DISCLAIMER: I don't own the show or any part(s) of it. Though I have taken some direct dialogue and such, so please, please, please don't sue me, I'm just a poor college student. The character Alexa Nyx does however belong to me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a continuation of 2 fics: Epoch Of Night and 33 Minutes Till Hell. You should read those first, beware- Epoch is indeed epic- 77 pages in word. Comments are love!
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

By Aeryn Ryker


"No, they're civilians!" Nyx cried out, tossing and turning in her sleep; restless with the horror replaying behind her eyes.

"Alexa, wake up; Lex," Roslin said calmly as she softly shook the younger woman.

Nyx woke up in a cold sweat, disoriented in an unfamiliar room.

"Where….What…Laura." was all Nyx could say as she sat up and wiped the sweat from her eyes.

"Are you ok, sweetie?" Roslin combed Nyx's hair with her fingers, pushing a strand behind her ears.

"I'm ok, just a nightmare." Nyx brushed it off, taking Roslin's hand in her own, leaning back and pulling her blanket up over her legs.

"It's about the Olympic Carrier, isn't it?" Roslin asked, leaning back into the Captain's body. Nyx pulled her closer and put her arm around her shoulders.

"I can't stop thinking about it…I just can't get it out of my head." Nyx closed her eyes, trying to get the image of the exploding ship out of her mind.

"That was three days ago, ancient history under these circumstances. Leave the second guessing to the historians." Laura said, trying to sound reassuring.

"I am a historian, Laura, I can't help but second guess-especially when it comes to me pulling the trigger."

"I thought we went over this," she said, pulling away and looking at her. "I gave you the order, it's my responsibility."

"Aren't we all responsible? You, Adama, me; don't we, as leaders, have an obligation to question our actions? I don't know…to make sure the decisions we make and the actions we carry out are the right ones?" She went to get up but Roslin pulled her back and put a hand on her face, rubbing her thumb along Nyx's lips.

"Honey, we did what we had to do. We made a decision, right or wrong, we have to live with them. Life, especially right now, is too short. We need to look forward because I don't have time to look back." Roslin said softly, looking into Nyx's eyes before she kissed her lips.

"Oh, Gods," Nyx moaned softly as Roslin began kissing down her jaw line and to her neck. She held the redhead closer to her, exposing her neck further to Roslin's assault.

"Excuse me, Madam President?" Billy knocked on the outside of the door.

"YES?!?" Roslin shouted, obviously irritated. She was in the process of straddling the Viper pilot's lap when they were interrupted. Nyx had put her hands on Roslin's hips, encouraging the move.

"Your transport will arrive in two minutes, Madam President, are you decent?"

"NO!" Roslin shouted again.

"Well…The Raptor will arrive shortly." Nyx could hear Billy's footsteps walking away.

"Frak, what time is it?" Nyx said jumping up, lifting the president with her in the move; the blanket fell away from between them leaving the scantly clad woman close to bare. Roslin bent down to the raven haired woman's neck, wrapping her legs further around the woman who held her.

"Gods I don't want to go!" Nyx groaned as the president sucked on a particularly sensitive spot right below her ear.

"You will eventually have to put me down, you know?" Roslin said, giving the other side of her neck equal treatment.

"You are not helping the situation, at ALL!" Nyx said, placing her hands on the woman's ass and setting her down. With great pain she took a few steps away and grabbed her blue dress uniform from her bag and threw it on top of the tanks and briefs she was already wearing.

"Did you sleep ok?" Roslin asked, brushing her hair in front of a small mirror.

"Yes, thank you for the bed." She said, and then smirked. "Wish you could have joined me."

"Bad timing I guess. You need sleep anyway." Roslin laughed. Roslin walked over and began to button Nyx's jacket.

"I slept last night." She argued.

"You spend five days with no sleep, a few hours last night in a military rack is not my idea of a restful night." Roslin argued back.

She grabbed Roslin's hand from her bottom button and brought them up to her mouth to place a kiss on each of the silky soft palms. She looked into Roslin's deep green eyes and smiled. The smile quickly faded as a realization hit her.

"Frak, where's my sash?" She shouted, dropping the older woman's hands and rummaging through her bag.

"Please don't tell me we're going to have to go though this every time I board that ship." She rolled her eyes.

