Rumor's Confirmed

          Adama moved toward his grandson, drawing a small box from his pocket.  After removing the Lieutenant's pins he currently wore, he opened the box to pull out and pin the Captain's pins in place.  Two went into the collar of his scarlet jacket, the other two into the collar of his black uniform shirt.

          "You have done well, Roark," he said with a proud smile.

          : Well done, indeed. :

          : I thought you were talking to the Admiral. :

          : Right now, I'm listening, : he said dryly.

          : Oh...hh, scolding you, is he? :

          A snort.  : THAT would be an understatement, love.  Ah...a breath for me to...well FUCK, there goes Dacian, Gabriel and Thorin.  Damn, they can sure get loud when they shout together like that, : he said resignedly.  : And it looks like Raphael and Schyler would like a go at me as well. :  He gave a deep sigh.  : This, I think, is going to be a very long afternoon. :

          Roark laughed suddenly. 

          He just couldn't help it. 

          He saw his grandfather's arched brow and quickly brought himself back under control.  "Sorry about that, Grandfather," he said raising a hand to rub at his chest with a wince.  "I just thought of something.  Why didn't you warn me that's what this was about?  I was scared to death that I was going to be reprimanded for the actions taken, that I was in trouble."

          "Well, you certainly didn't show it.  I couldn't, unfortunately.  Harry also wasn't told about what was happening, and he was ordered to not speak to you about it until you had had your own Inquiry.  As much as we would have liked to spare you the worry, we needed your answers to be uncolored by the prospect of getting a promotion.  Just as we needed Harry's to be.  As it was, you both did very well and answered the question posed to you to satisfaction, however, what really tipped you over was your resistance to give in to the fury and sarcasm, though both were obviously present, that gave you the final points."

          : Hum...mm, most unlike you, : came dryly, though with amusement.

          : You hush-- :

          : Ah, FINALLY, a chance too---well, fuck me, there go Raphael and Schyler, and...OH, JOY!  Severus just entered the office, and his expression does NOT bode well for my continued good health. :

          Roark very nearly laughed again at the exasperation in his lover's tone, but the throbbing that was coming from the wound made him think twice.  That was when he felt his grandfather's arm slide around his shoulders.

          "Come on, let's get you home so you can rest a bit before dinner.  I think you have had just about enough for today,"

          Roark nodded, suddenly feeling completely exhausted.  "I think you may be right, Grandfather," but a sound from the door of the office drew their attention.

          "Not before we have had a chance to look at him again," Sebastien said from where he was leaning against the jamb of the door, a smile curving his lips.  "Take him to my office, Jacob.  Robin has everything ready, and no arguments from you, Rory."

          "Nor planning to argue," he said in a tone that had them both looking at him worriedly.  "I'm suddenly feeling very exhausted, and a whole lot sorer than I have in a few sentars."

          "Come along then.  Time to take a more thorough look at you, and I want to take some blood.  Run a few tests.  I also think we need to adjust your meds.  Severus left me with a potion he just finished brewing with instructions."

          Roark could only nod as he was led from the office.