Title: Dark Was the World
Author: Dallas
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica, and its characters, don't belong to me. Which kind of sucks, but I'm dealing with it.
Pairing: Roslin/Adama slightly established.
Rating: Mature
Summary: "She was alone in an all consuming darkness, and it was the worst thing she'd ever experienced."


It was dark in her bedroom, and time stood still. Had it been hours or days since she last asked Tory what time it was? Then again, it could have only been minutes. All concept of time had been lost. She pumped Tory for information whenever she could.

What time was it?

Morning or night?

How many days had it been since they left New Caprica?

When did she last speak to Admiral Adama?

At last count it had been three days since New Caprica had been abandoned, and according to Tory she hadn't spoken to the Admiral in nine hours. He'd been calling frequently once he'd heard she was alive and sworn in as President again. How he'd had the time to do so, she'd never know. Still he had the right mind to stay on Galactica while the ships were being sorted. He hadn't seen her, and she was glad of that. The last thing she needed was for him to see the state she was in. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Madam President?" She felt a hand on her arm, and didn't bother to open her eyes.

"What is it Tory?"

"Doctor Cottle has arrived," Tory said softly. "He'll be here in a few minutes for your appointment."

"Thankyou Tory," Laura muttered, burying her face in her pillow as she listened to Tory leave the room. It was still so dark, as it had been for weeks. Her world had plunged into a much deeper darkness than she was used to. It was all supposed to be better. They were supposed to be saved by the Admiral and continue on to Earth. Nothing seemed to work the way it should though, and she was alone in a crumbling world. She was alone in an all consuming darkness, and it was the worst thing she'd ever experienced.


"Captain Thrace," Saul growled as she finished up with her Nuggets. "The Admiral wishes to see you in his office."

"Yes, Sir," Kara nodded.

"If he asks about Roslin," He began as they walked together.

"I don't know anything," Kara interrupted, with a nod of her head. "Do you think that's why he wants to see me?"

"Could be," Saul muttered. "He's worried about her, particularly with Cottle going to see her today."

"She needs to let him know."

"It's not our place," He growled at the younger officer. "And with everything Roslin did for us on New Caprica, we owe her that much. It won't be forever."

"Let me know what the Doc says when he gets back."

"Of course," Saul nodded and, after a moments hesitation, patted the CAG on the back. "Good luck with the Old Man, Starbuck."


"This could be worse than we thought," Cottle muttered. "We're going to have to go with the bandages."

"No meetings then," Tory sighed from where she sat in the corner of the room. "Or briefings, unless we want this getting out."

"I doubt you could continue without them," Replied Cottle as he helped Laura sit up. "I saw you being sworn in, and it's a frakking miracle no one noticed."

"What can I say?" Laura smiled. "I passed Drama with flying colours."

"As all politicians do, no doubt."

Laura frowned, ignoring his comment. "So, just the bandages?" She asked hopefully.

"And ointment for the cuts and bruises," Cottle grabbed a tube of antiseptic cream and threw it to Tory. "It will ease the pain and stop and infection. Best to put it on after you've showered."

"That should be fun for Tory," Laura muttered sarcastically. After a moments silence while Cottle bandaged her up carefully, she finally decided to broach the subject. "Jack, how's Bill doing?"

"He's about to start airlocking people," Cottle grumbled. "He knows you're keeping something from him, and he's starting to ask questions."

"Oh Gods…"

"The only thing he's managed to uncover is that the Cylons had you locked up when he returned," He stuck a clip on the end of the bandage to keep it from unravelling, and sat back to take a look at her. "How's that feel?"

"Perfect," Laura muttered as her fingers ran along the material. "Does it need to come off at any time or…"

"Take it off before you get in the shower, and it can stay off for about an hour," He turned his attention to Tory. "Miss Foster, she's going to need your help more than ever. It's not going to be fun."

"It never is," She quipped.

"You know, I'm still in the room." Laura pointed out. "Is there anything else?"

"Can I persuade you to tell him what's going on?"

"No." She replied sharply.

"Then I'll let you get some rest."