BSG fic: enemies
title: enemies
char: Laura, D'Anna
a/n: a Galentine's Day gift for alexeia_drae, who shares my love of these perfect ladies. Set during Revelations, so, uh, angst. a little.
~dislaimed
word count: c. 300
It takes a moment for their surroundings to sink in.
In her thankfully limited experience, planets are all the same once you’re on them, just like ships. Still, Earth’s gravity tugs at her differently than New Caprica’s; the air hangs with almost-rain. She pulls Six’s jacket tighter around herself and finds herself almost shoulder-to-shoulder with Laura Roslin.
Laura notices D’Anna at almost the same moment and breaks the silence, probably more for the satisfaction of destroying something herself than for D’Anna’s company. D’Anna understands the impulse. “No chance this is another one of your tricks?”
“I assure you, Laura, we didn’t want or expect this any more than you did.” The president lets her familiar address slide.
The admiral watches her lean over Laura with his toxic glare; Laura shakes him off with a short jerk of her head.
“What happened here?”
“Same thing as always happens, I suppose. They split up into groups and looked for the most efficient way to destroy themselves.”
“Or possibly they had a little outside help in that regard.”
D’Anna shrugs. “Doesn’t much seem much to matter whether you have help or not.”
Laura sizes her up for a moment. Staring back is even easier than it had been on New Caprica, now that they’ve nothing left to lose. “What do your people think?”
“Well, this place isn’t exactly wired for plasma, but it looks to me they feel about the same way as your people. Like they’ve just lost something they didn’t know they had.”
Laura nods.“What are you going to tell them?”
D’Anna looks up at the bitter gray sky. “Nothing at all.”
“Nothing at all.” Laura clenches her jaw; even in this wasteland, Laura Roslin gives nothing away. “That sounds apt.”
D’Anna thinks so too.