"No, next time I'll have my shit together. But as far as them 'rendering honors,' yeah, that's gonna happen every time. This means I have to wear this Gods forsaken formal dress uniform." She grabbed her sash and threw it over her head quickly buckling it.

"You're rambling." Laura laughed.

"Madam President, your transport is here." Billy said from the other side of the door.

"We'll be just a second." She said, more politely this time.

"The military; they do love their protocol." She laughed as Nyx straightened her uniform and quickly slicked back her hair with her fingers.

They walked out of the room, and Billy handed Roslin her black jacket. Putting it on, she groaned. "I think I'm going to get tired of this outfit seeing as I only have three for the rest of my life."

"It looks fine." Billy stuttered.

"Fine?" Roslin said raising an eyebrow and looking back at Nyx who just gave a knowing smile.

"Great, it looks great." Billy stuttered even harder.

"You don't know very much about women do you, Billy?" Nyx laughed.

"No, ma'am." The two women laughed at his honesty.

Walking into the CIC, Nyx saluted the commander as he approached. Snapping her body into the salute, she could feel Roslin's eyes on her.

"At ease, Captain. Madam President." He saluted to her and then went to stand by Tigh.

"I am confident that I speak for the entire fleet when I say 'Thank you'. Without your extraordinary dedication, your tireless effort, your sacrifice, no one of us would be here today. I'm proud to serve as your president. Thank you." She spoke confidently, easily falling into her role as president, all eyes on her.

"Carry on," Adama ordered as everyone went about their duties.

"Sir... the Virgon Express is maneuvering alongside. They're standing by for unrep." Dualla announced.

"Thank you very much, Dee. Officer of the watch, proceed with the unrep." As Adama walked back to stand next to Roslin, Nyx took a step back to assume her rank behind the two leaders.

"Galactica's water recycling system is close to 100% effective. For all intents and purposes, there's not one drop of water that's wasted aboard. We have enough water for several years before replenishing."

"I see." Roslin said, trying to follow the techno babble.

"Many of the ships, like the Virgon Express, were not made for long-term voyages. They'll have to tank off of us periodically." Adama continued.


"Commander, we're ready to extend the water boom." Tigh announced.

"Excuse me," Adama nodded his head towards Roslin, and Nyx took his place beside her.

"He thinks I'm a total idiot, doesn't he?" Roslin whispered over.

"No, he's just being polite." She assured.

"It{'}s all right. When it comes to this stuff, I am an idiot. It{'}s ok, you can say it."

"Fine, you're an idiot. But not for long; I'm here to teach you all you need to know."

"Thank the Gods," The red head whispered back.

"If you want the truth, Lee told me this whole thing was the commanders' idea." Nyx admitted.

"And I bet he's loving every minute of it." She said through pursed lips.

"He actually hates pomp and all that. It{'}s why I like him so much."

"Really?" She asked surprise.

"He's making a gesture, trying to make you feel more like the president."

"Really?" she asked, again surprised.

"Release valves three and five." Adama called out.

Suddenly there was a vibration, rocking the entire ship and Nyx immediately went into alert, thinking that the Cylons had somehow snuck past the defenses and started an attack.

"Decompression alarm!" Gaeta announced.

"Damage report, "Adama ordered.

"Ruptures in tanks 3, 5, 7, 9..." Gaeta started.

"Those lines are gonna blow!" Tigh called out.

"Release the lines; veer away, hard to starboard!" Adama again ordered.

"Every tank on the port side has ruptured. We're venting all our water directly into space." Tigh stated, aggravated.

Looking at Roslin's face, Nyx saw horror and confusion.

"All that water that was going to last us a few years, is now gone, Laura." She whispered over. "We're in a state of being screwed."

"I caught that." Roslin said; a tight smile on her face.

"Madam President, Captain Nyx; we'll have an emergency meeting in the port side conference room in fifteen minutes." Adama dismissed the two and Nyx escorted the older woman out of the CIC.

"They'll get all the numbers crunched, do you have a plan?" Nyx asked.

"I haven't exactly gotten around to emergency water loss procedures." Roslin smirked, obviously in an off mood.

"Of course, Laura, you want to bounce one off my head?" she offered, leading her into the pilots bunk rooms to her personal locker, looking around to see that the room was empty she spotted Crashdown sleeping in his bunk.

