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[randombks]

Me, writing and posting Battlestar Galactica microfics on AO3 in 2026: 😊

[frakyeahadamaroslin]

Very important information from the book So Say We All:

[veespa68]

Adama and Roslin a love at the end of time ... 💕💞💕

[raydorcakes]

Another Spaceparents Mini-fic for you woes

The last few weeks of her life, all she had tried to do was prepare him for this moment. "You may loose both of us at the same time." "Maybe today is all we have left. And maybe, just maybe, I've earned the right to live a little before I die." "I love you." He had been a fool, and he saw that now. She wanted him to be ready, to be prepared for this, but he had just pushed the thought aside. "I'm not losing either of you." "You came into my thoughts, you flooded them." "About time." Were there Gods on this planet? Was there some sort of higher-power watching over him? Over her? Over them? Curling up beside her grave, he does his best to keep his features schooled. Gods, did he miss her, and it hadn't even been a day yet. How was he supposed to live on his own out here? How was he supposed to survive without the woman that started it all? She had brought the human race salvation, and he too, had found salvation in her arms. He lets out a sad chuckle, reminded of their night on New Caprica. Laying with his arm draped across her grave, a foreign wind biting at his skin, and the stars twinkling above his head, he longed for that again. For the feeling of her in his arms, for the feeling of her body draped carelessly across his chest. Finally allowing himself to cry, Bill manages to sob out, "You're my sine qua non, Laura. And I... I love you." Gods, he hoped she knew that. More than anything, he hoped she knew that. He never told her that he loved her, and he felt like a frakking failure for it. She was everything to him, and he never bothered to tell her that he loved her. "You're afraid of living alone." She says almost questioningly, watching as he pours himself a drink. "And you're afraid to die that way." That was before. Before the cancer returned, before she jumped away on that stupid frakking base ship. Before she told him she loved him. And Bill Adama, in all his military glory, didn't say it back. Of course he loved her. Gods knew he loved her more than anything and everyone else in the entire frakking universe. She meant more to him than Galactica ever had. But now they were both gone, both unfairly taken away from him. If the Gods were real, what had he done to deserve this? To deserve something as painful as losing her? This Earth was all she had ever wanted, somewhere the fleet could call home, permanently. She was so hell bent on finding it too, that she had nearly gotten herself killed. This place, it was what she had dreamed of, and she never got the chance to see it. Her last words came back to him again, floating on a whisper through the wind: so much life. There was so much life here, but it wasn't a life worth living without her. Shaking his head as a single tear escapes, "I love you Laura. Wait for me on that boat you talked about, okay? We'll see each other soon, I promise." He kisses one of the rocks above her head before closing his eyes, begging sleep to overtake him. "Bill?" He hears her voice but doesn't open his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in this dream, "Gods, Bill!" He sits up and looks around curiously, "Laura? Laura where are you?" "I'm right here." He feels a gentle tug on his hand and glances up to find her looking healthy as ever, her natural hair framing her face in dark, curling tresses, a small smile tugging at her lips, "I miss you." "I miss you too." Bill sighs, standing up slowly before pulling her flush against his chest and kissing her strongly, "I never told you how much I love you." "It's alright, Bill." She hums, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest, "Sometimes, when you feel a love the way we did, you don't need to say it. We just knew." "But..." He feels tears building up behind his eyelids again, "But I should've told you. I'm a frakking idiot." He lets out