Very short fic: Why Wait?
I should SOOOOOO be in bed asleep, instead I'm posting this.
Why Wait?
Disclaimer: I don't own them, what's with that? :( Okay, honestly, I don't own them because someone else does and they make money from them but I don't. One day I'll make my own characters, then I'll make money from them, but they won't be these characters. I just play with these ones :)
For splodge04 for randomly prompting this fic.
Warning: It's a little sad, no real spoilers though.
The CIC was buzzing with activity; crew were flying left right and centre to the monitors that didn’t stop beeping, demanding attention in the frenzy of the battle. The Cylon Basestars were firing, repeatedly, one after another, vipers exploding in the darkness of space until they were no more. The ship jolted again and even through the desperate thoughts, the ones that told them that they would…NO, they HAD to get through this, even though those thoughts that automatically kept them fighting, even then, there was one undeniable fact that they couldn’t avoid.
There were too many.
Too many Basestars. Too many Cylons. Too many for their ships to fight. The fleet was falling, they were losing, the people were dying and as he stared across at her resolved and unwavering gaze at the CIC monitor watching each ship disappear from this world, he knew one thing for certain. He, Admiral William Adama, loved Laura Roslin. Laura Frakkin’ Roslin of the almost lost Twelve Colonies of Kobol, Laura Frakkin’ Roslin who, like he, would undeniably die very soon, Laura Frakkin’ Roslin who was stood no further than an arms reach from him.
“Laura…”
It was the last thing he ever said to her in this life and as she looked up to meet his gaze he knew he’d have no need for any other words.
“Bill…” His name caught in her throat as in a rush he pulled her into his arms and his lips were against hers in an instant. Leaning back ever so slightly against the control panel her hands ran up through his hair and pulled him resolutely to her, as close as their lips could possibly get and still she cursed the Gods that they couldn’t be moved any closer.
As they pulled apart, their passions quenched by the sudden and desperate need for closeness that had brought them together in the middle of the frenzy of the final moments of the battle, they stared one last time into each others eyes. It was no good now; the battle almost done, slowly the cares slipped away and one by one Laura felt the burden slip from her shoulders. She had done her best, fought her way here, fought the way for the entire fleet, as he had done himself. Now, at their moment of destruction, she almost felt relief that at least, if they couldn’t win, it wouldn’t be long before they lost.
One hand wrapped around her back now, the other moved so that his fingers entwined with hers, their heads resting together. At any other time, in any other circumstance, one might assume they were about to dance, but their entwined fingers rested between them, resting against the final rhythmic beating of their hearts.
The end