Title: The Eyes of the Gods

Focus: Adama, Roslin, Apollo, Q of 12

Pairing: Lee/Roslin, Adama/Roslin

Spoilers: post-ep Resistance - Pegasus

Summary: The President isn’t the only one with a destiny and Comm. Adama is given the power to act on his.

AN: I hate Lee. Don’t be turned off by it, just know that.

AN2: ‘The Farm’ has officially fragged this piece, but you know what, I’m gonna leave it just like it is. *Shrugs* I like my version better. Parts are based on pictures of eps that hadn’t been shown as of the beginning of this story. Let’s call them…eh, filler.

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Laura laughed and sipped her ambrosia cheerfully as they continued to peruse the pages of Pythia’s book. She hushed Lee as she read the next of the prophecy aloud.

“And after the Leader, shall rise another. He shall carry the name and bearing of a God, and shall see through the Gods’ eyes. His touch shall trigger that vision. He shall expose their foes among them and bless the children. In the end, it is he that shall save them from their inevitable self-destruction.”

An uncomfortable silence enshrouded the room and Laura put down her glass, the sweet beverage no longer appealing to her. So, someone would succeed her. She would lead them to salvation, but he would save them from themselves? In that case, why was she even here?

“Well, that was informative.” He nodded and made a noncommittal noise. “I’m going to lead them to salvation, and then this guy’s going to actually save them. Well, my question, then: Where the frak is he?”

Deciding it best not to react to her outburst, he shrugged. “Probably cooling his heels on one of the ships. Then, one of these days he might just pop up, claiming to be this leader. There’s no way to know.”

She sighed, acknowledging his logic and laid herself down on the couch cushions that had passed for her bed over the last few nights. They had hidden on the transport hub ship Manasta, where bartering often took place, and shuttles were forever coming and going. It seemed that Zarek’s many criminal ties had come in handy. If she was honest, it frightened her how well they were able to evade Adama’s forces. Mr. Zarek was far too connected for her liking. From what she’d seen, he could easily dominate a considerable amount of the fleet if he so chose. So far he hadn’t.

But for how long?

She groaned in frustration and squirmed on the foam bed, trying to find some kind of comfortable position to sleep in. She was grateful that Zarek’s ‘business’ associate, Lin, had been willing to give them shelter for a time, but that didn’t mean it was comfy.

Lee watched her unease with barely concealed amusement.

“You think this is funny?”

He put down his glass. “I do.”

“Then, why don’t you sleep here and I’ll sleep there?”

“You wanna sleep in the corner?” If it could be called that. It was a haphazardly cushioned nook between a doorframe and a bookcase. His back already ached.

“It couldn’t be much worse than this.”

“I beg to differ, but you are the President.” And who was he to disagree with his Commander-in-Chief?

“I used to be.” Her sudden downturn in mood spurred him on and he came to kneel beside her.

“Hey, you are the duly appointed leader and you will be again. My father, under normal circumstances, is a reasonable man. That’s something you have believed above everything.”

“Yes, but your father isn’t the one in charge now. Colonel Tigh is not nearly reasonable. We both know that or we wouldn’t be here now.”

“True, but my father will wake up and when he does we’ll get this well in hand.”

“I hope so, but the way things are going, he either won’t be waking up for a while or he’s going to back up Colonel Tigh.”

Lee winced at the thought of his father in such a vulnerable state for much longer. “He will, because Tigh is the man people have to trust in if something like this happens again.”

She tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her ear and smiled at him encouragingly. “We’ll have to discuss that at some other time, but I don’t think there are all that many options out here. He trusts Tigh as I trust you.” He ducked his head at the compliment. “Perhaps there was a time when that was a good that thing, but I believe -- and I think you agree -- that time has past. He’s dangerous now.”

“As long as my father is out of it, he is. That’s something we definitely agree on.”

“Among other things.”

“Yes.” She shifted again on the makeshift mattress and averted her gaze. There were times when they were entirely too attuned to one another. Were she anyone else in any other position, it wouldn’t be a problem, but she wasn’t and it was. She wouldn’t risk her place for whatever there was between her and her Captain Apollo, even if the deepest part of her ached to do so.

And she most certainly couldn’t justify jeopardizing his. At the end of the day, he’d regret losing everything and the last thing she wanted was their special relationship to end in regret and resentment, simply because she’d been unwilling to wait. Though, she couldn’t expect him to wait forever. She wouldn’t be around forever, so it was a pretty moot point to begin with.

Now, she was really depressed. Fanning the flame, the very tendril she’d nudged behind her ear a moment ago had slid back out to dangle annoyingly in front of her. To her utter surprise another hand reached out and gingerly pushed it away from her face.

She bit her bottom lip and looked up into Apollo’s cobalt blue eyes uncertainly. He couldn’t have meant what with that gesture what she wanted him to. Part of her wanted him to mean it, though. It had been a long time since anyone had wanted her that way. His eyes grew hazy and he lips seemed to be drawing closer and closer to her own when…

The hatch just beyond the area they were in opened abruptly to admit Tom Zarek, who looked unmoved at their suspicious position. Her hand was on his cheek and his fingers just brushed her chin. A kiss was the natural next step.

Zarek cleared his throat to dissipate the lust-filled fog that permeated the air. They moved away from one another as though they‘d received an electric shock. Laura stood up to talk to Zarek and Lee went about straightening up the President’s sleeping area even though it was already as neat as it could be. They just went on pretending nothing had happened. It was truly for the best. She had a responsibility and a role to play. She could jeopardize it for nothing. Not even love.

That is, if it could be called love at all.

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