a deep breath. Laura pulls out to look at him, his crystal blue eyes sparkling beneath the moonlight, "No, you're not. You're the man I love. The only one I'll ever love. Nothing will ever change that. I found my home with you." "Gods, I love you!" He cups her cheeks and gently pulls her face up to his, meeting her with a strong kiss, "I love Laura Roslin!" "Bill, stop it!" She laughs, sitting on the ground next to her grave, "You'll wake someone!" He glances over at her, in a pair of jeans and a pink sweater she looked more stunning than he ever remembered, "I brought you here so it would be just us. There's no one around." He shoots her a look as if to say 'told you so' before exclaiming again, "I love Laura Roslin!" "And I love Bill Adama!" She stifles a laugh, coming up next to him and intertwining their fingers. He feels the cold of the ring against his hand and involuntarily shudders. "You kept the ring." He states surprised. "Of course I kept the ring." She smiles, staring out into the valley, "The wig had to go, and those suits were getting old anyways." She pulls at the hem of her sweater, "This was one of my favorite sweaters back on Caprica." "And here I am, still wearing my uniform. Pins and all." He chuckles, coming to stand behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, "How am I supposed to do this without you?" "You survived without me before, I know you can do it again." She says quietly, running her hands up and down his arms, "You can, Bill." "Well, I don't want to." He places a kiss to the top of her head, lingering there as he breathed in a scent he thought he would never smell again, "It's not worth it without you, Laura." "You're afraid to live alone." She reminisces, "I'll never forget how upset you were with me when I said that." "You weren't wrong." He admits, "I'm afraid, Laura." "It's okay to be afraid." She turns in his arms, her own snaking up around his neck, "I don't ever think I've heard you say something like that. The legendary William Adama, Admiral of the Colonial Fleet, afraid to live on his own after years of solitude." She teases, cautiously looking up to meet his eyes, "You'll be alright, Bill." "How do you know?" He asks, gently capturing her lips, "How can you be so sure?" "I don't, and I'm not." She admits, a light and airy tone to her voice, "But you can't live like you're going to die. That's something you taught me. When the Cylons finally stopped jumping after us and we could all breathe," she hums, "we spent so much time living like we were already dead. You don't have to do that here." "But-" "No. No buts, Bill." She responds, pressing a finger to his lips, "You can do this. You've been through far worse." "That's not true." He pulls her into a hug, "Nothing hurts more than this. Not even losing Zak." "I'm right here Bill." She whispers in his ear, "I'm right here." "But it's not really you." He says sadly. "My body is gone, and this may be a dream, but I'm still Laura Roslin." "Hm." He shakes his head, "What am I supposed to do?" "I'd like to see the stars they have here." She responds, tilting her head up, "When in New Caprica." "When in New Caprica." He echoes as they both sit on the ground, their hands still laced together, "Have you seen the sun here yet?" He questions. "No." She shakes her head, "I haven't. Is it nice?" "Heavenly, almost." He smiles, "Can you stay that long? I think you'll enjoy it." "Of course I'll stay." She giggles, resting her head on his shoulder, "I love you." "I love you too." He whispers before his lips lightly graze hers, "Gods, I missed this." "Me too." She smiles, "I'm not going to leave you, Bill. Not now, not ever." Sleeping alone beneath the stars, Laura's grave beside him, Bill Adama lets out a small smile. She was with him now, and they were together again. When he woke in the morning he would be heartbroken, but for now, even this little time with her was good enough. If he slept, she would be with him again, and she'd be whole. She'd be his Laura again, and when he planted his lips on hers, he would tell her how much he loved her. And maybe, just maybe, he would never wake up.

