Rumor's Confirmed

          Roark's head came up as beside him, Zac reached out to take the slip of paper containing his new order from him.  "We have been posted to the Galactica as viper pilots."

          Apollo looked down at the printed words there, signed by all of the Military Council, and the President of the Twelve Colonies.  With a smile curving his lips, he looked up at his nephews.

          "Well then, welcome aboard the both of you,  We can always use good pilots, and you two have always been great instinctual fliers."

          "They've BOTH been posted to the Galactica?!"  Athena gasped.

          Zac passed her the paper.  "They have indeed, sister mine."

          "Oh, Rory, Harry, this is great!" she said as he blue eyes skimmed the orders.  "Now we can all be together the next time we head out.  Rabastan?" she turned her head to look at the big man who sat beside her nephew, drawing his attention away from Harry's face, his brow arching.  "Have you received any orders as of yet?"

          He shook his head.  "Not yet, but they could just be waiting for Dolph to make it back."

          "He will.  If he hasn't already."

          "Well, if he has made it back, that would be good news indeed, but for now," Ila said as she pushed her chair back, stood, "I think it time Roark went to bed.  It has been a very long, and, I'm sure, an exhausting day."  She looked around the table, her eyes falling on her grandson.  "It's time you got some rest."

           "That it has, Grandmother," he said as a deep sigh escaped him.  Pushing his own chair back, he got to his feet, an unexpected yawn suddenly breaking free.  Of course, the new meds Sebastien had given to him might very well have something to do with that, as much as anything else.  "Good night, everyone.  Harry, Bas, I'll stop by the apartment after my appointment tomorrow with Ethan and Schyler."

          "Sounds good," Harry moved around the table to his side, drawing him in for a hug.  "I'm sure he'll be home soon."

          "He's already here," he murmured.  "He was meeting with the Admiral and being yelled at when we left Headquarters."

          A chuckle.  "Of course he was," he drew back to look at his brother, saw the exhaustion in his eyes, in the way he was holding himself.  "Get some sleep, little brother, and we'll see you tomorrow.  Good night."

          "Good night, Rory," Rabastan was there, giving him a warm hug before turning to follow Harry from the dining room, though Roark DID see Harry glancing back briefly.

          "Grandfather, please.  This has gone on long enough.  Talk to him.  Talk to THEM."  He turned to him, his look a pleading one.

          He nodded, got to his feet, and hurried from the room, calling out, "Harry, Rabastan, a moment before you go?"

          Roark grinned, but then another huge yawn broke free.  Moving into the hall off the dining room, he went to his room.  A long, hot bath, the last round of his meds, then bed.

          Tomorrow, he would finally get to see Rodolphus.  He was right in that they needed to talk.  He needed to tell him about the baby they had so nearly had, and find out what the hell he had been up to for the last two sectars.

          He also REALLY needed to talk to him about this offer of Peace from the Cylons.  Something was...off about the whole thing, but he was damned if he could figure out why he was feeling so.