Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica belongs to Ronald D. Moore and the Sci-Fi channel. Violet Adama, Jake Camaretti, and Priam Bennick are mine.

Chapter 11: Making new memories

"Come on, please work," Violet said aloud as she attempted to pilot the shuttle. As she had figured, sheer luck brought her to the docking bay. In the confusion her request to dock got through and she broke into a dead run to the engineering section as soon as she disembarked from the shuttle.

She arrived just in time to witness some of the pipes bursting as people made calls for mechanics and engineers. The room began to fill with steam and smoke as she made her way to the crawl-way from her dream. Trying to take shallow breaths, she still ended up coughing. To her surprise, she bumped into Lee's back. He had been called to direct repairs after giving the admiral a brief verbal report and turned immediately.

"Vie, what are you doing here? Go back to your classroom," he advised.

"I need to get to that crawl-way," she stated confidently walking past him as more pipes crashed and hissed.

He grabbed her arm. "Oh no, this is one scheme of yours I'm not going along with. You're going to get hurt!"

"Lee, I can do this!" she protested, wrenching her arm out of his grip. She dropped her day uniform jacket on the floor and looked from her brother back to the wrecked piping that she would have to crawl through to find the switch.

"You're not going. It's too dangerous," he told her flatly.

"You don't understand; I'm the only one who can do it!" she argued, not caring who was listening to the way she addressed him.

Without waiting for him, she entered the small passage and began a crawl. Adama had decided to see how things were going in the engineering sector for himself and found his son staring at the passage. "Commander, what's going on?" he questioned.

"Sir, she just went in there. I think she's trying to reach the switch," Lee answered. The admiral sighed heavily, knowing instinctively that Lee was referring to Violet. I ask again, why do my children like reckless heroics?

She took shallow breaths through the smoke and steam. Already breathing had become difficult, but she kept going. Frak, maybe Lee was right, she thought ruefully as she moved a few loose pipes out of her way. Suddenly one burst near hear and she gasped as she ducked the flying piece of pipe.

Adama heard her and called into the passage, "Vie, are you alright?"

Great, now Dad's going to be mad at me for this too. "Fine, sir," she managed to call back as she continued moving past debris. She pulled her shirt up over her mouth and nose. Finally she saw it: the switched.

Outside the admiral had his arms crossed in front of him, trying not to appear worried in front of his crew. Outside he may have looked like his usual stony self, but inside the worry was eating at him. She has to make it out, I can't lose this one, he realized.

Violet flipped the switch and then contorted herself into a few odd angles until she could successfully turn around and go back out. Her eyes had begun to water from the smoke. "I got it," she tried to call out, hoping someone would hear her. The admiral heard and he stared at the passage with a grain of hope. Finally he heard shuffling and then she crawled out, back into the engine room.

Dirty from the smoke and heat, she staggered and placed her hand against the wall to hold herself up. She heard Jake's voice one last time, "Nice job, Stats." Coughing, she stood as tall as she could, looked her father in the eyes, and said "It's done, sir."

The joy that filled him when he saw her was no longer paying attention to what anyone around them suspected. Without hesitation he pulled her into an embrace and held her securely. "Don't you ever scare me like that again," she heard him whisper. "That was dangerous and there's only one of you here."

"I saw it in the vision. No one else would've known where to go," she commented.

"But I can't replace you, Vie," he told her as he finally let her go. "Come on, I'm taking you to Life Station."

"I'm never going to hear the end of this from Doc," she wheezed. Or from Mom, she mentally added.

"Next time, leave the 'risking your life' part to the professionals," Lee goaded her.

In Life Station Cottle placed her on oxygen for a while as Adama received a call from Colonial One. "Yes, Madame President?" he wondered whether it was professional or personal.

"Bill, I just wanted to check to see how things were. It looks like Galactica took the brunt of the attack," he heard her say.

