Conflagration (4/13) - Warmth
Title: Conflagration (4/13) - Warmth
Author: Rowen
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: M
Spoilers: Missing scene from 2.12 Resurrection ship part 2
Synopsis: A relationship, like a fire takes time to develop. It doesn't spring fully formed but grows in intensity over time.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica belongs to SciFi and lots of other people but not me.
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Chapter 4 - Warmth
William Adama sat stony-faced in the raptor as it took him from Colonial One back to Galactica. The small jewelry box sat clenched in his hand, the corners digging in to the flesh of his palm. He welcomed the pain. It was so slight as to be insignificant, compared to hers.
He closed his eyes. He was going to have to say goodbye to a friend soon. She was fading before his eyes; each time he saw her there was less than before. Cottle had told him that she had a couple of weeks at the outside. And she knew it.
Many people had died under his command, especially in the last six months, but those had usually been quick deaths in the heat of combat. He didn't know how to cope with the lingering death sentence Laura Roslin was under.
Laura Roslin. His President. His friend. A woman who, under other circumstances, might have become much more to him. Now they'd never have the chance to see how their nascent relationship would have developed.
The raptor docked so gently, that it didn't penetrate his thoughts, until the door lifted open. Absently, he thanked Racetrack for the ride, and made his way to his quarters on automatic.
Standing in front of the mirror, he removed his old rank pins, and attached the ones Laura had given him less than an hour before. An Admiral of the Fleet stared back at him from the mirror. Her gift to him.
And the tears rolled down his cheeks.
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Author: Rowen
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: M
Spoilers: Missing scene from 2.12 Resurrection ship part 2
Synopsis: A relationship, like a fire takes time to develop. It doesn't spring fully formed but grows in intensity over time.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica belongs to SciFi and lots of other people but not me.
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Chapter 4 - Warmth
William Adama sat stony-faced in the raptor as it took him from Colonial One back to Galactica. The small jewelry box sat clenched in his hand, the corners digging in to the flesh of his palm. He welcomed the pain. It was so slight as to be insignificant, compared to hers.
He closed his eyes. He was going to have to say goodbye to a friend soon. She was fading before his eyes; each time he saw her there was less than before. Cottle had told him that she had a couple of weeks at the outside. And she knew it.
Many people had died under his command, especially in the last six months, but those had usually been quick deaths in the heat of combat. He didn't know how to cope with the lingering death sentence Laura Roslin was under.
Laura Roslin. His President. His friend. A woman who, under other circumstances, might have become much more to him. Now they'd never have the chance to see how their nascent relationship would have developed.
The raptor docked so gently, that it didn't penetrate his thoughts, until the door lifted open. Absently, he thanked Racetrack for the ride, and made his way to his quarters on automatic.
Standing in front of the mirror, he removed his old rank pins, and attached the ones Laura had given him less than an hour before. An Admiral of the Fleet stared back at him from the mirror. Her gift to him.
And the tears rolled down his cheeks.
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