"Crashdown!" She called out. He fell out of his bunk and into an automatic attention posture.

"Yes, sir!" he saluted.

"Get out, the President and I need a few minutes." She ordered, as nice as she could. He's eyes darted to the president and he bolted out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Don't you think that's gonna start some rumors? I mean asking for a few minutes could sound a little…"

"Dirty?" Nyx finished for her. She shook her head. "Not Crashdown. He knows I'm your advisor, no reason to think otherwise. No worries."

Nyx walked to her locker and started to take off her sash and jacket. Roslin walked up behind her and took the jacket from her shoulders. "I don't have a plan, and I'm not really worried about the rumors. I'm just a little overwhelmed right now, and I can't think."

"What's up, Laura." She asked turning around, adjusting her tank tops. Looking at the red head, and smiled. "Now granted, it has started out as a rather bad day, but you're in a funk."

"I am…" She trailed off, a blush slowly creeping up her neck and cheeks.

"You're what, Laura? Pissed, tired, hungry? What's up?" She asked, with concern in her eyes.

"I'm horny, Lex." She admitted.

Roslin wasn't comforted when Nyx burst into laughter. Grabbing her stomach from laughing so hard, the situation wasn't helped when Nyx saw the pissed off look on the politicians face.

"It's not funny." She crossed her arms and huffed like a child, making Nyx laugh all the more.

"Actually it is. Here we are, being chased by Cylon's our homes and lives as we know it have been completely destroyed, we just find out that our water supply is gone, and you're horny? That's not funny to you?" She smiled grabbing her forest green button down shirt from her locker and putting her arms through it. Swapping her dress pants for her black suit pants, she tucked in her shirt as she smirked at Roslin.

"No, because I'm still horny, a fact not helped by you being all over me in the president's private cabin this morning." She pouted.

"You're blaming me? You were the one all over me, not the other way around. I'm not complaining mind you, but let's get the facts straight. Who was sitting on my lap, straddling me while we kissed?"

"That would be me."

"Yes, so how is it my fault?"

Roslin got a fire in her eyes right before she grabbed Nyx by the waist and slammed her into the closed lockers. The shock on the pilots face was evident, but she didn't struggle with the over powering woman.

"Because you're frakking irresistible." She said right before she took Nyx's wrists in her tight grip and pinned them to the lockers keeping her in place. "And since we don't have enough time for me to take care of my little issue, I'm just going to remain pissed. Is that alright with you Captain Artemis?"

"Yeah, that's fine by me, Madam President. Because after this meeting, I'm taking you back to the president' private cabin and molding you into the most pleasant woman in the fleet." Nyx whispered, still pinned to the lockers she leaned her head forward and nipped at Roslin's lower lip.

"Mold?" Roslin said pulling away and laughed. She let the woman's wrists go, but leaned in to pin her with every inch of her body.

"Yes, mold, because making you as such involves using my hands." She emphasized the world by running her hands up the red heads sides. Enjoying the shiver she got in return, she rested both her hands on Roslin's lower back, drawing random patterns with her fingertips.

"I…see." She gasped out, her body tense under the younger woman's playful touches.

"We have a meeting to go to, Madam President."


Sitting in the conference room on the right side of Roslin, Nyx listened intently as Felix Gaeta gave the update behind the podium. Looking uncomfortable, he gave the panel bad news.

"How much water did we lose?" Roslin asked.

"Ten million JP's, Sir; almost 60% of total potable water reserves." Gaeta stuttered nervously.

"Emergency rations. Shut down laundry, showers, anything non-essential, immediately." The Old Man ordered.

"Yes, sir." Tigh announced obediently.

"How long will our water supplies last?" The president asked, and Nyx took notes.

"Well, aboard Galactica, about six days. But, one third of the other ships in the fleet were depending on us for replenishment. If we don't find new supplies, they'll run out of water in two days."

"That's 16,000 people." Nyx calculated.

"Get the names of those ships, tell their captains to go on emergency rations immediately." Roslin ordered Billy.

"There's gonna be riots on those ships. Civilians don't like hearing they can't take a bath or wash their clothes or drink more than a thimble a day. We should scatter marines on those ships to keep the peace." Tigh suggested.

