This is just a drabble that I felt the need to write. There's no real plot or anything. It just kind of flows. Spoilers for Home, Pt 1 & 2.
"Something wrong, Laura?"
Roslin shook herself out of the sudden reverie she had found herself in watching Captain Apollo sitting hunched over by the fire next to Lieutenant Thrace to look over at Bill Adama. "Excuse me?"
Adama gave her a small smile at that. "I asked is there was something wrong. You had a...look."
She shook her head. "No, nothing wrong. I just realized something."
"Another revelation?" Adama asked lightly, obviously concerned for her. A concern that threw her equilibrium off momentarily, unused to the Commander's concern as she was.
"No, nothing like that." She assured him with a bemused expression as she turned her eyes back to the two young pilots. "I just realized how young they are."
"And we are not." Adama commented tiredly.
"I don't mean it that way. It just struck me how much Captain Apollo has changed since the first time I met him." She commented absently.
"For the better I hope." Adama replied.
She smiled at that and returned her gaze to Adama's own. "You and I both know the answer to that, even when we disagree with him. He's a good man, but much too young for the responsibility he carries with him."
"Lee tries to do the right thing. He's stubborn like that." Adama noted with no small amount of pride in his voice.
"Like father, like son," Roslin agreed earning a grudging nod of agreement from Adama. "I know it's silly, but I can't but worry."
"I worry too." Adama admitted softly, earning a surprised look from Laura. "He is my son, afterall." He added defensively.
"He didn't say anything to me, but I'm certain he thought he would never see you again after we left Galactica," she cast a fond glance at the young Captain. "In all honesty I'm surprised he left Galactica to support me."
"He believes in you."
"No, not any more. I doubt he believes in anything anymore, let alone in me."
"Then why did he support you this far?"
"You don't really believe that. Do you?"
She shook her head in bemusement. "I don't know why he supports me. When we were in the brig, I tried to thank him for his support but he brushed it off saying he hadn't done it for me, but for nothing. I think he wanted to say something else, but I'll probably never know what that was now."
"He trusts you." Adama stated firmly.
"And I trust him too. The only time I didn't trust him, he used a tactic that no one said would work on the Cylons to save us," Roslin murmured. "I learned my lesson well."
"Any disappoint me he has towards you will pass."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because he knows you're not doing this out vanity, or personal gain. You're doing this out of your own duty."
"I hope you're right."
"I'm the Commander. I'm always right." Adama said with a teasing grin.
She laughed at that actually earning the startled attention of the rest of the Colonials nearby and a puzzled expression from both Apollo and Starbuck. "Well, let's do our duties and pray the Lords are willing to point us the way home."