The Star Child's Heir
(being a Galactica 1980/Max Headroom link fic)
(Disclaimer: Neither Galactica 1980 nor Max Headroom belong to me.)

     It had been seven and a half years since the Galactica had found the
planet they had so desperately fought their way across the universe to
get to. Now it was early 1988, and by now many of their people had
settled in North America.
     But not all of them settled in the United States. 
     One night, after a few hours of listening to a few Earth broadcasts,
Dr. Zee summoned Commander Adama to his room.
     "You wished to see me, Dr. Zee?" Adama inquired.
     "Commander, I do not believe the United States would be the most
ideal place for me to live once I leave the Galactica."
     "Oh?"
     "While it is a good place, and would be perfectly safe, my voice
would blend in more readily with the people of a place called England."
     "I see," Adama considered. "Well, you are an adult now, so you're
free to set up home wherever you think is best. But, please. Keep in
touch."
     "I do not believe I shall have the time."
     "Dr. Zee?"
     "I cannot explain at this time. But do not worry. All will be well."
     "Of course. When will you be leaving?"
     "Presently. There is no point in waiting since we have both known
this day would come."
     "Then, I wish you good luck."
     "Thank you, Commander. I wish you good fortune as well."
     Adama watched as Dr. Zee picked up the suitcase he had packed
between the time he'd been summoned and the time he'd arrived, then
walked with him to the hangar where Dr. Zee's ship awaited. Dr. Zee had
promised would send the ship back to the Galactica after he disembarked.
He would have no further need of it.
     Dr. Zee boarded the ship and sat down in the command chair.
     "I am ready," he told the crew.
     Adama watched as the ship lifted off. As it departed, a nurse
hurried into the room, her eyes full of worry.
     "Who just took off?" she asked.
     "Dr. Zee," Adama replied. "He's decided he would blend in best with
the people of England."
     "He won't be able to blend in with the men of any country in a few
months," the nurse told Adama, concernedly.
     "What makes you say that?" Adama wanted to know.
     "He's pregnant."

Chapter 2

     "Lords of Kobol," Adama breathed. "Are you certain?"
     "We double-checked to make sure," the nurse replied. "We've
estimated that his due date will be sometime this October, though we
cannot be precise given the unique nature of this pregnancy. Even Dr. Zee
himself is not sure how things will progress."
     "He knows, then," Adama said, sounding both relieved and annoyed
that his friend had known his condition when he had left for England on
the planet Earth.
     "He does, indeed," the nurse assured him. "And he has agreed to have
a Galactican doctor accompany him during his stay on Earth."
     "But how does he expect to explain his condition?" Adama wanted to
know. "Surely people will notice!"
     "He says he'll return to the Galactica during the last trimester
when his pregnancy becomes obvious."
     Adama's nod was barely noticeable, but the nurse acknowledge it.
     "Keep me informed," he ordered as he returned his attention to his
duties.

* * * * *

     "Troy," Dillon said about ten minutes later, "I just got the
weirdest call from the Commander."
     "How weird?" Troy asked.
     "He says Dr. Zee has moved to Earth."
     "What's so weird about that? It was bound to happen sooner or
later."
     "And he's pregnant."
     "Pregnant? Are you sure?" Troy inquired in surprise.
     "That's what the doctors are saying," 
     "Shall we stop by and offer our congratulations?"
     "The Commander wants this kept hush-hush as long as possible. Just
in case Xaviar learns of it and tries to take the child as a hostage."
Dillon explained. "He says there's a doctor from the Galactica keeping an
eye on him, but he wants us to drop by from time to time just to make
sure things are okay."
     "That's fine with me," Troy smiled. "I like Dr. Zee. I wonder if
it'll be a boy or a girl."
     "I'm sure we'll know soon enough," Dillon replied. "The Commander
wants us to report to the Galactica for reassignment."
     "Reassignment?"
     "Dr. Zee is in London, England." Dillon explained. "I hear that's a
pretty nice place.

To be continued...