"Thank you for the warning, Colonel. Captain Nyx, what is your advice on the marines?" She looked over at the younger woman. Nyx eyes shot to Adama's for permission who nodded his head.

"I have to disagree with Colonel Tigh, Madam President. Putting marines on civilian ships has the look of martial law which will cause the riots to worsen. I suggest keeping the marines on standby, if the ships can't manage themselves then deploy them. No need to create a scare if it's not necessary."

Tigh looked ready to argue, but Adama cut him to the chase

"I am inclined to agree with Captain Nyx, I'll order the marines on standby. That'll be all, Mr. Gaeta."

Gaeta moved to step away from the podium but Roslin stopped him.

"One more thing, lieutenant... do you have any theories about what may have caused the accident?"

"There are many theories at this point, Madam President." He said nervously.

"Do you have a guess?" She pressed

"I tell my officers not to guess. I prefer to wait until we have fact." Adama spoke up.

"Indulge me." The politician raised an eyebrow at Gaeta, who just stared at Adama, waiting for permission.

"Take a guess, Mr. Gaeta."

"Well, I would have to say the most likely explanation is that the tank was structurally weakened during the Cylon nuclear detonation during the first attack, and that caused it to buckle and rupture. But it's too early to say, Sir." He stuttered.

"Interesting. Thank you, Lieutenant." Roslin nodded her thanks in his direction.

"Back to the matter at hand. I've ordered an astronomical survey of nearby star systems for potential water sources- Colonel?" Adama nodded in his direction

Tigh took the podium, "Optical and x-ray telescopes say there are five systems within our practical jump radius. All five have planetary bodies with the potential for finding water in either a liquid or a frozen state."

"Put together a plan for Raptors to scout each star system. I want the first launch at 17:30."

"Yes, sir."

"Colonel, how likely are we to find water on any of these planets?" Roslin asked.

"Now you want me to guess, I take it?" Tigh said sarcastically.

Nyx opened her mouth to speak, but Adama beat her to "Colonel…"

"Sir... my apologies, Madam President, difficult day for everyone." His sincerity was questionable, but Roslin brushed it off like a good politician.

"I understand." Roslin replied calmly.

"Most planets are just hunks of rock or balls of gas. The galaxy's a pretty barren and desolate place when you get right down to it."

"Thank you, Colonel" Adama dismissed him.

"The water rationing will make our supply problem worse. Doctor Baltar, please share the results of your study." Roslin addressed the skittish man to her far left.

"Wha…I've calculated that the rate of consumption regarding basic foodstuffs for the civilian population, this is based on information available to me at the time. The current civilian population of 45,265 will require, at minimum, 82 tons of grain, 85 tons of meat, 119 tons of fruit, 304 tons of vegetables and... 2.5 million Jps of water."

"Per month?" Nyx asked.

"Per week." Baltar replied, as everyone sat back in shock.

"Lieutenant Gaeta you are dismissed," Gaeta exited the conference room. "Everyone else, this meeting is now strictly confidential, understood?"

Everyone nodded their head and mumbled there acceptance of the order.

"I believe there is at least one Cylon agent working aboard this ship." Adama announced, but no one seemed too shocked at the statement.

"How many people know that Cylons look like humans?"

"Rumors all over the place; half the ships talking about it." Tigh said.

"There'll always be rumors and for most people that's all they'll ever be. I'm asking how many people actually know." Roslin's voice commanded an actual answer.

"The five people in this room, plus three marines."

"Let's keep it that way. Once this gets out officially, people will be accusing each other of being Cylons for no reason at all. I do not want a witch hunt." Roslin left no room for argument on the issue, not that any one disagreed anyway.

"Dr. Baltar, how's that Cylon detector coming?"

Waiting for the Commander in his quarters, Nyx and Roslin couldn't help but gaze in longing at his bookshelf.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Adama said as he entered his room.

"It's all right. Some time I'd like to borrow a book or two. I only brought one with me on the flight to Galactica." Roslin said, turning her attention to the Commander.

"Which book?" Adama asked.

"'A Murder on Picon,'" Roslin started. "I have a bit of a thing for mysteries."

"Isn't that a bit of a romance as well?" Adama laughed. Nyx rolled her eyes at Roslin.

"Croix Loxias; great writer." Nyx said, she couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Have either of you ever read 'Dark Day?'" Adama asked.

