Returning
Who: Admiral William Adama and OPEN (gentle nudge to Colonials)
What: The Admiral is back in town
When: morning
Where: heading towards town
Rating: H for Husker (probably G-PG)
The first thing Bill became aware of, was the feel of cold wind on his face.
“Shut the door, Lee,” he said, before rolling over. It was not until his hands felt soil and grass under them, did he realise that something was not quite right.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. Only to be faced not with the inside of the dwelling they’d built, but with a large expanse of grass. Bill sat up, completely confused. No sign of the cabin (or Lee) - and where the frak was he, anyway? Didn’t look anything like the place they’d decided to call Earth - at least, not around where he’d been living. But all the same…Bill frowned. “I’ve been here before,” he said. “I’m sure of it.”
Taking stock of the situation and his surroundings - the area seemed to have been some sort of camping site, though whoever it was had long gone from the place. Right next to him, there was the remains of a fire pit. Poking at the ashes idly with a stick, he leaned back on his hands….
…And not for the first time that night, he wondered if it had been a wise idea to go camping. Didn’t realise the place could get so godsdamn cold. Almost as bad as the time back on Kobol. Slipping an arm around her, he threw some more wood on the growing bonfire. “That should keep us going for the night,” he told her, adjusting the blanket which covered them both. And suddenly emboldened, he pulled her closer. “And if that doesn’t work,” he said with a grin, “I have some ideas on conserving body heat you may be interested in.” He loved to see her smile, as he leaned in closer...
Bill blinked. The fire lay dormant before him again, and he tossed the stick into the pit. He’d been having the oddest dreams whilst on Galactica, ever since Baltar’s trial. Of a life he’d never lived - a relatively peaceful one, with Laura, Lee, Kara…and oddly enough, Zak. He thought it was just his mind overworking itself. After all, some of the dreams featured a man with green skin and red horns. If that wasn’t the product of an overactive mind, then Gods knows what was. Hence, he’d never mentioned a word of it to the President, or his son. And they’d had a lot more pressing things to deal with, than to be overly concerned about the inner workings of the Admiral’s imagination.
But now, as he sat on the grass, Bill began to realise exactly what these dreams meant. “It wasn’t a dream,” he said. “I have been here before.” His eyes could make out a cabin off in the distance. “I just wish that you could be here to see it,” he said softly, before finally looking away.
There was no point moping about. First things first, he needed to get re-acquainted with the place. See if any of his crew were still around. If he had found his way back, then maybe Starbuck or his son had as well.
Slowly pulling himself to his feet, Bill tried to get his bearings - a feat made more difficult due to the fact that he was pulling information from memories of dreams.
If he was paying more attention, he might have noticed that his leg (injured in a, ah, ‘disagreement’ he and Lee had with one of the locals) was no longer stiff and sore.
As it was, he finally found what he hoped was the right direction, and headed off towards the main part of town.
What: The Admiral is back in town
When: morning
Where: heading towards town
Rating: H for Husker (probably G-PG)
The first thing Bill became aware of, was the feel of cold wind on his face.
“Shut the door, Lee,” he said, before rolling over. It was not until his hands felt soil and grass under them, did he realise that something was not quite right.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. Only to be faced not with the inside of the dwelling they’d built, but with a large expanse of grass. Bill sat up, completely confused. No sign of the cabin (or Lee) - and where the frak was he, anyway? Didn’t look anything like the place they’d decided to call Earth - at least, not around where he’d been living. But all the same…Bill frowned. “I’ve been here before,” he said. “I’m sure of it.”
Taking stock of the situation and his surroundings - the area seemed to have been some sort of camping site, though whoever it was had long gone from the place. Right next to him, there was the remains of a fire pit. Poking at the ashes idly with a stick, he leaned back on his hands….
…And not for the first time that night, he wondered if it had been a wise idea to go camping. Didn’t realise the place could get so godsdamn cold. Almost as bad as the time back on Kobol. Slipping an arm around her, he threw some more wood on the growing bonfire. “That should keep us going for the night,” he told her, adjusting the blanket which covered them both. And suddenly emboldened, he pulled her closer. “And if that doesn’t work,” he said with a grin, “I have some ideas on conserving body heat you may be interested in.” He loved to see her smile, as he leaned in closer...
Bill blinked. The fire lay dormant before him again, and he tossed the stick into the pit. He’d been having the oddest dreams whilst on Galactica, ever since Baltar’s trial. Of a life he’d never lived - a relatively peaceful one, with Laura, Lee, Kara…and oddly enough, Zak. He thought it was just his mind overworking itself. After all, some of the dreams featured a man with green skin and red horns. If that wasn’t the product of an overactive mind, then Gods knows what was. Hence, he’d never mentioned a word of it to the President, or his son. And they’d had a lot more pressing things to deal with, than to be overly concerned about the inner workings of the Admiral’s imagination.
But now, as he sat on the grass, Bill began to realise exactly what these dreams meant. “It wasn’t a dream,” he said. “I have been here before.” His eyes could make out a cabin off in the distance. “I just wish that you could be here to see it,” he said softly, before finally looking away.
There was no point moping about. First things first, he needed to get re-acquainted with the place. See if any of his crew were still around. If he had found his way back, then maybe Starbuck or his son had as well.
Slowly pulling himself to his feet, Bill tried to get his bearings - a feat made more difficult due to the fact that he was pulling information from memories of dreams.
If he was paying more attention, he might have noticed that his leg (injured in a, ah, ‘disagreement’ he and Lee had with one of the locals) was no longer stiff and sore.
As it was, he finally found what he hoped was the right direction, and headed off towards the main part of town.