Title: The Lords of Kobol
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: I am not RDM, I am not making any money off of this.
A/N: A huge thanks to
abfabambrosia for being my beta. This drabble is meant to take place during Crossroads Part 1. It's a 'missing scene' of dialogue between Bill and Laura when Laura storms off to that little room in the CIC.
“Laura? Are you alright?” Bill’s worried voice prompted, he had followed her, like a dutiful spouse, a willing punching bag. He would always follow her.
“I’m fine Bill.” She snapped, stepping away from his outstretched arms, needing to distance herself from him.
“Don’t do this,” he pleaded, “don’t shut me out. You promised that we would fight this together.” He was begging her, in the middle of his CIC. He honestly didn’t give a frak anymore.
“Don’t” Her voice was dangerously low. “We’re not married Admiral, so stop treating me like some docile, dutiful wife.” His Hera could be cold, she could be scathing. She was beautiful, she was livid.
Damn you Bill. You let me get too close, then you let me go. You don’t get to dictate my guilt any longer.
“You promised that you wouldn’t leave me.”
“So did you.” Her words stung, the ice water in her veins spewed hotly, striking his heart. His broken soul mourned for their broken promises.
You left me first Laura. You never planned on coming back. You left me to die. You’ll do it all over again. You’re always leaving me.
Zeus was not a mighty ruler of the Gods. He was a fragile, fractured old man at the mercy of his magnificently cruel Goddess. He did not wield lightening with his strong hands; his trembling hands and knees were platforms on which he begged for his wife to never leave him.
Zeus did not rule over Hera or their home with an iron fist; Zeus’s hand was slapped away as his love stormed past him, his heart firm in her iron fist.
The Scriptures were wrong.
Zeus submitted to a force mightier than himself. Bill Adama was at the mercy of Laura Roslin, the unforgiving ruler of his heart.