"Edward Prima. I am embarrassed to say it's one of those classics I've never gotten around to reading."

The Old Man took a book off his shelf and handed it to her. Nyx was impressed by the gesture.

"I think you might enjoy it." She took the book from his hands and looked a little taken aback.

"It may be a while before I get it back to you. Busy work schedule and all that." She smiled.

"It's a gift, I never lend books. And Captain, here's one for you." He briefly scanned his shelf before picking on out. "'History of the Articles of Colonization,' it's a bit of a manual, but I figured you might want to brush up on your politics." He smiled at Nyx, giving her the thick text book, and laughed.

"Is this assigned homework?" She smirked.

"You're a political advisor with a background in pissing off politicians. The president here seems to be able to stand you, however, so maybe she can be a bit of a tutor." Adama offered innocently.

"Do the whole 'school teacher' thing?" Roslin suggested.

"As if I don't have enough to work on." She rolled her eyes. "I finally get a few hours of sleep and something has to go and blow up. It frakking figures."

The other two laughed.

Back in Roslin's private quarters, Billy again interrupted the two women kissing. After telling the young man they both were in desperate need of…sleep, he handed her a report with a promise not to disturb them for three hours.

"Colonel Tigh was right. Rioting broke out on a cruise ship when they reduced water rations. We need to demonstrate an ability to maintain order; we need to do it now." Roslin emphasized as she kicked off her heels.

"We don't have the man power for fleet security." Nyx said as she kicked off her boots.

"You have the only armed, disciplined force available."

"Yeah, but I don't want to be a policeman, I'm just security detail to one person, not the whole frakking fleet. There aren't enough of us. Maybe we can recruit out eventually, but right now, it's not possible."

"Hmm. I have this feeling you're going to teach me something."

Nyx laughed. "There's a reason we separate military and the police: one fights the enemy of the state, the other serves and protects the people. When the military becomes both, then the enemies of the state tend to become the people. You wanted the separation between military and everyday, normal civilians, than we need to just let them handle themselves for the time being. Martial law and all that."

"The commander already sent troops to the cruise ship." Roslin smirked.

"Oh. Well I never said I was perfect."

Roslin kissed her lips, wrapping her arms around Nyx's shoulders. "You're damn close, though."

"What happened to not working for three hours, Laura? Relax. For three hours, just relax. What happened to 'Horny Roslin;' the one that wanted nothing than to get laid, because she couldn't keep her hands off me?" Nyx slowly started backing Roslin towards the makeshift bed, taking off the older woman's Jacket as they went along. "I liked that Roslin, and now there is time."

"Wasn't there something about 'molding', Captain Artemis?"

"Aye, Madam President," Roslin's legs hit the bed. Roslin's hands didn't stay still for long as she made quick work of the buttons on Nyx's shirt, throwing it on a chair. Nyx stripped off her tanks before she placed her hands back on Roslin's waist and un-tucked her shirt.

"It's been…a while." Roslin stopped Nyx's hands with her own. "And not since I thought…about the cancer; I'm…nervous." She smiled weakly.

Nyx took her hands, and kissing the palms of the beautiful woman in front of her, she smiled.

"You were horny, I get that, but we really haven't spent a whole lot of time together. Now, I'm not having any second thoughts, but if you want to wait, and just be together for a while, that's ok by me." She brushed a stray patch of red hair behind the woman's ears.

Roslin took an anxious breath, and smiled. "I've always been there. From the moment I met you, the first time you smiled, spoke, laughed, saluted. Lex, I hate having to hide this-I know why we have to. But, despite my insecurities at this second, I want to spend every desperate and random moment alone showing you how much what little time we have left together means to me. Lack of time and all that." She unbuttoned her shirt herself and threw it with Nyx's.

"Well then…" She kissed Roslin's lips, nipping her bottom lip with her teeth, before draping her arms around her waist and pulling her as close as she could.

Moaning into her mouth, Nyx took the opportunity to explore with her tongue, sweeping into her mouth with a smooth gentle motion. Roslin sucked on her tongue, taking it deep into her mouth.

Roslin moved her hands to the pilot's side, brushing her short nails along her ribs. She felt a roughness on Nyx's left side, the scar from years ago, and pulled away. She smiled as she deliberately looked at it and touched the scar. The rough skin was astoundingly large, but Roslin continued to run her fingers along it.

