"Rumor Has It" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Rumour Has It
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Cottle
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Much love to kastari for her kick-ass beta.
With his hands clasped behind his back and his lips sealed tightly, Bill stood before her with the most adorable, boyish grin on his face. He definitely had something up his sleeve.
Laura thought that she was going to explode with anticipation.
The doctor was hovering around her, fiddling with her IV, and taking his sweet time as he measured her vitals. She wanted Cottle gone. Now.
“Behave, the both of you,” he warned gruffly to the two of them. Laura was far too anxious to see what Bill had behind his back to even bother shooting an irritated glare in the doctor’s direction.
As soon as he finished and drew the flimsy curtain around them, Laura beckoned her Admiral closer.
“What do you have?” she asked breathlessly, impatiently patting the gurney.
“What makes you think that I have anything?” he asked as he slowly approached her.
“Come here William,” she ordered in her best teacher’s voice.
He sat next to her, his hands still behind his back. Wordlessly, Laura arched her brow and held her hand out.
“Saul found this in the Black Market the other day and thought that we would get a kick out of it.” He presented her with a crumpled flyer.
Laura’s jaw dropped.
The picture was blurred and faded, but there was no mistaking that it was a snapshot of them dancing together during Colonial Day celebrations, four years ago. An angry, scribbled, red text cut the photograph in half.
ADAMA AND ROSLIN: SWORN ENEMIES OR SECRET LOVERS? IS THE GOVERNMENT IN BED WITH THE MILITARY?
“So which is it Madam President?” he asked.
Her green eyes sparkled with mischief.
“I’ll never tell,” she whispered. Then grabbing the front of his tunic, she pulled him close and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Cottle
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Much love to kastari for her kick-ass beta.
With his hands clasped behind his back and his lips sealed tightly, Bill stood before her with the most adorable, boyish grin on his face. He definitely had something up his sleeve.
Laura thought that she was going to explode with anticipation.
The doctor was hovering around her, fiddling with her IV, and taking his sweet time as he measured her vitals. She wanted Cottle gone. Now.
“Behave, the both of you,” he warned gruffly to the two of them. Laura was far too anxious to see what Bill had behind his back to even bother shooting an irritated glare in the doctor’s direction.
As soon as he finished and drew the flimsy curtain around them, Laura beckoned her Admiral closer.
“What do you have?” she asked breathlessly, impatiently patting the gurney.
“What makes you think that I have anything?” he asked as he slowly approached her.
“Come here William,” she ordered in her best teacher’s voice.
He sat next to her, his hands still behind his back. Wordlessly, Laura arched her brow and held her hand out.
“Saul found this in the Black Market the other day and thought that we would get a kick out of it.” He presented her with a crumpled flyer.
Laura’s jaw dropped.
The picture was blurred and faded, but there was no mistaking that it was a snapshot of them dancing together during Colonial Day celebrations, four years ago. An angry, scribbled, red text cut the photograph in half.
ADAMA AND ROSLIN: SWORN ENEMIES OR SECRET LOVERS? IS THE GOVERNMENT IN BED WITH THE MILITARY?
“So which is it Madam President?” he asked.
Her green eyes sparkled with mischief.
“I’ll never tell,” she whispered. Then grabbing the front of his tunic, she pulled him close and kissed him sweetly on the lips.