'Billy Knows Best' - Adama/Roslin fic
Title: Billy Knows Best
Pairing: Adama/Roslin with a side order of Billy
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was.
A/N: Wrtten for the POV challenge over at about_time. Late entry is late. Much love to my drinking buddy and beta, nixmom.
Billy noticed the slight flush that tinged her cheeks before he noted the abnormal silence that fell between them. Cursing himself for not abiding by Dr. Cottle’s instructions to keep an eye on her and for frak’s sake don’t let her overdo it, he leaned forward and timidly addressed her.
“M’am?” President Roslin had been staring off in a slight daze for several minutes; her surprisingly quiet demeanour had begun to worry him. Billy awkwardly cleared his throat, and repeated himself.
“Oh, sorry Billy. Were you saying something?” President Roslin gave him an apologetic smile. Billy politely ignored the hint of a blush colouring her cheeks further.
“No M’am, you were just….quiet.” He finished sheepishly. “I wondered if you were alright?”
“I’m fine Billy, thank you for asking.” She fixed him with a warm look. “Though to be honest, I am a bit tired.” Billy nodded his understanding.
“Well, we should be back on Colonial One shortly, would you like me to get you anything once we board?” He looked outside the tiny window of their Raptor to confirm their ETA, he could see the outer hull of Colonial One quite clearly now.
“No thank you.” She smiled uncomfortably. Billy knew that she was sometimes embarrassed about her propensity to tire easily; he wondered if his worrying made her uncomfortable. Her independence and incredible strength reminded him in many ways of his mother and older sisters. He remembered how proud they had been when he informed them that he had been promoted to Secretary Roslin’s assistant. Sometimes he imagined what it would be like if they had survived the attacks. He could use the love and support of his family, so could President Roslin. He imagined her fitting in so very well with them. She was the closest thing that he had to family now; he wondered if she felt the same.
He smiled back at her before changing the topic. He remembered how his mother used to smile at him in the same manner when she wanted to change the subject.
“Tonight was a success, don’t you think?” He recalled being in a crowd of people for the first time since the attacks and not spotting a single frown or tear. Instead, he had spent the evening surrounded by laughter, contentment, and in some instances, even joy.
“Yes, I am very pleased with the way everything turned out.” A soft smile touched the corners of her mouth. He wondered how long it had been since she had enjoyed herself as she had this evening. He recalled passing by her and the Commander on the dance floor, a smile etched on both their faces. It was the first time he had ever seen the Commander smile; Billy wondered if it had been the first time President Roslin had seen him smile as well. He was used to the warm looks that the Commander often gave her when she, and others were not paying close attention; Billy thinks he’s the only one who has noticed so far. He’ll keep it to himself; they deserve to be happy as well.
“You and the Commander certainly had a good time.” He felt his cheeks burn as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He really needed to learn how to talk around women.
“Yes, I believe we did.” President Roslin cleared her throat, Billy was relieved to see a look of amusement grace her features. “He can dance.” She added as an afterthought, smiling to herself. He noted how she seemed to sit up a bit at the mention of the Commander, how her eyes had danced with something akin to fondness.
“I noticed.” Billy replied gently. Billy may not know much about women; but he knew that this particular woman did not have that look on her face when talking about any other man.
“Next month we’ll have another holiday to celebrate, perhaps the Commander can be persuaded to join the celebrations for President’s Day?” He chose his words very carefully, as not to overtly imply anything.
“Mmm, perhaps.” There it was again, the soft smile accompanied by the light in her eyes. Billy thought that the light was happiness, maybe even joy. He was unable to recall the last time he had seen that look on her face.
“I’ll get an agenda ready for your approval by the end of the week?” He looked to her for permission, she nodded slowly.
“That would be excellent, thank you Billy.”
Billy allowed her to slip back into her comfortable silence. He was pleased that, for once, her fatigue had been brought on by the evening’s festivities and not her by her cancer.