"Chicks do love scars." She smiled and placed a kiss on the pale, off-colored flesh.

"I'm sure when it's all said and done, I'll have a ton more." Nyx smiled and kissed the red-head's neck.

Roslin held Nyx's head in place, and exposed her neck further to the younger woman's attention. Moving to Roslin's shoulder, she took in the soft flesh with her mouth and sucked and nipped.

"Frak, Lex." She moaned, running her fingers through the raven hair.

Nyx ran her fingers up her lover's back, and quickly unsnapped her bra. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, Nyx threw the bra to the floor and got her first look at the beautiful woman.

"You're gorgeous." She said, raking her fingernails along the sides of her breasts.

"And you are wearing too much." She said, pulling Nyx's sports bra over her head. Roslin pulled the younger woman closer and nipped at her neck.

Nyx pushed Roslin down on the bed and stripped off her pants before crawling on top of the red head. Moaning at the feel of their bodies pressed against each other they again kissed as Roslin gently raked her fingernails up and down Nyx's back.

Nyx put her hands on her waist and slowly slid the zipper down. Rising up she pulled down Roslin's skirt and panties, throwing them to the sides.

Looking at Roslin's completely nude body, her breath caught in her throat. "Gorgeous, baby," she smiled, as she covered Roslin's body with her own. She circled her fingers along Roslin's sides, kissing her lips again. Running her fingers along the sides of her breasts, she cupped them with her hands, palming her nipples.

Roslin moaned, and sighed quietly. Rolling the nipples in her hand, she took the bud between her fingers and gently pinched and pulled. Gasps and 'fraks' could be heard as Nyx continued her soft ministrations. Taking one nipple in her mouth, she bit hard before giving a soothing flick of her tongue.

Kissing her way down the soft body under her, Nyx quickly slipped her tongue in Roslin's belly button before settling herself between the redhead's legs.

"Still nervous?" She asked nonchalantly as she licked Roslin's inner thigh. Roslin yelped and bucked her hips, but strong hands held her down.

"Why…are…you…still…talking?" She said in between pants, in rhythm with strokes of Nyx's tongue.

At Nyx's first taste of the politician, they both moaned.

Finding a rhythm, matching the movement of Roslin's hips, the frantic moans of the woman under her grew louder and louder.

When the pilot entered two fingers gently into the red head, Roslin froze, before putting a finger in her mouth to muffle her loud moan. Nyx moaned at the feel of Roslin's warmth around her fingers, curling them to message her inner muscles to extend the orgasm.

"Frak, Laura." Panting in time with Roslin's heaving breath, crawling up the beautiful body. Stopping to kiss a breast, sucking a nipple into her mouth, Roslin buried her fingers into the messy black hair.

Pulling Nyx's hair gently, Roslin brought the younger woman's lips to meet her own.

"You can be my advisor for as long as you like." Roslin said, still trying to get her breath under control.

Nyx sucked on Roslin's shoulder; marking her. The red head moaned but pulled Nyx away.

Nyx looked up to question Roslin's actions before the older woman flipped her over, pinning her to the makeshift bed.

"I want to hear you moan my name," Roslin said, rolling a nipple between thumb and index finger.

"Oh, Gods." Nyx gasped, and closed her eyes.

"Close, but not quite." Roslin laughed, her low voice all the more raspy. "Open your eyes and let me see you."

Gray peered into green as the president slipped two fingers easily into her viper pilot.

"Madam President, Commander Adama wants to see you. He says it's urgent." Billy called from out side the curtain.

"What the frak happened to three hours!" Roslin yelled, exasperated.

"He said it's urgent, Ma'am. He is requesting you and Captain Nyx to Galactica immediately. He said its orders for the Captain." Billy called, stuttering with fright.

"Frak me!" Nyx groaned.

"Well I was trying!" Roslin said though gritted teeth.

"Make it quick, Laura. Gods I'm so close!" she moaned.

Roslin looked down, and kissed her deeply as she slipped her fingers back in to her lover.

"Laura," she gasped, moaning as the red head picked up a quick rhythm.

"Say it again, Lex. I want to hear you say my name." Roslin flicked her clit to emphasize her words.

