"How long has it been since you last slept?" - Laura/Lee BSG
"How long has it been since you last slept?" Laura looked up from her paperwork, surprised to be looking at captain Apollo. With the state of the fleet, jumping to an unknown location every 33 minutes, being chased by Cylons for days, she didn't expect him to appear on her ship. She would have expected him to be busy with anything but asking the president whether on not she had gotten some sleep in the middle of a crisis.
"I could probably ask you the same thing." Lee shrugged and sat down on one of the chairs in front of her desk and for the first time she noticed that basically all her staff was asleep. She couldn't blame them. They had been working as tirelessly as she had.
"I've been trained for this. I manage to grab a couple of z's between each jump. I'm more worried about you, Madam President." Laura rose her eyebrows in surprise. He had been worried about her? At a time like this? She smiled to herself as she looked at the slightly concerned expression he wore as he scanned her face.
"I'm fine, captain," she lied, not wanting to tell him that she had never been this tired, this stressed and this terrified in her life. Not ready to tell him that she was dying. She couldn't do that do him, not when he looked just a little bit relieved at her answer.
"Of course you are," he said with a small smile. "Who needs sleep anyway? We can sleep when we're dead," he joked in an attempt to lighten the solemn mood that could be find anywhere on Colonial One. Laura was thankful that he didn't know her well enough to know that her smile was frozen, forced, thankful that he didn't notice the way her throat closed up and for a moment it became hard to breathe.
Thankful that he missed her confusion when she tried to figure out if her brief moment of panic was related to her own fear of dying or her fear of the captain Apollo dying.