All Downhill From Here
Title: All Downhill From Here
Author: bugs
Word Count: 300
taxiverse #18
A/N: My goal is to finish up this weekend, so I'm probably going to post more than once a day to get that done!
~*~
Bill held the cab's back door for Laura.
"I'd like to sit in the front," she said breezily, opening the door herself. Grumbling, he went to put her bags in the trunk.
As Bill drove from under the resort's large portico, Richard Adar came down the steps, chatting with his staff. But his head snapped around to watch Laura leaving in a dusty Caprica City Cab, sitting beside the driver.
Bill motioned to two steaming cups in the cupholders. "One for you."
Laura took a drink. "How'd you know I was a tea drinker?"
"Saw at the Tyrols."
"Observant man."
He shrugged and sipped his coffee.
"We could have met months ago," she noted.
"I don't think you would have liked me." He peaked at her from under his cap's brim.
"You wouldn't have liked me!" she protested. "I was coming to take your ship away!"
His gaze dropped to wander over her crossed legs, revealed by her bunched-up skirt. "I don't know about that."
Turning, she faced him, forcing his eyes back up. "You would have been a perfect gentleman," she said, not sounding very happy about it.
He harrumphed in the back of his throat but didn't argue with her.
Laura mused, "The Fates are funny... Doctor Gaius Baltar was to be the keynote speaker at this conference, but died suddenly just before I was to visit the Galactica--"
The cab's weaving was slight, but she'd become accustomed to Bill's sure driving and it was noticeable to her.
"What's wrong?"
"Squirrel."
"I didn't see it."
Bill remained silent. Realizing she'd get nothing from him, Laura changed the subject. The miles went by and she heard about his sons, his pilots, his commands-- all in the past.
She challenged him again: "You're going to drive a cab forever, Bill?"
~ end
Author: bugs
Word Count: 300
taxiverse #18
A/N: My goal is to finish up this weekend, so I'm probably going to post more than once a day to get that done!
~*~
Bill held the cab's back door for Laura.
"I'd like to sit in the front," she said breezily, opening the door herself. Grumbling, he went to put her bags in the trunk.
As Bill drove from under the resort's large portico, Richard Adar came down the steps, chatting with his staff. But his head snapped around to watch Laura leaving in a dusty Caprica City Cab, sitting beside the driver.
Bill motioned to two steaming cups in the cupholders. "One for you."
Laura took a drink. "How'd you know I was a tea drinker?"
"Saw at the Tyrols."
"Observant man."
He shrugged and sipped his coffee.
"We could have met months ago," she noted.
"I don't think you would have liked me." He peaked at her from under his cap's brim.
"You wouldn't have liked me!" she protested. "I was coming to take your ship away!"
His gaze dropped to wander over her crossed legs, revealed by her bunched-up skirt. "I don't know about that."
Turning, she faced him, forcing his eyes back up. "You would have been a perfect gentleman," she said, not sounding very happy about it.
He harrumphed in the back of his throat but didn't argue with her.
Laura mused, "The Fates are funny... Doctor Gaius Baltar was to be the keynote speaker at this conference, but died suddenly just before I was to visit the Galactica--"
The cab's weaving was slight, but she'd become accustomed to Bill's sure driving and it was noticeable to her.
"What's wrong?"
"Squirrel."
"I didn't see it."
Bill remained silent. Realizing she'd get nothing from him, Laura changed the subject. The miles went by and she heard about his sons, his pilots, his commands-- all in the past.
She challenged him again: "You're going to drive a cab forever, Bill?"
~ end