"Oh, Gods, Laura…please…so…close." Roslin picked up the speed, taking a nipple in her mouth. Her hips bucked as she bit Laura's shoulder to hold back the scream she felt coming.

"Come for me, Lex." She flicked Nyx's clit one more time and felt the younger woman convulse in her arms.

"You…are…ever so good at that." She painted, kissing her lips.

"We have to go." Roslin said returning the kiss and getting up.

Roslin jumped off her lover and grabbed a pitcher of water and a wash cloth.

"We can't shower so a quick wipe down will have to do. We both smell like sex." Nyx laughed as Roslin tossed.

"I don't know, it might go over well with the pilots."

"And who, might I ask, would you say you slept with?" Roslin laughed, putting her clothes back on.

"Oh, they could make the assumptions themselves, no one has a clue."

"We found water." Adama said calmly when Roslin and Nyx walked into toe CIC.

"I'll break out the swimming suit. What's the bad news?" Nyx asked.

"None yet, Captain. Madam President, I assume you will want to make an announcement to the Fleet." Adama smiled at the president.

"That privilege belongs to you, Commander. Your team found it; you should be the one to give the good news." Roslin replied, ever the politician.

"I might earn some points with the fleet, thank you." He nodded his head in respect to the president. "Captain Nyx, a word in private?" He directed the question to the pilot.

"Yes, Sir," Nyx followed Adama out of the CIC and into a small arms storage room.

"Captain, do you have a gun?" Adama asked, pulling a brief case off the shelf and unlocking it.

"No, Sir; I never got around to it. Is the president in danger?" She asked, worried.

"No more than she was yesterday, however, I would feel much more comfortable if you had one on you at all times. For her safety and for yours; no one knows you're her 'body guard,' as far as anyone else knows you are just an advisor."

"What are you saying?" Nyx took the small hand gun out of the case and grabbed a holster and took off her jacket.

"Better safe than sorry, Alexa. I wouldn't want either of you to get hurt. I realize you can take care of yourself, but I would sleep better at night knowing you had other means than just your bare hands."

"Have there been any threats, Commander?" Nyx put the holster around her arms and made sure the gun rested comfortably by her breast before slipping her jacket back on. The gun was perfectly concealed; no one would be the wiser.

"Not yet, but just do an old man a favor and keep it on you at all times; you never know."

"Yes, sir." She saluted before leaving the room, adjusting the new weight of the gun at her side.

"Lex, I've been thinking," Roslin said sitting down in her private quarters as she watched Nyx put on her flight suit.

"About?" Nyx zipped up the suit grabbed her helmet.

"I realize that being in charge of the mission that destroyed the Olympic Carrier was hard on you. It's been a long time since you've been in a position of command and it must have been rough to have given the order that possibly killed 1,500 people. I'm struggling with it myself." Roslin admitted.

"I can't stop thinking about it; I'll probably never forget about it or completely let it go. But an officer of the Colonies has to accept responsibility for their actions. They don't second-guess the choices they make, but live with them, every day."

"You know, I remember when President Adar sent the marines into Aerilon. 15 people died. In public, of course, he had to say all the usual things. He– he was sure of what he'd done, made the right choice, stayed the course. But he knew it was a mistake. And he kept the names of the dead in his desk drawer. He said that it was imperative for a leader to remember and learn from the mistakes even if they can't admit to them publicly."

"Do you think we made a mistake?"

"I don't know. I don't have a desk drawer yet, but, I have a pocket." She pulled out a slip of paper with the words "Olympic Carrier" on it.

"Aren't I supposed to be the advisor here?" Nyx laughed, straddling Roslin's hips and wrapping her arms around the president's neck.

"I love you." The words seemed to surprise Roslin as soon as they left their lips.

"You look surprised." Nyx said kissing her lips.

"It's been a very long time since I've said that to anyone." Roslin admitted.

"I see. Well, I don't recall a time in my entire life where I have said those words and actually meant them."

"I didn't expect you to return the gesture." Roslin smiled softly, running her fingers through short hair.

"I know," Nyx smiled. "I love you anyway, but if you don't want to hear it I'll go away." She moved to get up but Roslin pulled her back.

"By all means, Captain Artemis, if you have something to say, I'll never stop you." Roslin said seriously, kissing the younger woman.

Captain Nyx was late for her CAP.

The End

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