He glanced over at Violet and noticed that she was breathing better. Then he remembered that he still had her medication. "Bill, are you still there?" he realized that he had been distracted.

"Sorry, yes. Galactica is fine and will continue to be, thanks to Violet."

"What happened?"

"I'll explain when you get there," he commented, knowing that she would be on her way soon. "I need to stop by my quarters first to get her medication though."

"I'll meet you there and you can tell me what this is all about," she responded.

She was already sitting in his quarters when he walked in. They greeted each other with warm kisses. "What happened?" Roslin asked.

He picked up the prescription bottle sitting on his desk. "Walk with me to Life Station."

"Bill, is Violet alright?" she asked with worry.

"I'll explain in the way," he began. They left his quarters and headed toward Life Station, continuing their discussion. "I still need the whole story myself. When I came down to the engineering to assess the damage from the attack, I found Lee standing outside a crawl-way. Violet had climbed in there and was pushing aside pipes and smoke to reach an important switch. If she hadn't done that, parts of the engineering sector would've lost gravity and with a few fires, we could've had some real problems."

"But is she alright?" Roslin questioned again. "Bill, if she's not alright, I'd like to know now."

He put up a hand. "She'll be fine, Laura. Jack just has her on oxygen for a while and she needs her medication. When she came out of the crawl-way, she told me that she was the one who needed to do it because of some vision."

Roslin paled and put a hand over her mouth. Adama raised an eyebrow. "Did you know about this?"

The president nodded slowly. "She didn't tell me much about the specifics, but last night she woke up coughing, having had another dream that told her she needed to help Galactica again."

"You mind telling me the next time she has one of these 'visions' so I know what to expect?" he asked. She could tell that he was annoyed about being left out of that particular loop.

"Definitely. I'm sorry about not telling you earlier," she relayed.

They entered Life Station and Roslin's eyes immediately sought out Violet. She sat on a bed as Cottle took her off of the oxygen. The girl looked up to see a few familiar faces. "Mom, Dad, what are you guys doing here?"

Roslin sat down on the bed next to her. "We were worried. Your father has your medicine. Now, the next time you have a dream, could you please tell us specifically what happens?"

Violet nodded. "Sure. Sorry about not doing that. The alarms went off in the classroom and I knew that I had to get back over to Galactica," she relayed.

"You mean you flew back over here by yourself?" Adama probed.

"Yes." Suddenly she hopped down from the bed. "I have to call Priam and let him know I'm alright. Can I use the phone here?" she asked Adama.

The admiral looked over at Cottle, who simply shrugged. "Go ahead, Vie," Adama told her.

She picked up the phone and waited. After a moment she heard his voice. "Priam, it's me, Vie. I'm alright and I fixed what I needed to fix. I should be able to help you tomorrow. Really, I'm fine. You take care of yourself too, bye," she ended. When she faced Roslin and Adama, a faint blush spread across her cheeks. "I should've called him sooner. He called Colonial One and Dad's quarters."

"Can't have too many people keeping an eye on you," Adama teased her.

"As long as Lee doesn't call. He's more overbearing than both of you," she stated as she grinned wryly. They laughed and headed back to the admiral's quarters for lunch.

After a long day, the girl fell asleep almost instantly. Violet had one last dream like the previous ones though. She was on Galactica, looking out at the stars from the observation lounge. There was no one around her though as she turned to look. Going back to the stars, she wondered what would need fixing this time. The hand on her shoulder startled her and she turned, only to face Jake.

"What do I need to do?" she asked him.

Instead of giving her instructions, or pointing out a problem, he simply smiled at her sadly. He pulled her into a hug and then she understood. A few tears slipped through before they pulled back. She smiled at him in the way he had smiled at her.

"You played the game well, Stats," he conveyed.

She was finished, and he was really leaving. "Thanks, Jake, for everything."

He cupped her cheek with is right hand. "It's time for me to go. Bye, Stats."

"Goodbye, Jake," she replied. He leaned close and kissed her gently.

