Word Count: 1,700
Date: 5/16/05
Series: Season 1
Rating: M
Category: Character
Pairing/Focus: Roslin
Warnings: Language
Summary: I know anyone finding this Journal would tag me as
completely insane. Sometimes I think they'd be right, but it's all true.
Spoilers/Disclaimers: Not My Property, unfortunately
AN: Using AmandaC for this little story. She has given her premisso for it to. Which is very brave of her coz she has no idea what she's in for ha ha 'Grins evilly'
Chapter One
I know anyone finding this Journal won't believe its contents. Oh there is one man who might, who always suspected the truth. Only now as I await my fate do I stop to read its pages to remind myself. I ask myself why? Why I've kept a record? The only explanation I can come up with is a simple one. I want to remember who I was, and who I am now.
I sat looking out my window I was bored yep! Bored. I got up from my bed, closed my blinds, and put Battlestar Galactica the Mini Series into my DVD. I sipped my red wine and started to watch it. It was about the only thing worth watching on the box. Man! Edward James Olmos was cute; I'm even fond of Adama despite his stubborn streak. But the President, she's my favourite character. By the time it was over I was well on the way to being pissed.
I decided to call it quits and not bother with "33" and "Water". They could wait until the following night.
Next Morning
I stirred didn't want to be late for work. I was on days and it was my last one for the week. I was six years in my job and I thought 'You'd get less for murder in some countries'.
I opened my eyes 'Where the fuck am I', I thought. I saw steel bars ahead of me. The cell I was in was Grey and tasteless oh yep 'interior decorator urgently needed'. I wondered how I ended up in Mountjoy didn't remember getting banged up.
There was a bag to my left it looked like an over-night bag. I had no hangover but my chest hurt and I was feeling cold.
I looked downward I was wearing a really nice black suit, white blouse and black shoes to. I looked at my legs 'what I'm bleeding skinny' I was deffo having a Bridget Jones moment. All my life I had to diet, but no matter how hard I tried I could never shift it all. I riffled through the bag finding a mirror at the bottom. I raised it deciding to inspect my appearance ..
I shouldn't have really 'Bad Idea' coz when I did! I passed out
When I eventually woke up, I found, and get this Glactica's Doc Cottle lurking above me 'Creepy git', looking a little concerned. 'Big of Him' I thought. He was one of the few characters on the show I didn't really like. I wasn't gone on Voyager's Doctor either but at least he had a sense of humour. This mutt was as dull as ditchwater and less attractive.
"Madam President, painkiller here for you", he pulled out a bleeding huge needle (Ok I'm a Kildare woman who fecking hated and hates needles).
"Jaysus! That's the biggest one I've seen in a while".
The doctor didn't laugh but, I heard a soft chuckle from the patient in the next bed. Yep guys! I had awoken in Laura Roslin's body me, AmandaC.
Chapter Two
Figured I was having a very strange dream and so I played along. The Doc motioned for me to drop my cacks, which I did, reluctantly. He stuck the needle in my, or should I say in Laura's left butt cheek and injected its contents. I eyed him with equal measures of annoyance and suspicion.
"Was that as good for you as it was for me Doc?"
The dry shit didn't laugh he didn't even smile 'Boring fucker'. I felt like suggesting he visit Moore Street in Dublin. I know there's a bloke selling lives at five for fifty cent and this arsehole could do with at least a dozen. Again I heard a chuckle from the person in the next bed.
I pulled back the curtain, 'Fecking Kara Thrace'.
She smiled "Didn't know you had a sense of humour madam President".
"Full of surprises me"
She eyed me oddly. Then I twigged, I looked like Roslin, sounded like her but spoke differently. I didn't have a bloody degree so my language, though fairly eloquent want polished the way hers was.
Given the cell, I had taken over Roslin's body somewhere around or just after Kobol's Last Gleaming Part Two. I started to try to remember Season Two.
"What's the Craic Lieutenant?", I was trying to figure out which episode I was living through.
"We have the arrow and control of the ship"
Yep knew where I was "And Earth?"
"Tigh led a team down to Kobol and got the Co-ordinates"
"Nice One"
She looked at me oddly again.
"You ok Madam President?"
"It's Laura, we're both off duty. What I'm still employed?", was giving it my best shot.
Kara laughed, "Yep the Quorum decided not to impeach you. Adama was none to pleased to hear that"
"I'll Bet, why wasn't I told?"
"You passed out in your cell. You have been in here unconscious for two days"
"Captain Apollo", there was another hunky character and Jamie Bamber, bless his cotton socks was even more devastatingly handsome than his counterpart.
"Got out of the Brig just after you were admitted here"
"Adama?"
"Tigh's in charge mostly. The old man spends most of his time in his quarters recovering, Doc's orders"
"Right, thanks"
I closed the curtain and half limped back to my bed. The pain in my chest was gone only too replaced with nausea. I was full sure at the time I was going to puke, didn't though.
Chapter Three
I was pleasantly surprised that in this version of the BSG Universe Adama was playing by the rule of law. I wasn't looking forward to facing him that was for bleeding sure.
I was always a big Adama fan, but as I tried to remember Season Two. I had to admit he'd been pretty fucking nasty to my favourite character. I thought to myself 'not this time mate'. Roslin was always too sweet to him even when he was being a little shit. Well see me I planned on telling him to go fuck himself first time he pissed me off and screw him.
Later the day of my first meeting with Adama was scheduled I was snapping, I was a nervous wreck.
Aside from the fact that he was an arrogant Bollix I still fancied the bleeding pants off him. I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
I buttoned up the dark purple jacket. Little Billy K 'bless his little heart' had got some of Laura's clothes to me. I always loved that suit Roslin wore it during the Mini with some high heels and she looked very well indeed. I even found some limited cosmetics in the stuff Billy sent over. A blusher, eyeliner, mascara and a lipstick. I applied it all and a little of the perfume at the bottom of the over-night bag. I was ready to sort Adama senior out.
I sat in the Ward Room waiting for his nibs to arrive, 'he was bleeding late' and there I was thinking that was a woman thing.
Then the door opened, well me heart was in me mouth. There he was William Adama 'Oh Jaysus' I thought 'he's bleeding gorgeous, wouldn't kick that outa the bed for eating garlic or having smelly socks'.
He was dressed in his uniform he'd lost weight. Lads his blue eyes were amazing. No wonder the girls at BSGEB think he's such a fine thing 'he is'.
Adama didn't speak straight away he sat down watching me. In all fairness and truth I was scared shitless. I thought to myself 'Ah yer fecked now'.
"Madam President" he didn't smile he looked fairly pissed off indeed.
"Hello", I decided to let him lead the conversation. I figured it was the safest option.
"I've discussed the situation with Colonel Tigh. That's why I'm here. My son made a valid point when he told me not to throw away the government because the President frakked up"
As a viewer of BSG I can say hand on me heart that Laura's decision could have been handled better. She coulda talked to Adama and explained things. But hers turned out, having watched the entire series to be right. Course couldn't say that to him he'd have a fit.
"Frakked up!", that was it I've got a short fuse and he just blew it. "My arse Mr lets cut her out of her ship and lock her in the brig if she doesn't play it our way".
He looked at me a bit funny kind of like Starbuck had but I didn't give a shit. Everything about him at that moment had me in the height of it.
"You want a slagging match? Well bring it on. Sod this, see you feck off" I got up and left.
I'm sure the poor fucker nearly died Roslin would a never told him to feck off. Well I often thought she shoulda and I was setting things straight.
End Chapter Three