Happy birthday, bsgroxmysox
Title: Between the Pages
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
(300) word drabble
I wrote this for bsgroxmysox’s birthday. Not only am I a day late, I’m not sure if roxmysox is MIA or not. How dare she have that real life that keeps her away from the intertubes? *sigh* Anyway, happy belated birthday, roxmysox, if you're online and reading. :)
Oh, and I set this during Litmus to make it for this week’s challenge as well.
Laura leaned back in her chair and stared out the window at Galactica’s bulk, seemingly hovering motionless beside her. In reality the Battlestar was moving hundreds of miles a minute. It would be able to go even faster if not for the smaller ships in the Fleet.
“A metaphor for my life at the moment.”
“I beg your pardon, Madam President?”
She snorted. “Nothing, Billy. Sorry.”
Cancer, Chamalla and Cylons; they were slowing her down the most. And yet her body kept ageing at an alarming rate.
“Happy birthday, Madam President.”
She reached out and gave Billy’s hand a quick squeeze. “Thank you, Billy.”
“Would you like your dinner? I can tell the galley to send it up.”
She didn’t want a cake, but she could remember a time when she’d chosen her own menu; prepared her own meals.
“No, my appetite is...” She didn’t bother finishing the statement. “I think I might just go to bed.”
Alone. The unspoken word hung in the air. Her gaze settled on the telephone. She could call...
“Commander Adama sent something over for you.”
Billy offered her the small plain envelope.
“His instructions were pretty strict. He didn’t want anyone but you to open it, ma’am.”
She carefully peeled back the seal and drew out a delicate strip of Libran silk.
“A bookmark?”
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed. She ran her finger over its intricate design. “I think there’s real Libran gold threads entwined on the tassels.”
“He knows about your birthday?”
“I can’t see how,” she murmured. “There’s a note.” She unfolded the small piece of paper.
We just need to find our place.
“What do you think it means?” Billy asked.
She smiled, quickly found Dark Day on her desk, and gently placed the bookmark between its pages.
“It means: he’s trying."
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
(300) word drabble
I wrote this for bsgroxmysox’s birthday. Not only am I a day late, I’m not sure if roxmysox is MIA or not. How dare she have that real life that keeps her away from the intertubes? *sigh* Anyway, happy belated birthday, roxmysox, if you're online and reading. :)
Oh, and I set this during Litmus to make it for this week’s challenge as well.
Laura leaned back in her chair and stared out the window at Galactica’s bulk, seemingly hovering motionless beside her. In reality the Battlestar was moving hundreds of miles a minute. It would be able to go even faster if not for the smaller ships in the Fleet.
“A metaphor for my life at the moment.”
“I beg your pardon, Madam President?”
She snorted. “Nothing, Billy. Sorry.”
Cancer, Chamalla and Cylons; they were slowing her down the most. And yet her body kept ageing at an alarming rate.
“Happy birthday, Madam President.”
She reached out and gave Billy’s hand a quick squeeze. “Thank you, Billy.”
“Would you like your dinner? I can tell the galley to send it up.”
She didn’t want a cake, but she could remember a time when she’d chosen her own menu; prepared her own meals.
“No, my appetite is...” She didn’t bother finishing the statement. “I think I might just go to bed.”
Alone. The unspoken word hung in the air. Her gaze settled on the telephone. She could call...
“Commander Adama sent something over for you.”
Billy offered her the small plain envelope.
“His instructions were pretty strict. He didn’t want anyone but you to open it, ma’am.”
She carefully peeled back the seal and drew out a delicate strip of Libran silk.
“A bookmark?”
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed. She ran her finger over its intricate design. “I think there’s real Libran gold threads entwined on the tassels.”
“He knows about your birthday?”
“I can’t see how,” she murmured. “There’s a note.” She unfolded the small piece of paper.
We just need to find our place.
“What do you think it means?” Billy asked.
She smiled, quickly found Dark Day on her desk, and gently placed the bookmark between its pages.
“It means: he’s trying."