She did not wake up coughing that night. Her eyes were damp though. She moved to a window and watched the stars for a while. As she took a deep breath, her lips curled into a bittersweet smile and she put her right hand up to the glass. "May the Gods lift those who lift each other. Please take good care of Jake," she whispered. After a moment she went back to bed.

Roslin had heard her stir and rose to make certain that the girl was alright. She found Violet with her hand on the window and heard what was said. Violet was still unaware of anyone else as she returned to her bed. There was something peaceful about her now. The older woman walked over to the same window to watch the stars for a while.

Since the attack two days had passed. Violet and Priam had continued teaching and it looked as though life had finally begun to settle into a calm routine for Violet, ending with a family dinner. This night would be different though. Adama and Roslin had planned a small service for Violet's Galactica.

She stood holding a lit candle, looking down at the eight unlit candles by the window that had been set out on top of a black and purple cloth. Roslin spoke first. "We are gathered to remember our dead, to remember their sacrifice, to honor their memory."

Violet watched her nod and then she spoke. "We honor the memories of Bill Adama," she paused between the names to light a candle, "Laura Adama, Lee Adama, Zack Adama, Kara Adama, Saul Tigh, and Jake Camaretti. We light this last candle for those who are too numerous to name. May they all find the same peace."

"May the Gods lift those who lift each other," the admiral stated.

"May our loved ones find eternal rest in the Elysian fields," Roslin added.

Violet closed her eyes for a moment of silence before the end response. "So say we all?"

"So say we all," Adama and Roslin responded in unison.

As the tears ran freely down her face, Violet was still able to smile. They had given her something she had needed: closure. And with that sense of closure, she had the strength to continue in her new life. A week later, Kara, Violet, Priam, and Lee found themselves in the admiral's office.

"Sir, are we in some sort of trouble?" Kara inquired.

Adama chuckled and shook his head. "I need your help, all of you."

Glancing around the room, Violet smirked as she realized who was missing. "You want our help in planning a date, don't you?"

He only smiled at the fact that she could read him so well. "Yes, actually. Kara, do you happen to have another bottle of that clear stuff?"

"Sure but I…" she trailed off and dealt him a wry grin. "Holy frak, you used the first one?"

Violet and Lee locked gazes and started laughing. Adama looked between them and then back to Kara. "Those two used it to spike some punch, but since then I've misplaced that bottle. I suppose in a way I took you up on your advice," Adama remarked.

The wheels in Kara's mind quickly turned and she assessed what he had meant. Then she joined in the laughter too. What was truly comical was the incredulous expression that Priam was giving them, as if they had all gone temporarily insane, which of course made everyone laugh more. Finally Violet recovered first and took a deep breath.

"I'll tell you about it later," she said to Kara.

"I can find another bottle, sir," Kara commented.

Adama cleared his throat. "Good. Now Lee, I need you to bring the president to my quarters, but tell her it's a military matter. Vie, Priam, if you two wouldn't mind, I could use a little help with dinner."

They both smiled. "Gladly, sir," Priam responded.

"Now I can handle the music, but I need one more favor," the admiral paused and actually blushed. "Do any of you know where I can find a ring?"

Kara grinned madly. Lee rolled his eyes at Violet's smile, which read 'I told you so,' but then he smiled back. Priam stared at Adama with surprise, but also admiration. He looked down at his shoes and thought for a moment, holding his index finger to his chin. Finally he looked up again.

"I might know someone. A friend's aunt took a good amount of jewelry with her when she left Caprica. What size ring are you looking for?" he asked.

Adama's face went blank as he thought, but Violet had the answer. "She wears a size six."

I'm actually going through with it. This is really going to work, Adama thought to himself. "Thank you, all of you. Now let's get started," he ended.

Roslin looked up at her desk to find Lee standing in front of her. "Lee, what can I do for you?"

The younger man smiled. "The admiral has some military issues that he wants to talk to you about, if you wouldn't mind meeting with him in his quarters."

