It was supposed to be a drabble, honest.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica/Voyager Crossover
Pairing: Roslin/Janeway
Rating: G
Word count: 550
A/N: It's all frogfrizz's fault for getting me thinking about this pairing. Well, those wonderful drabbles and radak's beautiful images.
This really was supposed to be a drabble, or two, or three. The first chunk is 150 words, the second 100, the third 200 and the last 100. They barely needed editing, either.
First time posting here. First time playing in this universe. I'm not convinced I've quite got Roslin down, yet, and my Janeway is rusty.
Just one last thing, I don't have a beta reader, but shoudl all be spellchecked. :-)
Summary: When An Irresistible Force Meets An Immovable Object
The red splash of her uniform stands out in stark contrast as she stands
quietly between two burly Galactica crewmen. That it is a uniform cannot be
doubted, the diminutive woman projects an authority that seems to add inches
to her height and Adama is reminded of another woman who burst into his
acquaintance.
He allows his gaze to be pulled away from this new woman in front of him, as
he stands and watches the other arrive in the room.
"Captain Katherine Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. Pleased to
meet you."
The voice is deeper than he expected; melodious, but with a edge that commands
his attention. He recognises the stubborn set of this chin, too.
"And you are..."
"Laura Roslin, President of the Twelve Colonies," states the newcomer, moving
to stand in front of de facto prisoner. "Care to tell us more of this
'Federation' of yours?"
****
Kathryn switches her focus to the speaker.
The flatteringly well cut business suit marks the speaker as a civilian. Her
face, framed by a coiffured mane of red hair, has softened with age, but the
eyes hold a spark of hardness and determination, which spills over into every
line of her body. Though her arms are folded tightly across her chest, in what
should be a defensive posture, Janeway is reminded of nothing more than her
second year tactical instructor at the Academy; a harridan who drove her
students harder than they thought they could work but was scrupulously fair.
****
Laura watches closely as Janeway explains her situation. Years in the
classroom, followed by years among politicians and civil servants have honed
her natural abilities to read people. A year of presidency has sharpened her
abilities on military targets.
In Janeway, she sees a bone deep weariness behind a strong facade, that she
recognises instinctively as a match for the one she carries within herself.
As the Captain's tale draws to a close, Roslin knows she's about to fight with
Bill.
"Thank you, Captain. You've given us much to think about. Please don't
take it the wrong way that I'm about to ask these gentlemen to escort you to
the brig."
Janeway nods, tiredly, her mouth dry.
"Admiral Adama and myself have a lot to discuss," she adds with a smile.
Kathryn's been watching, too. Seen the subtle interplay between the gruff
officer behind the desk and the woman who calls herself President. Seen his
concerns and her compassion. His fears, her steel.
There's about to be an unholy row, and Janeway finds herself grateful to be
leaving. And, unexpectedly certain that with Laura Roslin arguing her side
she and her crew are much safer with Roslin than against her.
****
Janeway has waited quite patiently in the brig. They have given her water,
though she'd have preferred coffee, but mostly left her to her own thoughts.
"Captain."
"Madame President."
"I hope you haven't been too inconvenienced by this..." Laura waves her arm,
vaguely, indicating Kathryn thinks, more than just the cell.
"Not at all."
"Admiral Adama has... consented to let me play host to you, this evening, on
Colonial One."
Janeway suspects that 'bullied' is the closer word, and smiles inwardly. This
woman intrigues her.
"I'd like to tell you a little about the Fleet over dinner, if I may."
Pairing: Roslin/Janeway
Rating: G
Word count: 550
A/N: It's all frogfrizz's fault for getting me thinking about this pairing. Well, those wonderful drabbles and radak's beautiful images.
This really was supposed to be a drabble, or two, or three. The first chunk is 150 words, the second 100, the third 200 and the last 100. They barely needed editing, either.
First time posting here. First time playing in this universe. I'm not convinced I've quite got Roslin down, yet, and my Janeway is rusty.
Just one last thing, I don't have a beta reader, but shoudl all be spellchecked. :-)
Summary: When An Irresistible Force Meets An Immovable Object
The red splash of her uniform stands out in stark contrast as she stands
quietly between two burly Galactica crewmen. That it is a uniform cannot be
doubted, the diminutive woman projects an authority that seems to add inches
to her height and Adama is reminded of another woman who burst into his
acquaintance.
He allows his gaze to be pulled away from this new woman in front of him, as
he stands and watches the other arrive in the room.
"Captain Katherine Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. Pleased to
meet you."
The voice is deeper than he expected; melodious, but with a edge that commands
his attention. He recognises the stubborn set of this chin, too.
"And you are..."
"Laura Roslin, President of the Twelve Colonies," states the newcomer, moving
to stand in front of de facto prisoner. "Care to tell us more of this
'Federation' of yours?"
****
Kathryn switches her focus to the speaker.
The flatteringly well cut business suit marks the speaker as a civilian. Her
face, framed by a coiffured mane of red hair, has softened with age, but the
eyes hold a spark of hardness and determination, which spills over into every
line of her body. Though her arms are folded tightly across her chest, in what
should be a defensive posture, Janeway is reminded of nothing more than her
second year tactical instructor at the Academy; a harridan who drove her
students harder than they thought they could work but was scrupulously fair.
****
Laura watches closely as Janeway explains her situation. Years in the
classroom, followed by years among politicians and civil servants have honed
her natural abilities to read people. A year of presidency has sharpened her
abilities on military targets.
In Janeway, she sees a bone deep weariness behind a strong facade, that she
recognises instinctively as a match for the one she carries within herself.
As the Captain's tale draws to a close, Roslin knows she's about to fight with
Bill.
"Thank you, Captain. You've given us much to think about. Please don't
take it the wrong way that I'm about to ask these gentlemen to escort you to
the brig."
Janeway nods, tiredly, her mouth dry.
"Admiral Adama and myself have a lot to discuss," she adds with a smile.
Kathryn's been watching, too. Seen the subtle interplay between the gruff
officer behind the desk and the woman who calls herself President. Seen his
concerns and her compassion. His fears, her steel.
There's about to be an unholy row, and Janeway finds herself grateful to be
leaving. And, unexpectedly certain that with Laura Roslin arguing her side
she and her crew are much safer with Roslin than against her.
****
Janeway has waited quite patiently in the brig. They have given her water,
though she'd have preferred coffee, but mostly left her to her own thoughts.
"Captain."
"Madame President."
"I hope you haven't been too inconvenienced by this..." Laura waves her arm,
vaguely, indicating Kathryn thinks, more than just the cell.
"Not at all."
"Admiral Adama has... consented to let me play host to you, this evening, on
Colonial One."
Janeway suspects that 'bullied' is the closer word, and smiles inwardly. This
woman intrigues her.
"I'd like to tell you a little about the Fleet over dinner, if I may."