doctor’s orders.” She pulled him. He still resisted. “Lee, hold me?”

He looked at the love in her eyes and knew he wouldn’t win. “Move over.”

She complied and slid over. He slid in next to her. It was a tight space, but they had once been used to it. She rolled into her position at his side and his arm immediately embraced her.

He whispered into the top of her head. “I love you, my lady.”

In the same sleepy voice, she responded in kind. “I love you, my lord.”

BSG…BSG…BSG

The next morning, Lee woke early. He was surprised he had slept as much as he had. He was filled with dread about this first briefing. He might have worried less if the Galactica pilots had transferred over but that wasn’t to happen for a few more days. He was greeting a potentially hostile crowd. He left his worry momentarily behind as he watched Mali curled in sleep. It seemed there could be peace in the world. He stretched out ever so slightly. He didn’t want to wake Mali.

He slipped out of bed, prepared himself for the day and was about to shut the door when he heard her call out to him. He didn’t hear what she said, so he stepped back into the room. “Shh… go back to sleep. It’s only 7am.”

She struggled up to her elbows. “I said, remember, the boys will be there today. It isn’t all enemies.”

Lee nodded and offered a small smile. “I know that and none of them are enemies.” He turned to leave again and was again stopped by her voice.

“I love you.”

His back to her, she didn’t see his smile. He called a thank you softly over his shoulder and left to find the commander in CIC for the updates.

BSG…BSG…BSG

“As you might know, I’m Captain Lee Adama and I’ve been reassigned to the Pegasus as your new CAG. I know this was sudden and I haven’t had the time to get to know you all yet, but I promise I will. I also know I might do things a bit differently than Major Collins, but I assure you, we’ll all figure this out.”

To say that his first briefing was uncomfortable was an understatement. The only pilots who acknowledged his presence were Ying, Yang and Axe. They sat in the front row. Lee wondered if they normally did so or had done so for his benefit. He ignored the defiant behaviors of the others and conducted the briefing. They were good. They did nothing so overt he could reprimand anyone.

When he dismissed the pilots, Axe stayed behind. Lee offered him a pathetic smile. “Sure you want to be seen with the enemy?”

“Lee, you’re not the enemy.” Ben offered the sentiment, but both men knew it wasn’t totally true.

“Try telling that to Swenson and Merker. Frak, you should be pissed too.” Lee put some random pages into a folder.

“Me? No. I don’t want the job. It’s different Lee. Look, I haven’t been with these men very long, but they aren’t bad. They will come around.” Ben placed a hand on Lee’s arm in reassurance.

Lee laughed softly. “Mali said the same thing. I’m sure on some level it’s true.” Lee really did wish he could believe them. “Any suggestions on who I should start with?”

“Start?” Ben didn’t understand.

“Who’s angriest? Who do I need to win over to win the pilots over?” Lee questioned.

Ben shook his head. “You know you don’t mean that. You wouldn’t be ‘won’ over. It doesn’t work like that. Come on, Lee.”

Lee’s head dropped. “I know. I have to ‘earn’ their respect.” His voice trailed off, as if he were going to say more.

“Yeah. You do.” Ben saw the turmoil in his friend. He didn’t envy him. He had no idea why Cain had made such a switch. She had to know it would be hard for him. “I know technically you’re my superior now, but talk to me, Lee. What’s wrong?”

It slipped out before Lee could sensor it. “What’s right?” As soon as he saw the stricken look on Ben’s face, he regretted it. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Yes, you did. Talk to me, Buddy. Since when do you hold back from me?” Ben prayed Lee would open up. Lee carried his burdens too long and too deep. There were times they threatened to drag him under. Ben knew this was one of them.

Lee laughed. “Where do I begin? My dad’s once again disappointed in me. Mali’s gonna go ballistic when she finds out about Zarek. It could be the end for us. The Cylons still want us dead and they hunt us and oh, by the way, I get to fight to earn the respect of yet another squadron of pilots and this time, most of them have more experience then I do.”

Ben laughed. “Whimp!”

Lee stared at him.

“That’s nothing. Jeesh! When did you become such a weakling?”

Lee laughed. It started small and grew and grew, until both men were doubled over with mirth. After several unsuccessful attempts to stop, Lee finally grabbed the podium and held his breath. Seeing his cue, Ben drew in a deep breath. He looked Lee in the eye. “Better?”

Lee grinned and tilted his head toward the exit. “Bring it on.”

“Good hunting, Sir.” Ben left Lee alone in the room.

BSG…BSG…BSG

Mali saw patients until late morning. Commander Fisk had passed the word that the Quorum of Twelve was visiting the Pegasus for lunch that day and many had expressed an interest in meeting her. Mali wasn’t thrilled with the idea. She had no idea why they’d want to meet her. She planned on ditching the event, claiming patient demands, but then a note from President Roslin swung the pendulum of guilt, asking her to attend. She stepped into her office to straighten out her appearance. She heard a commotion in the main life station and stepped out to see if she was needed.

BSG…BSG…BSG

Lee ran into the President as she crossed the landing deck. “Madame President, what brings you to the Pegasus today?” He’d stopped being her personal representative after Kobol. His father hadn’t asked him. He’d made the request himself. It helped him in his plan to remain undivided.

“Good Morning, Captain. Visiting your lovely fiancée today?” Laura asked happily, with a sly grin and a small wink.

Lee blushed slightly. “No, Ma’am. I’ve been reassigned to Pegasus.”

Roslin was stunned. “What? Why?”

Lee held his tongue, still wishing to stay out of the way of the powers that be. “I couldn’t say. I assume it is a part of Admiral Cain’s realignment plans.”

She noted Lee’s continued display of the CAG insignia. “I see you’re still highest ranking pilot?”

“Not exactly, but I did remain CAG.” Lee said no more.

Roslin smiled. “Admiral Cain knows talent as well as your father and I then.”

Lee said nothing, but smiled at the compliment. He didn’t know if she understood the implications but he wasn’t about to whine to her about his situation. “So, what brings you on board?”

“Lunch. The Quorum is meeting here today and they’re having lunch here. They invited me to join them.” She flashed her camera smile, as if practicing.

Lee chuckled, but then grew serious. “So, the Quorum’s on board now?”

Roslin didn’t like the look of panic on Lee’s face. Something was obviously wrong. “Yes. They’re touring the ship and then meeting with Admiral Cain. Is there something wrong?”

Lee stammered slightly. “When’s the tour? After lunch?”

She was worried now. “No, right now.”

Lee paled. He stammered overtly. “I have to go, Madame President.” As an afterthought he added. “Enjoy your lunch.” Lee ran full out through the corridors to Life Station. He had to get to Mali before the tour got to her.