She immediately stood, concern showing on her face. "Is there some reason he doesn't want to meet me here? Is he alright?"

Lee put a hand on her shoulder. "Everything's fine. He just wanted to have a more relaxed meeting."

Sighing with relief, she nodded. "Alright then, let's go."

When they reached the admiral's quarters, Lee stopped to knock. Priam and Violet exited, leaving only a sliver of light to be seen behind them, and were surprised to see Roslin there. "You're early," Violet told her brother.

Roslin raised an eyebrow and studied the two. "Priam, is there something I should know about?"

"No Laura, everything's fine," he relayed calmly.

"I meant between the two of you," Roslin stated with a smirk, gesturing between Priam and Violet.

The girl sighed and faced him. "I told you we shouldn't have gone back for the garlic. If we hadn't been looking for it, we would've been gone before she arrived."

Priam laughed. "I thought it was the sauce you made that took so long," he teased.

Everyone was saved from further discussion when the light turned off and Adama stepped outside. "Hello Madame President," he greeted her with a hand shake.

"Admiral," she greeted in return. Something in his smile told her that this was all part of his plan.

He faced the others. "Mr. Bennick, Lee, Violet, please try to stay out of trouble," he requested.

Violet smirked. "It's only cards, Dad."

"Just remember to leave everyone else with some dignity intact," he reminded her.

"We promise to bring her over to Colonial One in a decent time, sir," Priam mentioned.

The admiral smiled and shook his head. "At ease, Bennick. I wouldn't be letting her out with you two if I didn't trust either of you. And then there's the fact that she'd sneak out anyway."

"Dad, I am standing right here. I thought we were going to forget that part," she remarked.

"Sometimes there are things that need to be said. Mr. Bennick, Vie has a good sense of judgment and if she trusts you enough to seek you out when she has a problem, I trust you also. You're playing cards with Starbuck and it's actually her I'm worried about," Adama explained.

"Thank you, sir," Priam added politely.

Adama grinned back. "Now go, all of you. The President and I have other things to tend to." As they left, he turned back to Roslin. "I'm going to turn the light back on, but I want you to close your eyes," he instructed.

She did as he asked and after he turned the light back on and shut the door, he led her to what felt like a chair. She heard him step in front of her and then felt his lips on hers in an affectionate kiss, which she responded to. "Open your eyes, Laura," he stated as he pulled away.

Someone had gone to the trouble of setting out and lighting several small, gardenia-scented candles. The table had two long orange candles in their brass holders on top of a white tablecloth. Dinner looked like green spaghetti and painfully procured red sauce to go with it. There was also a familiar bowl of punch on the table, but the punch seemed to be a different type than the last batch. Adama pulled out a chair for Roslin and took his seat after she was comfortable.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Something she could not name about the ambiance of the room caused her to blush. "It's lovely, Bill. How in the world did those two make this?" she commented, looking at dinner.

"They're just good at it. All Violet needed was a little help and she's almost as good at improvised cooking as Bennick is," he paused as they began eating. "I've been thinking about what you said and I'll tell her she can date in a few months. While we were getting all of this ready, I overheard the talking. He's been a big help to her adjusting, and he read her well," Adama relayed.

Roslin swirled the noodles around her fork. "Yes, and she's been a terrific help to him in the classroom. It took a while for him to adjust to things after New Caprica. He trusts her possibly as much as she trusts him. They seem to be good for each other."

He poured them each a glass of punch. "I'll admit that it's spiked, but it's got more of a berry taste to it than before."

She took a drink and smiled. "This is good. Tell me, who knew about this… date you have obviously gone to great lengths to plan?"

"I had to let Starbuck in because the other bottle she gave me got misplaced. Lee had to know in order to bring you here without too many questions. And of course I needed some ideas for a good meal," he explained.

