BSG Drabble Fic: Two Parts, One Whole 1-4 (Adama/Roslin, AU)
Title: Two Parts, One Whole
Rating: T/PG-13
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Summary: Laura's cancer returns but not as aggressively as in canon. Can Bill and Laura's nascent love survive a different course of treatment?
A/N: I don't write long fic but I don't write really short ones either so I decided to challenge myself to write an entire story in 100 word drabbles. Here are the first four. There are fourteen completed with a real ending as of now but, gods know, the muse might get inspired to keep it going.
CHAPTER ONE
“If the Quorum only knew how amazing the military is in bed…”
The president’s thought disappeared when the admiral thrust two fingers inside of her.
Laura gasped, reveling in the sensation combined with Bill’s tongue working around her nipples.
“Gods, yes, Bill.”
He responded by taking a large mouthful of breast.
Suddenly, he went still and backed away. She groaned her displeasure.
“No, Laura. No.”
His eyes met her questioning gaze. The tears she saw there sent a chill down her spine.
“What?”
Wordlessly he found and guided her fingers to the mass lurking in her left breast.
“Oh, Gods.”
CHAPTER TWO
“It’s back.”
Two words.
Two worlds obliterated.
Bill spoke first, his hand squeezing Laura’s tightly.
“What’s the plan?”
Cottle looked at the president. Her stoic expression was easier to stomach than the fear in the admiral’s eyes.
“It’s confined to the breast for now. I suggest a double mastectomy followed by a round of Diloxan.”
Two leaders answered simultaneously, both insistent.
“No.”
“When?”
Laura reclaimed her hand to stand. Without another word, she walked out of the room.
Jack Cottle held his CO as he sobbed into his lab coat.
His own tears stained blue wool.
Neither man was ashamed.
CHAPTER THREE
He found her on Colonial One perusing reports.
“How can I help you, Admiral?”
He winced.
“Laura.”
She shook her head.
“No.”
He knelt beside her chair.
“Laura, please. For me. For us. Please.”
He’d decided on the Raptor over he was not above begging.
She looked back down at her papers.
“For the fleet then.”
She removed her glasses.
“Bill, let me have a few more months. Whole. Strong. Maybe it means we’re close to Earth.”
Two strong hands pulled her into his lap.
“Frak Earth. Please, Laura.”
Her eyes were dry when she spoke.
“I’ll never forgive you.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Bill woke to a pitiful whimper and nails digging into his palm.
“Laura?”
He stood to lean over her, stroking her hair comfortingly.
“Hurts.”
He winced at the soft accompanying moan.
“I’ll get Cottle to give you more morpha for the pain.”
She stopped him by refusing to release his hand.
“Bill?”
He was more than happy to answer the unasked question.
“Doc thinks he got it all. There will be the Diloxan but...it was successful, Laura.”
She shut her eyes, the searing agony in her former breasts a more welcome companion than the joy in Bill Adama’s eyes.
Rating: T/PG-13
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Summary: Laura's cancer returns but not as aggressively as in canon. Can Bill and Laura's nascent love survive a different course of treatment?
A/N: I don't write long fic but I don't write really short ones either so I decided to challenge myself to write an entire story in 100 word drabbles. Here are the first four. There are fourteen completed with a real ending as of now but, gods know, the muse might get inspired to keep it going.
CHAPTER ONE
“If the Quorum only knew how amazing the military is in bed…”
The president’s thought disappeared when the admiral thrust two fingers inside of her.
Laura gasped, reveling in the sensation combined with Bill’s tongue working around her nipples.
“Gods, yes, Bill.”
He responded by taking a large mouthful of breast.
Suddenly, he went still and backed away. She groaned her displeasure.
“No, Laura. No.”
His eyes met her questioning gaze. The tears she saw there sent a chill down her spine.
“What?”
Wordlessly he found and guided her fingers to the mass lurking in her left breast.
“Oh, Gods.”
CHAPTER TWO
“It’s back.”
Two words.
Two worlds obliterated.
Bill spoke first, his hand squeezing Laura’s tightly.
“What’s the plan?”
Cottle looked at the president. Her stoic expression was easier to stomach than the fear in the admiral’s eyes.
“It’s confined to the breast for now. I suggest a double mastectomy followed by a round of Diloxan.”
Two leaders answered simultaneously, both insistent.
“No.”
“When?”
Laura reclaimed her hand to stand. Without another word, she walked out of the room.
Jack Cottle held his CO as he sobbed into his lab coat.
His own tears stained blue wool.
Neither man was ashamed.
CHAPTER THREE
He found her on Colonial One perusing reports.
“How can I help you, Admiral?”
He winced.
“Laura.”
She shook her head.
“No.”
He knelt beside her chair.
“Laura, please. For me. For us. Please.”
He’d decided on the Raptor over he was not above begging.
She looked back down at her papers.
“For the fleet then.”
She removed her glasses.
“Bill, let me have a few more months. Whole. Strong. Maybe it means we’re close to Earth.”
Two strong hands pulled her into his lap.
“Frak Earth. Please, Laura.”
Her eyes were dry when she spoke.
“I’ll never forgive you.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Bill woke to a pitiful whimper and nails digging into his palm.
“Laura?”
He stood to lean over her, stroking her hair comfortingly.
“Hurts.”
He winced at the soft accompanying moan.
“I’ll get Cottle to give you more morpha for the pain.”
She stopped him by refusing to release his hand.
“Bill?”
He was more than happy to answer the unasked question.
“Doc thinks he got it all. There will be the Diloxan but...it was successful, Laura.”
She shut her eyes, the searing agony in her former breasts a more welcome companion than the joy in Bill Adama’s eyes.