Her smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth, Billy wondered if the same was true for the Commander.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin with a side order of Billy
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was.
A/N: Wrtten for the POV challenge over at about_time. Late entry is late. Much love to my drinking buddy and beta, nixmom.
Billy noticed the slight flush that tinged her cheeks before he noted the abnormal silence that fell between them. Cursing himself for not abiding by Dr. Cottle’s instructions to keep an eye on her and for frak’s sake don’t let her overdo it, he leaned forward and timidly addressed her.
“M’am?” President Roslin had been staring off in a slight daze for several minutes; her surprisingly quiet demeanour had begun to worry him. Billy awkwardly cleared his throat, and repeated himself.
“Oh, sorry Billy. Were you saying something?” President Roslin gave him an apologetic smile. Billy politely ignored the hint of a blush colouring her cheeks further.
“No M’am, you were just….quiet.” He finished sheepishly. “I wondered if you were alright?”
“I’m fine Billy, thank you for asking.” She fixed him with a warm look. “Though to be honest, I am a bit tired.” Billy nodded his understanding.
“Well, we should be back on Colonial One shortly, would you like me to get you anything once we board?” He looked outside the tiny window of their Raptor to confirm their ETA, he could see the outer hull of Colonial One quite clearly now.
“No thank you.” She smiled uncomfortably. Billy knew that she was sometimes embarrassed about her propensity to tire easily; he wondered if his worrying made her uncomfortable. Her independence and incredible strength reminded him in many ways of his mother and older sisters. He remembered how proud they had been when he informed them that he had been promoted to Secretary Roslin’s assistant. Sometimes he imagined what it would be like if they had survived the attacks. He could use the love and support of his family, so could President Roslin. He imagined her fitting in so very well with them. She was the closest thing that he had to family now; he wondered if she felt the same.
He smiled back at her before changing the topic. He remembered how his mother used to smile at him in the same manner when she wanted to change the subject.
“Tonight was a success, don’t you think?” He recalled being in a crowd of people for the first time since the attacks and not spotting a single frown or tear. Instead, he had spent the evening surrounded by laughter, contentment, and in some instances, even joy.
“Yes, I am very pleased with the way everything turned out.” A soft smile touched the corners of her mouth. He wondered how long it had been since she had enjoyed herself as she had this evening. He recalled passing by her and the Commander on the dance floor, a smile etched on both their faces. It was the first time he had ever seen the Commander smile; Billy wondered if it had been the first time President Roslin had seen him smile as well. He was used to the warm looks that the Commander often gave her when she, and others were not paying close attention; Billy thinks he’s the only one who has noticed so far. He’ll keep it to himself; they deserve to be happy as well.
“You and the Commander certainly had a good time.” He felt his cheeks burn as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He really needed to learn how to talk around women.
“Yes, I believe we did.” President Roslin cleared her throat, Billy was relieved to see a look of amusement grace her features. “He can dance.” She added as an afterthought, smiling to herself. He noted how she seemed to sit up a bit at the mention of the Commander, how her eyes had danced with something akin to fondness.
“I noticed.” Billy replied gently. Billy may not know much about women; but he knew that this particular woman did not have that look on her face when talking about any other man.
“Next month we’ll have another holiday to celebrate, perhaps the Commander can be persuaded to join the celebrations for President’s Day?” He chose his words very carefully, as not to overtly imply anything.
“Mmm, perhaps.” There it was again, the soft smile accompanied by the light in her eyes. Billy thought that the light was happiness, maybe even joy. He was unable to recall the last time he had seen that look on her face.
“I’ll get an agenda ready for your approval by the end of the week?” He looked to her for permission, she nodded slowly.
“That would be excellent, thank you Billy.”
Billy allowed her to slip back into her comfortable silence. He was pleased that, for once, her fatigue had been brought on by the evening’s festivities and not her by her cancer.
Her smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth, Billy wondered if the same was true for the Commander.