Priam, Lee, and Violet soon arrived in the mess hall to find Kara and Tigh ready for the card game. Dee and Anders had shifts that evening. Lee took his seat, but Priam pulled a chair out for Violet before taking his own seat. Tigh offered drinks. Violet refused, explaining that she was not old enough. Priam declined, saying that he did not like the taste. Lee wondered to himself if Priam had actually declined because he wanted at least one sober person to escort Violet back to Colonial One.

As the game began, it became clear that Violet and Priam were both precision card players. "Hey Bennick, how come you never stuck around for cards before?" Tigh inquired.

"In those days I had a late shift," he explained.

Kara was surprised at how well the newcomers were doing. "Vie, who taught you how to play cards?"

Violet smirked and glanced at both Lee and Kara. "I had a father, a god-father," she paused and glanced at Tigh, who scowled back, "two brothers, and a sister-in-law who were all very good at it."

"That explains one of you. What's your excuse?" she goaded Priam.

He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. "I had seven brothers and sisters that I couldn't lose a game to, and while I was on New Caprica, I played cards because I was horrible at pyramids."

At the end of two rounds, Priam and Violet ended up at the end. They were calling draws and stopping until an intoxicated Kara ordered them to finish the next game. Priam had raised the stakes. "I'm out," Lee remarked. "Dee's already going to be mad at me for what I spent at the bar."

Tigh put his cards down and scooted his chair back, sighing heavily. "Damn, I'm out too."

Kara frowned at her hand in disgust and slammed it down on the table. "This is pathetic! I fold," she said before taking another drink.

Priam and Violet faced each other. "Don't think that I plan on folding," Violet conveyed.

"It's not you," he responded.

She glanced at her cards and placed another credit in the pile, looking him directly in the eye. "I see your bet, and I raise you."

He smirked and shook his head. "The odds are that you don't have that good of a hand."

She snorted. "Just because you teach math, doesn't mean that you know more about this game than I do," she challenged calmly, sitting up straighter and resembling Roslin.

"You're bluffing, I can see it," he relayed, matching the new bet.

"You're worried that I'm not. As you've noticed, I like competition," she stated with a sly smile.

"I know you're bluffing," he persisted.

"Then you go first," she suggested. He laid is cards down and her expression shifted from cunning to discomfort. "Oh," was all she managed before displaying her cards. Sighing, she still smiled. "You were right."

"You were overconfident, and that's what tipped me off," he told her with a smirk.

She slowly smiled back and laughed. "And you tell me that you can't read minds. Do we still have time for one more game?"

He looked at his wrist watch. "We should. I think it would go faster if we played in teams."

"Nice way to get out of the draw," Lee mentioned.

Violet nodded and then yawned. "And then I believe a good night's sleep is in order. It's going to be a long day of physics equations tomorrow." She then wondered how the president and the admiral were doing.

Roslin glanced around the room again. "You honestly don't expect them to come back this way tonight, do you?" she teased with a mischievous grin, laying her jacket over the back of her chair.

He chuckled. "I think an admiral and a president could do without any interruptions once in a while, especially since I left a sign on the door, telling them to take Violet back."

They ate, content to enjoy each other's company. As the finished eating and drinking a few more cups of punch, she heard music again, this time a pleasant slow number from an old Caprican band. It reminded her briefly of the music from Colonial Day. He stood and walked over to her, offering his hand. "May I have this dance?"

"Of course," she replied calmly.

His left arm went around her waist as her right arm draped over his shoulder. Their other hands met and the fingers laced together. Neither spoke for a few minutes. He kissed her cheek and broke the silence. "I have loved you probably since Colonial Day."

"And I have loved you since you found us on Kobol and told me that it was good to see me," she added.

