Team!Laura Saves the Day
Title: Team!Laura Saves the Day
Rating: C for Crazy
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Tory, Team!Laura [yep, you read that correctly]
Word Count: 1,310
Summary: What could have happened, had fanfic writers been present in the Fleet
Author’s Note: Complete and utter crack written for the about_time Battleship in honor of the wonderful ladies of Team Laura! It has been wonderful getting to know you, being motivated, inspired, and overwhelmed by emails these past few weeks! Laura really would have been lucky to have us and this story proves it J
Prompts fulfilled: Happy Annversary, This time last year, Celebration, A battle ensues, Make up sex, Diplomacy is the best strategy, Bringing out the Big guns, AND mutiny!
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Ronald D. Moore. He’s a very lucky man.
“Madame President?”
“Yes, Tory, what is it?”
“I was hoping to speak with you about some plans for the campaign.”
“I really don’t think we need to take things that seriously, Tory. I wiped the floor with Baltar at the first debate.”
“Yes. However with the discovery of the planet below, we are already facing an increased challenge from Baltar’s camp. I think it would be prudent for us to go on the offense.”
“You make it sound like this is battle, Tory. This planet is nothing more than a pit stop. The people understand that.”
“Frankly Madame President, this is war. And it’s time we brought out the big guns.”
“Whatever are you talking about?”
“The fleet is exhausted. Supplies are low. Space is even more scarce. The people are antsy and Baltar is making it sound like this planet is paradise. He’s stirring up mutiny. Diplomacy is going to get us nowhere on this one, Madame President.”
“What exactly are you suggesting we do, then?”
“I have gone through the ship manifests in search of people with specific skills.”
“Such as?”
“Writing, advertising, graphic design, oration, videography. This team will be comprised of the best of the best. They come from all over the Colonies, all sorts of backgrounds. Some were professionals in their fields of expertise. Some used their skills on the side. Many did it just for fun. The bottom line is they are good at what they will be doing.”
“Which is what exactly?”
“Promote you, Madame President. They are going to be your exclusive campaign team. Working day and night to put out articles, leaflets, iconic images, and video of everything you do as President. Showing the people that a vote for Laura Roslin is a vote for the best.”
“Team Laura? This is your campaign plan?”
“Battle plan, Madame President. The battle has begun and we cannot afford to sit idly by as Baltar spews forth empty promises that deceive the people.”
“My goodness, Tory! Do you really think this is necessary? It seems rather overkill to have a team like this working ‘round the clock for me.”
“Madame President, this time last year I was working on a similar campaign on Picon. The opposition stopped at nothing to promote her platform of lies. I gathered a team, much like the one I’ve gathered now, and we had three months to expose her for the fake she was. Three months of long hours, late night coffee runs, group chats, brainstorm sessions, email after email after email on the Colonial network to keep one another apprised of individual projects and cheer each other on. We were enthusiastic because we knew we were on the side of right. We were competitive because we couldn’t afford to lose. We made no excuses, we took no prisoners. We were kind to the opposition, don’t get me wrong. They were skilled in their own right. They had to be to deceive the public as much as they were. But we knew, in the end, the right side always wins.”
“And did you?”
“Of course.”
“Of course, why did I bother to ask.”
“We don’t have three months, Madame President. We have two weeks. But I believe we can do this. This team is the best I’ve ever seen. It is unstoppable.”
“Tory, I think you might be crazy. However, I am willing to go out on a limb and let you do this. Just promise me one thing?”
“What is that?”
“Promise me you will not fight dirty.”
“Madame Pres…”
“No, listen Tory. You said in your previous campaign that you were kind to the opposition. You and I know that Baltar is wrong. Further, we know he’s a crackpot and an ass. And don’t even get me started on Zarek. However, we will only hurt ourselves by dragging them through the mud. We do this, we do it clean, do you understand?”
“Yes, Madame President. We will do this right.”
ooOoo Two Weeks Later ooOoo
“Well, Tory, I owe you a huge thank you.”
“Don’t mention it Madame President, just doing my job.”
“No Tory, what you’ve done, what this Team has done; it has been above and beyond. Seriously. I don’t know how I can every repay you.”
“I have an idea Madame President.”
“By all means, Tory, what is it?”
“A celebration.”
“A celebration?”
“Yes, for the Team. For the Fleet. A chance for everyone to let their hair down. And more importantly perhaps, for our teams to come together.”
“Teams? Our Team and Baltars? I’d think they hate each other by now.”
“Actually, I was thinking our Team and Adama’s.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“Shortly after I gathered Team Laura together…”
“Seriously, do you have to call them that?”
“Well you wouldn’t let us call it Team Hot Momma.”
“Ugh go on.”
“So after Team Laura came together, Adama came to me personally and requested I put some of his personnel to good use. It seems he wanted you to win as much as you did.”
“Yes, well…”
“I’m sure he had very strategic reasons, of course.”
“Of course.”
“So he felt a Team Bill could be added to the efforts.”
“Team Bill?”
“Yes well, when you vetoed Team Hot Momma, he refused to have his team be Team Old Man.”
“I see.”
“In any case, while the Teams have been working separately, they have each been ultimately trying to reach the same goals.”
“I thought there was just one goal. Electing me.”
“That was the primary goal, yes. However a…um…side goal developed, it seems. It was the Teams’ idea.”
“And what exactly was this side goal and why am I terrified of hearing your answer?”
“The side goal. You really want to hear it?”
“No, but I think I should.”
“Right well, it was um to promote you and Admiral Adama um together.”
“Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you correctly Tory, speak louder.”
“They were trying to encourage a relationship between yourself and Admiral Adama.”
“A relationship? Well the Admiral and I have certainly come a long way since this journey began. And I suppose we have shared a joint interest in defeating Baltar. But your face is telling me that’s not what the Teams were after. So what kind of relationship exactly were they after?”
“A romantic one.”
“A what? For goodness sakes Tory! Don’t mumble.”
“A romantic relationship, Madame President! They wanted you and Bill to hook up!”
“Oh.”
“Right.”
“Well then. A celebration. Let’s um do that then, shall we?”
“Yes of course Madame President, right away. I’ll get started on plans.”
“Tory?”
“Yes Madame President?”
“Where exactly did these people get this idea of a uh romantic relationship between the Admiral and I? Are there others speculating on this issue?”
“Well, yes as a matter of fact. I didn’t really think you’d want to know but since you’ve asked, there’s been a fleet wide pool going on for some time.”
“How long?”
“Well a lot of people lost big when no makeup sex was reported after the Kobol reunion.”
“Seriously?!”
“Yes, seriously. After Adama threw you in the brig, a lot of people lost hope but when he woke from that coma and announced he was going down to the surface, the betting went sky high again.”
“And when exactly did this betting begin?”
“Happy belated anniversary, Madame President. It’s been just over 33 weeks since the Colonial Day dance and the first official bets were placed on you and Adama’s relationship.”
“I…I have no words, Tory.”
“Don’t worry, Madame President. I’m not allowed in the betting pool. Too much inside information. Jaffee isn’t either. So if you and Admiral Adama do want to celebrate tonight…”
“Not another word, Tory!”
“…”
“Go plan that party for the Teams, please. I think they’ve more than earned it.”