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And here comes fic number 2 for today. Set in the Pegasus arc.
Have fun!
Jules xx
He did not know who he was more furious with. Lee or Kara for behaving like the stubborn children they were and thus trying to disobey his orders. Or Helena Cain who had caused the necessity to give these orders in the first place and was threatening to disturb the whole sensitive balance he and the President had been working hard to uphold for quite some time now.
Either way, both meetings had managed to bring up his blood pressure alright and he was now facing the choice whether to just drown his sorrows in one or two drinks (which he felt he deserved) or put on his boxing gloves to blow off some steam.
For once, the more sensible part of his brain won this argument and he found himself in the gym just a few minutes later, aggressively punching a boxing bag that didn't know what it had gotten itself into. As he felt the small beads of sweat covering his face and beginning to drench his tank top, a welcome emptiness started to fill his mind, and he continued letting go of all his frustration in this well-practised dance of his around the boxing bag. Lucky for him, the gym was empty except for him since his crew was busy adjusting to the new line of command and making all the necessary arrangements the Admiral had ordered him to pass onto them. Quickly, he pushed that thought aside again and took a few final blows until the burn in his biceps became nearly unbearable, even though it was a welcome pain.
After he had gathered his gear and thrown on his hoodie for the short walk back to his quarters, having arrived there, he threw his gym bag and his shoes carelessly on the floor next to his couch and covered the small distance to the head, closing the door behing him forcefully before he disposed of his sweat pants and his tank top and allowed the cool spray of his shower to further clear his head.
While the water was pounding down on Bill, the President, having rapped several times without ever receiving a response from the Commander, let herself into his quarters. After the security detail had shut the hatch behind her with a small shrug of his shoulders, she stood awkwardly in the area before his desk, letting her eyes roam the room for a sign that she was not on her own after all. When she realised that the sound of running water came from her left within Adama's quarters, she debated for a moment whether to stay or leave again, but since she was merely two minutes early for their meeting, she equally shrugged her shoulders and flopped onto the couch in a not very presidential manner. Which she absolutely could not have cared about less, even if there had been people present.
The last couple of hours had taken their toll from each and everyone of them and Laura Roslin, despite all the strength she displayed in public, felt exhausted beyond words. Not only was there now a third party to confer with when they had to make difficult decisions that impacted the lives of thousands, which was the case every single day, no, she was no longer really sure who to go to first when they were to discuss these matters. Her instincts, of course, told her to address Helena Cain as the Admiral of the fleet and therefore her equal in leadership, but she could not push aside the feeling of uneasiness that had settled within her ever since the three of them had chatted over drinks in Adama's quarters.
The routine, as impossible as it seemed, which she and the Commander had worked hard to build, had developed its own ease since they both came back from Kobol together and it seemed at stake now. Whatever had been standing between them after he had thrown her in the brig seemed to have vanished after that, and she could not shake off the feeling that there was more than just respect for her on Bill's side, judging from the looks he had given her recently – which displayed a great deal of affection, admiration, but also worry about her wellbeing. Admittedly, she had felt more at ease talking to him since then and had started to appreciate their time together not only as the leaders responsible for the survival of what was left of humanity, but as a trusted friend who, against all odds, even made her laugh and enjoy his company. Their meetings had started to last longer after they had finished discussing everything on their official agenda, and their shared love for literature had strengthened the bond that had begun to blossom between them.
Regardless of what that bond meant, in the light of current events she was all the more anxious to find out what Bill Adama had discussed with his superior officer and what that conversation meant for especially their day-to-day business. Yet, he seemed to have forgotten their meeting since he took his sweet time in the shower. The implications of what that could mean suddenly caused a slight blush to creep up her cheeks, but before she could even lift a cold hand to cool her face, the sound of water unexpectedly stopped. Without batting an eyelid, Laura sat up straight again and impatiently pushed an errand curl out of her face, hoping that whatever thoughts had just crossed her mind were not too openly displayed in her face.
When the door opened, however, she immediately lost the struggle for composure because out of the steamy room came non other than William Adama in his birthsuit, whistling a happy tune and drying his hair with the towel that was in his hand instead of being wrapped around his body, making his way towards his rack where what looked like a complete change of clothes was neatly stacked. Be it because a small gasp escaped Laura's mouth or that his soldier training paid off and he felt the presence of another person in the same room – either way, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks a few metres away from his rack, giving Laura an excellent view at his firm butt and broad shoulders. Instead of turning around, though, even if Laura would have preferred a second glance at his chest (and, admittedly, lower parts of his body which had caused a warm, tingling feeling to spread in her belly and move right between her thighs), he stood frozen to the spot, the towel in his hands entirely forgotten, while Laura did not know what the protocol required her to do in such a situation.
After what seemed an eternity, Bill cleared his throat loudly and, still with his back to her, hissed “Frak! I've forgotten our meeting, haven't I?” Laura, struggling to wipe the smile off her face that had gotten wider ever since he had left the head, licked her lips and, with her head tilted to the left side, replied quietly, the grin still audible in her voice “Yes, I'm afraid you might have...” Hearing her voice might have made him finally realise that he could not be standing there forever since he quickly covered the remaining distance to his rack, grabbed his clothes and disappeared in a corner which was, regrettably, hidden from her view.
Before she could regret the sudden loss of what had undoubtedly become her favourite part of this day, Bill came back around the corner and made her wonder where he had learned to get dressed that rapidly and which situations had necessitated it. Even his face did not show any sign that he had, just a few moments ago, been standing stark naked in front of his other boss (which, he silently admitted to himself, was certainly the one he preferred to be caught with in such a situation).