[randombks]

I’m a confirmed Rollins, but I’m afraid all I see when I watch the first scenes with Robby and Dr. Al-Hashimi:

[frakyeahadamaroslin]

what tags do you use for your spaceparents posts?

spaceparents

adama/roslin (or inverse)

adama x roslin (or inverse)

rodama

roslin / adama (or inverse)

laura and Bill (or inverse)

something else I'll leave in the replies

Voting ended onJul 29, 2023

help this blog stay full of good (sometimes painful) things! there are so many tags and it's hard to find the new stuff!

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best spaceparents kiss?

pecks for pips (resurrection ship pt ii)

spooning shoulder kiss (a disquiet follows my soul)

kiss the bride and break my heart (daybreak)

fond forehead smooch (the hub)

making out in front of the kids (the oath)

hallucinating my death nbd (faith)

results/forgot one you numbskull

Voting ended onApr 21, 2023

[ila9182]

Anything For You - A Battlestar Galactica one-shot

Hey everyone! I'm back, this time with a Battlestar Galactica one-shot!

I didn't think I would have been able to write something about the show, but during my rewatch, when I reached episode 4x02 and watched the Roslin/Adama scene that breaks my heart every time, I had to write something.

I hope you will like it! This is my first BSG fic, so I hope it's not too bad.

! TRIGGER WARNING: cancer, hair loss. !

I don't own the show or its characters.

The complete story after the gif or you can read it here!

ANYTHING FOR YOU

Bill knew the moment the words had left his lips that he had fucked up. He knew it, and yet he hadn't seemed able to stop them from coming out of his mouth. When Laura had pointed out to him with her usual pragmatic reasoning his fear of losing the people he cared about and his fear of living alone, he had gotten defensive. The alcohol surely didn't help him to realize what he was about to say.

"And you're afraid to die that way."

He should have stopped there, but somehow the words kept coming out of his mouth and he was making no effort in stopping them. He wasn't thinking straight, it was his frustration, his anger speaking. He was angry, angry with her for thinking that – as always – she knew best, for messing with his head and for trying to reason with him. He was angry at the truth she had spoken, because yes, she was right. Once again. She was right about his fears. Unlike him, she was fully aware she was dying, something that he would never accept. He was angry for the truth she had blurted out in his face, forcing him to confront the thoughts and worries he had always tried to keep at bay.

More than anything Bill was angry with himself. He was angry with himself for not having been able to protect Laura. Kara could have shot her and there wouldn't have been a single thing he could have done to save her.

Bill was angry with himself for letting his feelings cloud his judgment. He, the atheist Admiral – as Laura had called him earlier – was putting the entire fleet at risk for a woman he had come to think of as a daughter, but who could turn out to be a cylon wanting nothing else than destroy humanity. He had never let his feelings take over his – mostly military – decisions, and yet somehow he did this time. The fact that it was Laura who had called him to order had annoyed him even more. It had hurt his pride that he had to be called in order by a woman – yes, she was the President of the Colonies, but still – who knew little, even if she had learned with time, about the military and its decisions.

Bill was also angry with himself for not being able to save her from her inevitable destiny. Watching her waste away with each passing day, the cancer eating her alive and depriving her from her strength was an unbearable sight for him. He felt powerless, useless and he hated that feeling. He hated feeling that, with each passing day, he was getting closer to the moment he would lose her.

Anger and alcohol didn't go well together and Bill knew it by experience. He hadn't even bothered to look at her as he went on, his words as sharp as swords.

"You're afraid that you may not be the dying leader you thought you were…" 

Laura was turning her back to him, not allowing him to see her face. The fact that, when he had glanced at her, he hadn't apparently gotten a reaction – a headshake, a sigh, a tremor – from her bothered him. He had been staring at her with a challenging look when he had spat out his coup de grace.

"Or that your death may be as meaningless as everyone else's…"

Bill hadn't waited for a reaction this time. He had cowardly turned his back and walked away, fearing he might see on her face the pain he had caused her. Cowardly was the appropriate word to use in this case. When you drop a bomb, you either have the gut to stay and watch the consequences unfold, or you leave. He, the brave and fearless Admiral, the one who never surrendered in a battle had chosen the easy way out, as he knew he wouldn't have been able to face the consequences. Had he stayed he would have noticed how her brave face had started crumbling down, her lips turning down and her eyes pooling with tears. But he had left, closing the hatch behind him, as if it would protect him from the chaos he had caused.

Bill had royally fucked up. He closed his eyes and sighed. Ten minutes after their harsh conversation, he was still standing outside his quarters, leaning against the door. His mind was preventing him from going anywhere, he felt as if he was glued to the spot. His guilt was gluing him to the spot. Bill could definitely walk away and let his pride win, or he could go back to her and apologize. He could try to make things right again, he knew it would be the best decision. He couldn't grant himself and his pride the luxury of being pissed at her and ignoring her, not when he had no clue for how long she would still be there with him. He couldn't grant himself the luxury of walking away, ignoring the fact that tomorrow might never come and that those hurtful and harsh words could be the very last ones she would hear from him. He couldn't allow this, he knew it.