The song had changed, but they stopped dancing to kiss tenderly. He pulled away in order to reach into his pocket. Bringing out a crumpled blue handkerchief, he looked directly into her green eyes. "Laura Roslin, I love you very much. I have enjoyed working with you, but more than that, I have enjoyed being with you," he paused and glanced down at the cloth in his hand for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

Facing her again, the opened the cloth and removed a small gold ring with three emeralds embedded in it. "I had to ask a few favors to find this. I know they're not diamonds, but… Laura Roslin, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

After the second that he slid the ring onto her finger, her lips were pressed to his in a sound kiss. When they broke apart for air, they rested their foreheads together. "Yes, Bill, I love you too," she whispered. "Yes, I will marry you."

They kissed passionately as he pulled her closer to him. One of his hands wove itself into her hair. Her own hands moved to his neck, and then one of her hands raked its fingers through his hair. "In any timeline, I do believe that this was meant to be," she murmured.

"I couldn't agree more," he told her quietly. His lips quickly found hers again and he kissed her deeply. She wrapped one of her legs around his so that she was full flush against him.

"No interruptions this time," she said before he suddenly picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.

It was 0500 when they woke in each other's arms, their clothing scattered all over the bedroom floor. "I suppose I should get back to my ship," she murmured as he opened his eyes.

"I'd love to see your aide's face when you tell her where you spent the night," he joked.

She giggled. "And the colonel will probably be giving you suggestive looks all day," she teased.

After taking showers, both were dressed and he walked her to the docking bay. "I suppose we should set a date now," he began, unsure if she would want to wait long or not.

Seeming to read his expression, she gave him a small smile. "With family and friends helping us, I'd say that a month would be enough time."

He grinned in response and kissed her soundly before she left. More than seeing her aide, Roslin knew that the other person who would have an interesting reaction would be Violet. The girl met her as she stepped aboard and after making an assessment from a scrutinizing, yet amused look, she hugged the older woman.

"I'm sorry I wasn't back earlier," Roslin began.

Violet smirked. "You weren't supposed to be. Did you have a good evening?"

Roslin blushed. "Yes, I had a wonderful evening. Did you know about this?" she showed Violet the ring.

"Oh that's beautiful. I knew about it, but I didn't see what it looked like," Violet relayed.

"And how was your card game?" Roslin inquired.

"Priam and I wiped the floor with everyone else," the girl answered with a wry grin.

Hearing voices, Tory entered the room. Though she had gotten over her cold, it proved easier to have Priam take Violet to the classroom. "I've got to finish getting ready," Violet mentioned as she headed for the bathroom.

Tory seemed unsure of what to say at first, but then found her voice. "Madame President, I presume you spent the night in the admiral's quarters?" Roslin heard the reprimand in the other woman's tone.

"Yes. He and I are to be married in about a month," the president replied frankly, showing the ring.

Eyes wide in shock, Tory looked down at the files in her hands. "This will end up being made public. I hope that you have planned what you will tell the press."

Roslin sighed at her aide's dogged pursuit of public image. "Tory, everything will be fine."

A planet with a variety of fruits and vegetation had been found two weeks before the wedding. With the food supplies restocked, Priam and Violet were able to do the catering for the wedding without much trouble. Kara handled the drinks as well as minimizing the guest list. Lee and Tory cooperated with the press, coming to a compromise of a small wedding that would be broadcasted.

However, with the wedding preparations there was one problem: Violet had nothing appropriate to wear. She slumped down in a front-row chair after the students had left and groaned. Priam raised an eyebrow and sat on the edge of his desk in front of her.

"Is it really that bad?" he probed with a half-smile.

She sighed and shook her head. "It's dumb, but it bothers me. They're getting married in two days and all I have is my day uniform and a pair of sweats. I'm supposed to be her maid of honor and I don't have dress or anything close," she expressed.

He leaned forward and folded his hands. "It's not dumb. If my parents were getting married, I'd want something nice to wear too. Hmm," he paused and studied her. "Stand up for a minute."

Violet complied and Priam extended a hand from himself to her head after also standing. "What is it?" she inquired.

"I think that I might have an idea. You're about the same height as Kat," he mentioned.