But instead of pondering any further on that, he approached the couch from which Laura had just risen and gently took both her hands to greet her, searching her eyes for anything that might make their meeting uncomfortably awkward after his unvoluntary but, as he had gathered from her reaction, not entirely unwelcome strip. Yet, looking into the green depths, he could find nothing but the strong personal and professional connection between them. Well, and of course, that Platonic connection aside, the mere touch of her hands caused his body to react to her in ways he was not sure were helpful for their professional relationship. But whatever that relationship would look like in the future, none of them knew at the moment, so he decided to, for once, push aside all those rational and cumbersome thoughts.
Encouraged by the still slightly amused look on Laura's face he let the back of his fingers trace her cheek for a second and then quietly rasped with a lopsided grin on his face “Politics aside, Madame President, I hope today's meeting is not proving disappointing to you?” Holding his gaze despite a fit of giggles almost getting the better of her, she managed to nod quickly and allowed him to help her settle down again, their knees touching when he had taken his seat right next to her, not really ready to jump right into politics and discuss matters so much more depressing than the fact that the President had just been given a very private performance by the Commander, what ever else that might entail.
I know, it’s been a while since we posted fic here. You’ll get two for the price of one today, tho - one maybe a tad lighter than the other.
Hope you like them!
Jules xx
It was another magnificent sunset, one of many he had seen since they had landed on Earth. The sky was covered with specks of orange, pink, and purple, and the clouds looked like oversized, coloured cotton balls. The sun was still clearly visible behind the mountains in the West, but was setting quickly, bathing everything in a magical light.
Sitting on the porch of the cabin he had been building for the past few months, Bill took a deep breath of the warm summer evening air that spread through his lungs and left him feeling at peace. The cabin itself was finally finished; he had worked on smoothing out the surface of the wood on the porch until an hour ago, had taken a swim in the lake afterwards, and after a light dinner of fish and root vegetables, he had decided to enjoy the evening outside, marvelling at this second chance they all had been given on this planet.
A second chance to build their lives, to form new communities, to live without having to constantly run away from an enemy that had seemed to be everywhere and too powerful to ever get rid of for good. Everyone seemed to have found their place in their respective communities and live their lives to the fullest - a life they wouldn't have had were it not for those who had never given up hope that they'd make it eventually, among them the woman he'd brought up here in a raptor all these months ago, the woman he had talked about this cabin with so many times and whose dream it had been for so long to witness her people settle on the promised land.
The old man thought back to the day he had landed the raptor with Laura on top of this hill after having given her a tour to watch the beautiful wildlife on this planet. It had been a bittersweet ending of something he'd not always thought they would make it through, of their journey together through space and time, through hardship and times of happiness, through the deepest worries and the most intense feelings of being loved. He wasn't sure whether he wished these times back.
They all had been together back then, that much was true, and he dearly missed his loved ones being around him every day. But it certainly had not all been good and as time went by, it became tempting to glorify these times more than they deserved. And still, something was missing and it regularly tore him apart, especially on evenings like this when he preferred the last rays of the sun to an empty house.
A hand on his shoulder interrupted his musings and a quiet voice asked him with unmistakable traces of amusement, “Bill. Are you brooding yet again?”
Without turning around, he replied, “No. I'm just admiring the sunset.”
Sighing softly, the woman sat down next to him and waited for him to look at her. Eventually, blue eyes were meeting green ones.
“I know you are, Bill. And it is truly beautiful today. But I've seen that look on your face so many times now, and I know exactly what's going on inside your head.”
Bill took a deep breath and looked back into the sunset. “You know, I just thought after all we have gone through together and after what we've achieved for everyone, I'd feel at least a bit happy. At least for the others. But I'm just so frakking tired.”
Laura gently placed a hand on his knee and squeezed it. “Of course you are, honey. You deserve to be tired after all this time.”
“Yeah, I know…” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “But it is finally finished. Laura, the cabin is done.”
She raised her head and looked around them for a moment, running her hands over the smooth surface of the wooden floor beneath them. Blinking back tears, Laura gently nudged his chin and made him look into her eyes again. “Bill, it is beautiful. You should be so proud of yourself.”
Bill was searching her face for traces of the amused look she had given him earlier, but all he found was a pair of green eyes scrutinizing him with an expression of so much love and warmth he almost couldn't bear it.
Then Laura tilted her head to one side and regarded him thoughtfully.
“But you know what?”
“What?”
Instead of a reply, she swiftly got up, took both his hand into hers and helped him get up from the hard wooden planks as well.
“I know there's this place where I think you won't be tired anymore. And won't have to stare into sunsets alone in the cold later this year. Would you like to join me for a walk?”
Bill took his time to reply, gently cupped her face and stroked her soft skin with the pads of his thumbs. “I'll follow you anywhere, Laura, you know that.”
The radiant smile he received from her, making her look so much younger and happier than when he had last seen her, made Bill feel warmer and calmer inside than he had been in months, and when Laura took his hand again and they walked towards the sunset together, hand in hand, seeking out each other, he knew that feeling would not go away this time.
(…) I always imagined you a realist, Admiral, not one to indulge a vain hope at the cost of lives. But then, everyone has his limits. “Sine qua non”, as they say.
- “Without which not.”
Yes. Those things we deem essential, without which we cannot bear living, without which life in general loses its specific value… becomes abstract.
I need you to know something. I’m Sharon, but I’m a different Sharon. I make my own choices. I make my own decisions. And I need you to know this is my choice. — Sharon 'Athena’ Agathon
BSG: Literally tells you that Laura is dying ever since the first episode.
BSG: Reminds you that Laura is dying almost constantly throughout the series.
BSG: Literally calls Laura “ The Dying Leader”.
Me when Laura dies: Shocked. Appalled. Totally unprepared. Who could have forseen this? My feelings will never recover.
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