It took Bill another few seconds before he opened the hatch of his quarters again. It was silent inside. He slowly closed the hatch behind him and was about to walk back to where he had left Laura a couple of minutes ago when a muffled sob froze him to the spot. Bill listened carefully and heard another sob and a couple of small stutter breaths. He followed the sound of crying and found her, still sitting at the table, her shoulders slumped, her back to him. She was shaking uncontrollably, her fragile body racked by sobs. Bill's heart broke at the sight, aching for each stifled sob and shaky breath she let out. He felt sick knowing he had caused her so much additional pain, as if the one she was already carrying in her weakened body and soul wasn't enough.

Bill closed the distance between them and gently held her against him, her head resting against his stomach. He awkwardly hugged Laura, him standing, leaning slightly against her chair while she was sitting. Laura jumped under his touch and he reassuringly started stroking her hair. She didn't react at first. It took her a few second before she jolted and started struggling against him. Laura tried to break his embrace, as she muttered, "Don't touch me."

Bill knew she was angry. Laura had every right to be angry with him after the hurtful words he had blurted out to her, but he wasn't going to let her win this time. He wasn't going to let her push him away. Bill kept stroking her hair when he whispered, "I'm sorry, Laura. It was unfair and…"

"Don't touch me!" Laura yelled this time, trying to move away from him. His arms were strong around her and she went on, her voice raising with each time she repeated, "Don't touch me!" She tried to push him away, frantically struggling against him and looking on the verge of a panic attack.

"Laura, no. Please listen to me." Bill requested, his voice firm but gentle.

"Don't touch me…" Laura's voice trailed off as another sob escaped her lips, "Go away, Bill, please. Don't touch me."

Bill suddenly realized that Laura pushing him away wasn't only because of what he had told her. His soothing touch came to a stop when he felt strands of hair coming away. He stared at the locks in his hand and then noticed another few on the table. His heart twitched, as he understood why she was looking so distressed. Just as much as him, she had her own stubborn pride and she wouldn't allow him to see her that weak, that sick, that fragile. She was losing her femininity, she was starting to see the most obvious effect the treatment had on her. Bill looked down at Laura and was surprised when he found her staring at him, tears silently streaming down her face.

"It's okay…" Bill whispered reassuringly to her, his hand reaching for her cheek, wiping away her tears.

"It's not." Laura replied, her voice abnormally firm despite the tears. "It's starting all over again…" She moved away from his embrace this time and stood from the chair, "But don't worry, I'll go back to Colonial One. Last thing you need is to wake up in a bed full of my hair." She waved a hand in the air before drying her tears, "This way I'll stay not only out of your head, but also out of your quarters." She added coldly, echoing his previous words.

Bill closed his eyes and sighed. He caught her hand before she passed by him and stopped her. "No, you're not going anywhere, Laura. You're staying here, with me."

"I'm pretty sure it was the last thing you wanted about twenty minutes ago." She harshly replied.

"I was angry and you know that alcohol fraks with my mind." Bill admitted. "I'm sorry, I should have never said those things to you. I've been an asshole with you."

"I don't need your pity, Admiral." Laura replied, shaking her head at him.

"You won't have mine, Madam President. Now don't force me to kick your ass to convince you to stay." Bill offered her a faint smile before adding in a serious tone, "You don't have to face it on your own, not anymore. I'm here for you, Laura."

Laura hesitantly looked at him, new tears threatening to fall at any moment. Bill gave her hand a little tug and pulled her against him. She wrapped her arms around him and he secured her fragile body in his arms. His hand soothingly stroked her back and it was all it took for Laura to break down. She cried silently against him, her tears soaking his uniform, as he simply held her and left from time to time kisses on the top of her head.

Laura calmed down after a few minutes. She stroked his chest gently before whispering, "Bill?"

"Yes?" Bill asked, looking down at her.

"Can I ask you something?" Laura went on hesitantly.

"Anything, Laura." Bill replied with a soft smile.

"Cottle told me it's apparently better to shave my head when my hair starts to fall down. He said something about being less traumatic than waiting for all my hair to come away." Laura scoffed sadly, "Less traumatic, yeah let's say so." She paused and tilted her head a little so she could meet his eyes before asking, "Could you help me shave my head when I'm ready?"

