So much life to be remembered...
title: Final Destinations
author:redrockcan
words:645
warning: PF for post flamingos
timeline:Daybreak
A/N: Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the beta!!
Laura was gone. Bill was left with only memories in his heart and mind. He wasn’t sure what to do next.
He needed to do some sort of... something. He just wasn’t sure what that something was. It was strange, he thought. All the time they’d spent together with death walking beside them, they'd never really discussed it.
He chuckled as he remembered her calling him “Admiral Atheist”. It was true, he never believed until he’d met her. She’d given him everything he’d been missing in his life and he wouldn’t trade a moment of their time together. But today, he needed some guidance and he had nothing and no one to help him.
This was something he needed to do by himself anyway.
He wished he’d kept her book of Pythia, burned as it was. He might have found a prayer that was a favourite, but Laura had wanted Caprica to have the book before they’d left Galactica. They both wanted some traditions to be passed on to future generations.
He could read some poetry; he’d kept a few books of course. He wouldn’t let Lee burn everything up in the sun. He just didn’t tell anyone he’d kept them. Laura laughed and pretended to scold him as he’d boxed up some of his most loved titles. She knew him too well. He wiped away his tears and willed himself to finish what he needed to do.
She had told him she’d like Cally’s service, but he couldn’t even remember what was said that day. The harsh reality of her words had devastated him so deeply; he could hardly concentrate on the service. So many days and years since then had blurred together in a flurry of time and space. It had flown by all too quickly.
Now, there was nothing but stillness.
He certainly knew about military funerals, but that just didn’t seem right. Truthfully, Tauron burial customs were the only ones he readily recalled, ghostly visions of his loved ones funerals were burned into his mind forever.
Just like today.
Thanks to her gods she was on solid ground. It was a fear Laura told him, to be left out in cold space. She hated the idea. “Lie to me and tell me you’ll bury me on solid ground. Just say you will, even if it’s impossible.”
Bill had kept that promise to her.
As for a service, Tauron it would have to be. He smiled thinking maybe she would like that. All this time he shunned religion and now he was pulling out whatever memories he could salvage. He couldn’t do much, no black gloves, but he fished out the two silver coins his father had given him long ago.
He’d wanted to use them the day he buried Zak, but Carolanne wouldn’t have any of that. She’d blamed him for the accident. "There would be no Tauron rituals for my son in death. Don’t even think about it Bill.
It was a custom he’d always liked for some reason, placing silver coins with the dead. It was something tangible in a way, something he could touch and he needed that today.
The custom was to cover the eyes, but no one was here to care about his break with tradition. So he slipped one coin into the book they had only recently finished and placed it beneath her hands; kissing them softly as he did.
He’d already given her is heart and soul, but he wanted her to have something today, small as it was. He hoped it was enough to buy her the peace she deserved and send her on her journey home. They would hopefully carry Laura to the other side, whatever, wherever that was.
He placed the other coin in his pocket, waiting for the day he would join her and they would be together again forever.
author:redrockcan
words:645
warning: PF for post flamingos
timeline:Daybreak
A/N: Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the beta!!
Laura was gone. Bill was left with only memories in his heart and mind. He wasn’t sure what to do next.
He needed to do some sort of... something. He just wasn’t sure what that something was. It was strange, he thought. All the time they’d spent together with death walking beside them, they'd never really discussed it.
He chuckled as he remembered her calling him “Admiral Atheist”. It was true, he never believed until he’d met her. She’d given him everything he’d been missing in his life and he wouldn’t trade a moment of their time together. But today, he needed some guidance and he had nothing and no one to help him.
This was something he needed to do by himself anyway.
He wished he’d kept her book of Pythia, burned as it was. He might have found a prayer that was a favourite, but Laura had wanted Caprica to have the book before they’d left Galactica. They both wanted some traditions to be passed on to future generations.
He could read some poetry; he’d kept a few books of course. He wouldn’t let Lee burn everything up in the sun. He just didn’t tell anyone he’d kept them. Laura laughed and pretended to scold him as he’d boxed up some of his most loved titles. She knew him too well. He wiped away his tears and willed himself to finish what he needed to do.
She had told him she’d like Cally’s service, but he couldn’t even remember what was said that day. The harsh reality of her words had devastated him so deeply; he could hardly concentrate on the service. So many days and years since then had blurred together in a flurry of time and space. It had flown by all too quickly.
Now, there was nothing but stillness.
He certainly knew about military funerals, but that just didn’t seem right. Truthfully, Tauron burial customs were the only ones he readily recalled, ghostly visions of his loved ones funerals were burned into his mind forever.
Just like today.
Thanks to her gods she was on solid ground. It was a fear Laura told him, to be left out in cold space. She hated the idea. “Lie to me and tell me you’ll bury me on solid ground. Just say you will, even if it’s impossible.”
Bill had kept that promise to her.
As for a service, Tauron it would have to be. He smiled thinking maybe she would like that. All this time he shunned religion and now he was pulling out whatever memories he could salvage. He couldn’t do much, no black gloves, but he fished out the two silver coins his father had given him long ago.
He’d wanted to use them the day he buried Zak, but Carolanne wouldn’t have any of that. She’d blamed him for the accident. "There would be no Tauron rituals for my son in death. Don’t even think about it Bill.
It was a custom he’d always liked for some reason, placing silver coins with the dead. It was something tangible in a way, something he could touch and he needed that today.
The custom was to cover the eyes, but no one was here to care about his break with tradition. So he slipped one coin into the book they had only recently finished and placed it beneath her hands; kissing them softly as he did.
He’d already given her is heart and soul, but he wanted her to have something today, small as it was. He hoped it was enough to buy her the peace she deserved and send her on her journey home. They would hopefully carry Laura to the other side, whatever, wherever that was.
He placed the other coin in his pocket, waiting for the day he would join her and they would be together again forever.