She raised an eyebrow. "Who's Kat?"

"She was a good pilot, and a good friend. When we were trying to get to the planet where we found the algae, several of the pilots were exposed to radiation. Kat died after bringing one of the colony ships through the radiation nebula. I think Starbuck might still have her affects in storage. I know she wore a dress to an event on New Caprica. I know it sounds a bit morbid, but it might be a way to find you a dress on short notice," he suggested.

They sought out Kara and she agreed with Priam that Violet could probably wear the dress, if they could find it. Kat's things were supposed to be redistributed, but with all the recent problems they had dealt with, she had forgotten. The box had ended up under Kara's bed. The dress was neatly folded and was revealed to be a simple garnet cocktail dress.

"This is beautiful," Violet exclaimed.

"We'll go out so you can try it on," Kara encouraged.

She and Priam stood outside her quarters as Violet closed the door. She emerged five minutes later. "You look awesome!" Kara told her.

Unaccustomed to wearing dresses, Violet blushed. Then she slowly faced Priam and he noticed the hint of nervousness in her eyes. Smiling, he walked over to her. "You really do look nice Vie, but we need to find you a pair of shoes now."

Glanced down at her usual boots and grinned wryly. "Got any more ideas?"

"Maybe your parole officer could loan you a pair," he suggested.

Kara looked at the two incredulously. "Parole officer? What are you two talking about?"

Priam and Violet laughed at their private joke before she answered Kara. "He means Tory."

It took all of Violet's negotiation skills, but after an hour she was able to convince Tory to let her borrow a pair of open-toed black shoes for the wedding, but only for the wedding. The ceremony was to take place on Colonial One. Lee was his father's best man while Violet was the maid of honor. Dee and Kara were brides' maids. Tory kept a watchful eye on the two members of the press attending while Anders took pictures. Cottle sat near the press next to Priam and chuckled with the priest as they watched Adama continue to look at the door and pace back and forth in his gray dress uniform.

"She'll be here, Bill. I'm as certain of that as I am of the work load I'll have when I go back to Life Station," he tried to reassure the admiral.

"But what if she suddenly changes her mind? What if she's decide to hide on Colonial One and-"

"Dad, look behind you," Lee interjected.

Roslin entered and Tigh was walking her down the isle with Violet following. Dee had helped Violet curl her hair so that it hung down in ringlets. Roslin's hair was it's usual wavy graceful style and she was radiant, wearing a borrowed cream-colored drape-neck dress with fluted sleeves and a skirt that flared out slightly, borrowed from one of the Quorum members. Adama thought that she looked stunning. She caught his eye and blushed.

As Tigh let her go in front of the priest, Adama whispered, "You look lovely."

She grinned and replied, "You're not so bad yourself."

The ceremony seemed to go by in a blur. The only part Adama and Roslin would actually remember later was the passionate kiss at the end. They broke apart quickly though when they remembered the two members of the press. The president turned to them. "You can get shots of us leaving the ceremony, but we need you to step outside for those if you don't mind," she requested, receiving a nod from Adama.

The president and the admiral turned to Violet as the press made their exit. "There is one more thing to this," Adama began. "We know you're seventeen, but we'd like to make a few things official and adopt you as our daughter."

Violet looked from one to the other with confusion. "But I thought… I mean when I showed you the album-"

"We want to be your parents, not just because of what two people who look like us were able to do, but because we have both grown to love you and we want to make this as official as we can," Roslin whispered.

Understanding, she grinned at them both. "I love you guys too. Let's do this," she agreed.

After papers were signed, Roslin and Adama left, being photographed by the press as they headed for the shuttle that would bring them to Galactica. The plan was for them to have a two-day honeymoon in his quarters, from which they were under no circumstances to be disturbed.

Dee, Kara, Lee, and Anders left soon after the admiral and the president. As Violet tried to leave, Tory stepped in front of her. "Alright, it's over. Now give me back my shoes please," the aide nearly demanded calmly.