"Anything for you, Laura." Bill agreed with a slightly shaking voice. He tried to ignore the lump in his throat, as he dropped a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be here for you."

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Laura was sitting on his rack in her nightgown, her robe wrapped tightly around her. She looked like she was ready to go to sleep and Bill was about to join her when she met his gaze and whispered, "I think it's time."

Only a couple of days went by after Laura asked for Bill's help. He didn't need any further explanation; he already knew what to do. He took her by the hand and gently led her to his bathroom. Laura silently took her robe off and stared at herself in the mirror. She sighed as she ran a hand through her fragile hair. Her hair. She had always been proud of how it looked. Her thick red mane, her soft curls. This would have been the last time she would see herself with hair. She knew it too well.

Laura noticed Bill handing her the hair clippers and she briefly closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "We don't have to do this tonight…" Bill whispered to her, sensing her hesitation.

"Yes, I have to." Laura firmly replied. "I can't bear the fact of new strands of hair falling every day, I can't watch my life slip away with each passing day. I want to be in control, I need to be in control, Bill. The hair must go."

Bill nodded and Laura covered the hair clippers with a hand. She met his gaze and told him, "I want you to do it."

"Laura, I…" Bill hesitantly started.

"I trust you with my life, Bill." Laura cut him short. "And beside, you should be used to that thing, I'm not and I would like to avoid cutting my scalp. Cottle won't be happy if I end up in sickbay before my next appointment." She added with a smirk.

Bill scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Fine, Madam President."

Bill turned on the hair clippers and looked at her reflection in the mirror. He could see she was trying her best not to break down and he waited patiently for her to give him a sign he could go on. Laura met his gaze and forced a faint smile as she nodded, "I'm ready."

Bill nodded and started shaving her head. When her first locks hit the floor, the tears that had pooled in Laura's eyes and threatened to fall during the whole time started escaping her eyelids. A sob racked her body and Bill stopped, worriedly glancing at her in the mirror.

"It's okay, Bill." Laura reassured him with a shaky voice. "Go ahead, please."

Bill soothingly stroked her bare shoulder before dropping a kiss on it. He then kept shaving her head. With every lock that fell to the ground, he left a gentle kiss on her shoulder. A brush of his lips on her skin to let her know that he was feeling her pain and that he wished he could take it all away. A brush of his lips on her skin to let her know that to him she was still the most beautiful woman in the entire universe. A brush of his lips on her skin to let all the love he still hadn't had the gut to confess to her show. A brush of his lips on her skin as a promise that he would always be there for her at the end of the day. No matter what.

Bill turned the hair clippers off and gently swiped away the remaining hair from her bare shoulders. Laura had closed her eyes at some point when the sight of her beautiful locks piling up on the floor had become unbearable. She hadn't seen the final result yet and Bill knew she would need some time on her own to process what had just happened. He delicately stroked her upper arm and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to take your pills and your glass of water."

It was the only excuse Bill could come up with and he was fully aware it sounded ridiculous. In a different situation, Laura would have argued that she could do it on her own, but she had sensed he was giving her some time alone. She nodded, still not opening her eyes, nor trusting her voice. Bill dropped a kiss to her temple and it took all of Laura's strength not to break down, not to shatter in millions pieces under his gentle touch. She heard the bathroom door close and let out a shaky breath.

Laura slowly swiped a hand over her bald head, feeling the roughness of the hair that was still there, but shaved. She opened her eyes and noticed her locks of hair piled up on the floor. Tears gathered in her eyes, as she hesitantly lifted her head to look at herself in the mirror. When she saw her reflection, her stomach lurched and a sob escaped her lips. She covered her mouth to muffle it, as she closed her eyes again.

She was bald. This was the image of herself she would see every time she would look at herself in the mirror. This was going to be how she would look like until the day she died. Laura felt sick, nausea coming over her, and she was sure it wasn't one of the many effects of the treatment.

Laura shivered. She put her robe on again and wrapped it tightly around her, but it didn't seem to help. Her head was cold. She realized how sensitive her scalp was. She had spent all her life with long hair and now that she didn't have any left, she was feeling cold. She was feeling as if something important was missing. You bet, Laura, you've lost your hair, she told herself.

