First Dates
Title: First Dates
Author: bugs
Word Count: 300
taxiverse #14
~*~
A phone call to Saul Tigh with only the sparsest of details had still led to a blunt question: "Did you frak her?"
"Dammit, Saul, she's not that sort of woman."
"Okay, drive home and I'll set you up."
"I thought I'd see if I could catch a fare back."
"Sure," Saul said, not fooled for a minute. "Listen--" His friend had pulled up his phone's directory. "There's a hot Marine up there; met her during muster-out..."
"I don't want any of your dates--"
"What are you sayin'?"
"Nothing," Bill had grumbled.
"I just got her number!" Saul insisted.
Across the table, Bill quickly smiled at Erin Mathias and ordered a drink from the hovering waiter.
Bill buried his nose in the menu. It had literally been years since he'd been on a date. Now he was confronted by this former colleague with her frank gaze and athletic frame discreetly revealed by her sundress.
For some reason, he hadn't felt this unsure with Laura Roslin.
A dropped tray made the former Marine's head snap around.
"Hard to let things go," said Bill.
"Yes. It's even harder when your ship was shot down," she said levelly.
Bill nodded. Two great battlestars, Galactica and Pegasus, lost in battle. At least his had limped to dock, but the Mathias' had been nuked by a Cylon basestar. The sergeant had been leading an assault on the Armistice Station while the Pegasus' captain had gone down with her ship. Colonial Forces had held back a Cylon invasion, using urgent intelligence to spring their own surprise attack at the remote outpost.
And now they couldn't even speak of it. What would two old soldiers make small talk about?
Then a familiar sweep of red hair caught his eye, and Bill couldn't help but smile in relief.
~ end
Author: bugs
Word Count: 300
taxiverse #14
~*~
A phone call to Saul Tigh with only the sparsest of details had still led to a blunt question: "Did you frak her?"
"Dammit, Saul, she's not that sort of woman."
"Okay, drive home and I'll set you up."
"I thought I'd see if I could catch a fare back."
"Sure," Saul said, not fooled for a minute. "Listen--" His friend had pulled up his phone's directory. "There's a hot Marine up there; met her during muster-out..."
"I don't want any of your dates--"
"What are you sayin'?"
"Nothing," Bill had grumbled.
"I just got her number!" Saul insisted.
Across the table, Bill quickly smiled at Erin Mathias and ordered a drink from the hovering waiter.
Bill buried his nose in the menu. It had literally been years since he'd been on a date. Now he was confronted by this former colleague with her frank gaze and athletic frame discreetly revealed by her sundress.
For some reason, he hadn't felt this unsure with Laura Roslin.
A dropped tray made the former Marine's head snap around.
"Hard to let things go," said Bill.
"Yes. It's even harder when your ship was shot down," she said levelly.
Bill nodded. Two great battlestars, Galactica and Pegasus, lost in battle. At least his had limped to dock, but the Mathias' had been nuked by a Cylon basestar. The sergeant had been leading an assault on the Armistice Station while the Pegasus' captain had gone down with her ship. Colonial Forces had held back a Cylon invasion, using urgent intelligence to spring their own surprise attack at the remote outpost.
And now they couldn't even speak of it. What would two old soldiers make small talk about?
Then a familiar sweep of red hair caught his eye, and Bill couldn't help but smile in relief.
~ end