Violet took a deep breath, using her reserve of patience. I am not going to let her ruin today by getting on my nerves. "You will allow me the courtesy to at least retrieve my own shoes first," she told the aide in as presidential a voice as she could imitate.

Tory was expecting more of a battle. Such a political response actually caused her to falter and she simply nodded, leaving the room. Violet faced Priam, who had watched the scene with a smirk of mild amusement. "See? I can stand on my own two feet just fine," she remarked.

He chuckled and the two shared wry grins. "I never thought that you couldn't. I think now she's sure though," he paused and glanced at the door. "I'm going to find the others and get something to eat. Since we helped prepare the food, we might as well enjoy it too."

She nodded in agreement. "I have to trade shoes first. Thanks for… being here."

They paused, as if waiting for the other person to do something. Violet giggled and then hugged Priam. He hugged her back and before she pulled away, he whispered, "You look beautiful." Blushing scarlet, she smiled her thanks and disappeared into the sleeping area while he left the room and found the others at the buffet.

Roslin and Adama found that they worked better married than they could have imagined. She spent most nights on Galactica while Violet was given permanent guest quarters on the ship. Violet and Priam continued to teach, becoming better friends as time passed. On her eighteenth birthday, the four of them along with Lee, Anders, Kara, and Dee had shared dinner and Violet had received a few gifts.

Her parents handed her a rectangular one wrapped in a towel, since there was no wrapping paper. She looked at the object with keen interest when she saw that it was a dark green photo album. "Your other one was full, and we thought you should start a new one with some new memories," Adama commented.

Violet smiled brightly as she noticed that the first couple of pages had pictures of their recent wedding. "It's wonderful. Thank you very much," she conveyed.

Priam cleared his throat. "There is one more thing," he paused as all eyes focused on him and he faced the admiral. "With your permission, sir, I'd like to take your daughter out for dinner tomorrow night."

Adama grinned broadly. "For Kobol's sake, Priam, at ease," he relayed. The he looked toward Violet. "It's your call, Vie."

She walked over to the young man and smiled politely. "Yes, I would like that very much," she responded. Later, Priam was the last guest to leave and he gave Violet a quick peck on the cheek as he headed out of the door.

The following evening, Adama talked to the two before they headed out on their first actual date. "Now I have to say this because I'm your father. You two be home by a descent hour, and no funny business," he instructed.

Violet grinned wryly. "Dad, do really think that the two of us would get into any trouble?" she remarked.

Roslin giggled, standing to the right of her husband. He looked back at Priam and his daughter. "Him, probably not. You, we all need to keep an eye on. Might suddenly decide to save the ship again," he teased.

"Go on, you two, have fun," Roslin interjected. The younger two waved and headed off. Adama closed the door and turned back to his wife.

"You enjoy undermining me, don't you?" he goaded with a smirk.

She stepped closer to him kissed him tenderly. "You're so much fun to undermine, especially when you play along," she teased with mischief in her eyes.

"Oh? And what would you call 'playing along?'" he questioned as they sat down on the couch.

She answered him by kissing him slowly and languorously. "You know full well what I mean."

He took one last look at the closed door. "You think they'll be alright?"

"I'd trust them before I'd trust us," she answered.

"You're probably right. It's amazing how her being here managed to get us together," he commented.

She nodded, kissing him again. "Someday this will be a fascinating story to tell the grandchildren."

He groaned and shook his head. "Please not yet. Letting her date is bad enough. I want at least one member of this family not to flunk family planning." They laughed heartily, feeling content in each other's arms, and hopeful about the future.

Fin………………………

(A/N: Once again I apologize for the late posting of this chapter. The memorial service for the other Galactica was my improvising based on one of Adama's speeches. I was speculating on the ring size).

(I had fun writing this story and I hope that it was a good read. My thanks to Mariel3, carolann, Trinity Everett, and csiAngel for reviewing :D).