Laura had to get used to that new image of her. She felt a familiar feeling take over her. Grief. She scoffed at how ridiculous it sounded. She couldn't possibly feel grief for her hair loss, not when she did have a pretty good taste in her life at how devastating grief was. That feeling had been a life companion for a countless years now. She had lost her mother to cancer. Her father, her sisters, her unborn niece or nephew – she hadn't had the gut to ask the medical examiner about this detail – had been killed by a drunk driver. Elosha had stepped on a mine and died while she was going along with Laura on her prophetic trip on Kobol. Billy had been gunned down after he had been held hostage in a bar. Laura had mourned every person of the fleet they had lost after the attack on Caprica. So yes, Laura knew grief all too well. That was why she couldn't allow herself – she found it utterly ridiculous – to feel grief for something as meaningless as hair.

Tears silently streamed down her face as she stared at her reflection. And yet, she did feel grief. It felt to her that a part of her had died with her hair loss, it felt to her that she was just getting a step closer to her own death. It felt to her as if it was the beginning of the end. Laura took a deep breath in an attempt to stop her tears, but failed. Another sob racked her body and she supported herself against the sink.

"Now, Laura, get a grip for the Gods' sake." She muttered to herself before splashing water over her face. She took the towel to dry her face and looked at herself in the mirror again.

Laura heard the bathroom door open again and she knew Bill had come back. She expected him to come closer to her, but he didn't. He must have been standing on the threshold, silently wondering about what to do next. Laura didn't turn to face him. She wasn't sure she was ready to see him again. She wasn't sure she was ready for him to see her that way. She had lost her femininity, she was nothing more than a worn-out body and she doubted he would ever looked at her the same way. She was different now, her bald head being a constant reminder of her precarious condition. How could he look at her now and not think every damn second that she might slip away at any time? How could he bear looking at her sick body? How could he even still like such a repulsive sight?

"Will it be?" Laura asked, her voice numb and hoarse from the crying. She kept staring at her reflection in the mirror as she specified, "Meaningless, I mean…" She finally slowly turned to face Bill and her sorrowful and reddened eyes met his, "Will it be meaningless, Bill?"

His blood instantly froze in his veins. Bill thought she had understood when he had apologized to her that he didn't mean any of the words he had blurted out to her face. He couldn't believe that she had been keeping this question in her mind for days. He couldn't believe that she was even considering he might have said the truth.

Bill didn't waste another second and crossed the room to stand behind her. He slid his arms around her tiny waist and hugged her from behind. His serious gaze met hers in the mirror as he replied, emphasizing every word, "No. Never." He dropped a kiss to her shoulder, as he added, "Not to me. Not to this fleet." He paused, his thumb delicately stroking the skin of her arm, "If it hadn't been for you, we would have been all dead when the Cylons attacked. You convinced me to leave the Colonies. You gave to all of us the most precious gift in the universe. Life, Laura, you've saved us that day. We will always be grateful to you for that, I will always be grateful to you for that gift."

Laura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A tear escaped her right eyelid, rolled silently down her cheek and died in the crook of her neck.

"You look great." Bill whispered to her after a few seconds of silence, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Laura scoffed and rolled her eyes before replying, "For someone who's dying."

"No one's dying, Laura." Bill firmly stated, shaking his head.

"Bill…" Laura let out an exhausted sigh. She didn't know for how long he would keep denying the obvious, but she knew for sure that she didn't want to have that conversation again. She didn't want to go there again, memories of their discussion of a few days ago coming to her mind again. She was too tired – both emotionally and physically – to fight with him about this.

Bill ignored her annoyed tone and repeated to her reassuringly, "You are beautiful."

"And you're a liar, Bill." Laura calmly replied, her eyes glued to her reflection. She didn't seem to be able to divert her gaze from her head. Beautiful, she smirked sadly. This was the last word that came to her mind to describe herself right now.

