Fic: Time Spent (BSG: Bill Adama, Laura Roslin; K; 1/5)
Title: Time Spent (1/5)
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Rating: K (for now)
Word Count (ch1): 263
Beta: sasha_lilyrat
Spoilers: Home II
Summary: Five times Bill made Laura coffee. For firstlady1408.
A/N: I have taken some liberties with the layout of Bill’s quarters in this one... I never can remember. This part can be read as simply friendship, for those of you on the flist who don't 'ship them...
On setting foot inside Commander Adama’s quarters for their first true meeting since Kobol, Laura Roslin’s attention is immediately half captured by what she can smell on the air, even as the other half sends a searching gaze around the room, looking for its occupant.
Where in the name of all the gods did he find coffee out here?
She’s mystified and, at the same time, enticed. The scent isn’t quite like the coffee she remembers, but it seems close enough that it wouldn’t matter.
Laura moves forward.
“Bill?” she calls quietly, testing the name she’s used little as of yet. His guards are outside, so he must be here somewhere. Her question is answered a moment later when he steps from around the corner where his kitchenette arrangement hides, holding two steaming mugs.
“Madame President,” he greets her, smiling slightly, and that in itself is rare. “Please, take a seat.”
Laura does as she’s been bid, the frisson of relief that washes through her moving into curiosity. Bill hands her one of the mugs, setting the other down on the table in front of him as he moves to seat himself alongside her.
“Picon Bronze Roast, the last I had left,” he explains companionably. “Thought you might appreciate it.”
She’s sure her grin could light the lamp by itself.
“Thank you, Bill,” she says before taking a sip of the strong, bitter brew, her eyes half closing with the memory and the taste of it.
“You’re welcome,” he responds, his eyes warm, “Laura.”
She smiles. Some bridges, once burned, can still be mended.
-fin
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Rating: K (for now)
Word Count (ch1): 263
Beta: sasha_lilyrat
Spoilers: Home II
Summary: Five times Bill made Laura coffee. For firstlady1408.
A/N: I have taken some liberties with the layout of Bill’s quarters in this one... I never can remember. This part can be read as simply friendship, for those of you on the flist who don't 'ship them...
On setting foot inside Commander Adama’s quarters for their first true meeting since Kobol, Laura Roslin’s attention is immediately half captured by what she can smell on the air, even as the other half sends a searching gaze around the room, looking for its occupant.
Where in the name of all the gods did he find coffee out here?
She’s mystified and, at the same time, enticed. The scent isn’t quite like the coffee she remembers, but it seems close enough that it wouldn’t matter.
Laura moves forward.
“Bill?” she calls quietly, testing the name she’s used little as of yet. His guards are outside, so he must be here somewhere. Her question is answered a moment later when he steps from around the corner where his kitchenette arrangement hides, holding two steaming mugs.
“Madame President,” he greets her, smiling slightly, and that in itself is rare. “Please, take a seat.”
Laura does as she’s been bid, the frisson of relief that washes through her moving into curiosity. Bill hands her one of the mugs, setting the other down on the table in front of him as he moves to seat himself alongside her.
“Picon Bronze Roast, the last I had left,” he explains companionably. “Thought you might appreciate it.”
She’s sure her grin could light the lamp by itself.
“Thank you, Bill,” she says before taking a sip of the strong, bitter brew, her eyes half closing with the memory and the taste of it.
“You’re welcome,” he responds, his eyes warm, “Laura.”
She smiles. Some bridges, once burned, can still be mended.
-fin