[time: current]
"Commander?" He hadn't heard Dee approach.
The girl cast a quick look at the President on the doctor's table and at the harried movements of the nurses. "Commander?"
"What?!" Adama turned his head, a scowl on his face. Helplessness was not his forte and Laura's illness – he didn't want to call it death – was forcing him to face it nevertheless.
"Sharon has asked to speak with you, Sir."
"That thing in the brig?"
Dee winced. "Yes, Sir."
He waved her away. "Later, Dee." Certainly he had larger troubles now.
"She says she has a solution for your biggest problem, Sir," Dee insisted.
A solution for my biggest... He turned slowly. "My biggest problem?"
"Yes, Sir. That's what she said, Sir."
"What was she talking about?"
Dee shrugged. "She wouldn't say, Sir. I assumed you'd know what it was."
He regarded her for a moment and then his eyes drifted to the bed. He nodded. "Thank you, petty officer."
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[time: 12 days earlier]
Bill frowned at the collar of her jacket.
It bent the wrong way and for no particular reason it distracted him during their bi-daily resource meeting.
After his eyes had drifted there for the fourth time, he quietly got up. Never stopping his argument about the distribution of water, he walked to her side of the desk and adjusted it.
The way she calmly moved her head aside to let him do it, warmed him and the way doing the simple task satisfied him, made him realize that fiery frakking, gratifying and uninhibited as it was, was no longer the sole point of their union.
She lightly rested her cheek against his hand, and when he met her eyes he saw she recognized it, too.
He trailed her jaw line with the back of his fingers and then unhurriedly returned to his side of the desk and to the issue at hand.
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[time: 9 days earlier]
"You're looking mighty content, lately." Trust Saul to notice the difference. "What was that proverb again about the cat and the canary?" Tigh laughed sardonically.
Adama looked at him, unfazed.
"There's no fooling me, Bill. What's her name?"
"Status report, Colonel?" Adama's face showed nothing but professionalism as he held out his hand.
Saul chuckled. "She got under your skin, huh?" He handed over the report and clapped a congratulatory hand on his commanding officer's back before leaving his quarters.
"Saul!"
Tigh turned at the door.
"Not a word!"
Tigh grinned broadly at this admission and with a cheerful gesture silently sealed his lips.
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