Fic: Offerings
Title: Offerings
Rating: K+
Summary: A quick look at Tory's feelings for Laura. Set in Season 3.
Tory watched from her barstool as Laura laughed and stealthily threw an arm around Kara Thrace’s back, playfully pulling the ball out of the pilot’s far hand in order to steal an extra turn. The president was enjoying her pyramid lesson. So was the crowd. This was wonderful pr. Better than Tory had even hoped for when she had suggested that Laura drop in to give her official seal of approval to the recently opened Joe’s Bar.
The ball rattled in the hole. At long last the lesson a success. The crowd cheered and Laura threw her arms in the air in celebration, and then offered a mock bow to her fans. Tory clapped along with the others. Laura stepped towards her, smiling, but Kara stopped her approach, pulling her back by the hand. She owed her coach the payment of a shared shot. Laura obliged happily. She offered a toast to all, but drank with eyes affectionately trained on the rogue pilot.
Tory took her communal sip in salute. The taste was bitter tinged. She’d offered an election that was refused. She’d found a hideaway for a beloved child but then lost her. Her offerings always somehow turned to dust. But in truth she knew that mattered little. It was too late. It always had been. There was already the gift of a golden arrow. There was already a son’s mutiny in her name. And there would always be that picture on her desk.
Rating: K+
Summary: A quick look at Tory's feelings for Laura. Set in Season 3.
Tory watched from her barstool as Laura laughed and stealthily threw an arm around Kara Thrace’s back, playfully pulling the ball out of the pilot’s far hand in order to steal an extra turn. The president was enjoying her pyramid lesson. So was the crowd. This was wonderful pr. Better than Tory had even hoped for when she had suggested that Laura drop in to give her official seal of approval to the recently opened Joe’s Bar.
The ball rattled in the hole. At long last the lesson a success. The crowd cheered and Laura threw her arms in the air in celebration, and then offered a mock bow to her fans. Tory clapped along with the others. Laura stepped towards her, smiling, but Kara stopped her approach, pulling her back by the hand. She owed her coach the payment of a shared shot. Laura obliged happily. She offered a toast to all, but drank with eyes affectionately trained on the rogue pilot.
Tory took her communal sip in salute. The taste was bitter tinged. She’d offered an election that was refused. She’d found a hideaway for a beloved child but then lost her. Her offerings always somehow turned to dust. But in truth she knew that mattered little. It was too late. It always had been. There was already the gift of a golden arrow. There was already a son’s mutiny in her name. And there would always be that picture on her desk.