"Now you listen to me, Roslin." Bill ordered her, in a tone half serious, half teasing, as he gently turned her so she could face him. His voice softened as he added, "You are still the beautiful woman I met right after the Cylons' attack. You've lost your hair, yes, but you are way more than your hair, Laura. You're brilliant, smart… you're unbelievably strong…" He paused and a smile crossed his face, as he reached for her cheek and told her, "and you've got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." He stroked her cheek and Laura smiled shyly, looking down. "If you think I would think less of you because of all this, you're so damn wrong, Madam President. You're a frakkin fighter and you have all my admiration and respect."

Laura slowly raised her head. When she met Bill's gaze, she read in his eyes nothing else but admiration and respect, and even love – if she dared to think that way. "What did I do to deserve you?" She asked, her voice above a whisper.

"You went through hell and you survived. I'm not sure I did that much to deserve someone as extraordinary as you."

The sincerity in his voice took her by surprise. Once again. Laura shook her head and replied, "This is not a contest about who had the shittiest life, Bill. You deserve to be happy just as much as me. We just have to give happiness a shot before…" Her voice trailed off and she cleared her throat before adding, "…before it is too late."

Bill nodded and offered her a faint smile, his hand still on her cheek. They silently stared at each other for a few seconds before he leaned in. His lips were nearly brushing hers when Laura arched an eyebrow and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Bill smirked and muttered to her, "I'm giving it a shot."

Before Laura had the chance to say something, Bill caught her lips in a gentle, but lingering kiss. When he broke the kiss off, he stared at her and offered her a soft smile. Laura opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it again. She smiled at him instead.

"Come with me, I have something for you." Bill told her before she had the chance to find something to say. He took her by the hand, his fingers naturally interlacing with hers, as he walked her out of the bathroom. He gently made her settle in on his rack before sitting next to her. He turned around and grabbed a paper bag from the floor. He handed it to Laura who was staring at him with curiosity. She took the bag and arched an eyebrow at Bill. He nodded to her, encouraging her to take a look inside.

"I know it's not as beautiful as your hair, but…" Bill started, looking down at his fidgeting hands.

"Bill…" Laura whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

"I had Tory looking for it in the fleet and she found a woman who had a shop on Picon and she is still making wigs now." He explained to her.

Laura felt pressure build against her eyelids as she choked back a sob. She held the wig in her hands, delicately running a hand through it and stayed silent.

"I figured…" Bill paused and rectified, "we figured you would be more at ease if you use this in your public appearances… and when you want to feel more comfortable – the woman told Tory it could get a little itchy – well, this could work too." He added with a bright smile as he handed her a neatly folded green silk scarf.

Laura stared at Bill and said nothing. She was at loss for words and felt a lump in her throat. She put the wig down on her knees. Her eyes were filling up with fresh tears as she extended a trembling hand and took the scarf from Bill's hand. She opened it and gazed at it with a smile. She then rubbed her face against the soft fabric, humming contentedly.

"As soon as I saw it, I thought of you. It matches your eyes." Bill told her softly.

This time she wasn't able to hold back a sob. "Oh Bill…" Laura whispered as tears streamed down her cheeks. It took her a few seconds to find her voice back and tell him, "Thank you." She waved a hand in the air and looked up, hoping this would help to blink back the tears. "Thank you so much for all this." She repeated, this time in a more confident and firmer tone. "I can't find the words to tell you how much I appreciate everything you've done and you're doing for me."

"You're welcome, Laura." Bill simply replied, a warm smile on his lips.

Laura stared at the wig on her knees for a while longer and chuckled. When she looked up and found Bill looking at her with an arched eyebrow, she smirked and told him, "It's not blond."

Bill let out a small laugh before replying, "Told you, I couldn't see you as a blonde…" His smile grew wider when he heard her giggle even more. "Moreover I wouldn't risk the President being confused with a Cylon."

And just like that, Laura started laughing. A hearty laugh that lit her face and had her eyes sparkling again. Bill felt his heart fill with joy at the sight. She looked in that brief moment cheerful and it brought back happy memories to his mind. Gods, how much he had missed her infectious laughter. Laura covered her mouth with a hand, trying to suppress another giggle as she replied, "Oh no, you wouldn't… That's the last thing we need right now."