Laura seeks revenge!!
title: Treasure Hunt, Chapter One
author: redrockcan
words: 838
rating: F for fluffy (for the most part) with a helping of crack on the side
timeline: Crossroads, Part Two after the verdict
A/N: Laura finds an interesting way to get back at Bill for that not guilty verdict. Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the beta!! Cut line stolen and altered from HP!! Heh heh!!
The trial was over. Laura was pissed off and didn’t know what to do about it. Baltar was free and she'd been stabbed in the back by both Adama men. She didn’t remember how she ended up at Joe’s bar, but she'd been wandering around the ship aimlessly trying to get out some of her pent up anger.
The bar wasn't very busy. Laura looked over the sparse crowd for the Colonel. He was hiding in the back, but not well enough to escape her gaze. Of course the eye patch stood out among everyone else in the bar, so she found him easily. She needed to talk to him more than anyone. She went over to him waving at her guards to keep their distance.
“Buy me a drink Colonel?” She sat before he could say no. He looked at her through his one drunken eye and grunted. He wasn’t on shift not that that made a difference. He knew what she wanted to say, knew exactly what she wanted to talk about.
"Looking for a good time?” he scoffed.
“So who would have thought the only person in the fleet I could trust was you, Colonel.”
“That’s rich. What, are you hiding out from the old man?” He leaned in closer. “Or just trying to drive him frakkin' crazy?”
Laura looked away. Good it was working. “Maybe. It seems I didn’t have enough knives in my back, he had to stick in one of his own.”
Tigh looked at her. “You know he always takes the high road. No matter who and no matter what. Remember that. Maybe you and I are more alike than you know.”
“That weasel destroys most of humanity and no one seems to care but you and I.” Laura shook her head.
Tigh laughed. “Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore, Madame President. Maybe we’ve gone too far beyond it.” He downed another drink. She saw him look up past her. Bill must have come in. She had been avoiding him. She got up quickly, but he was already behind her.
Bill was pale which was odd for him. She knew she was getting to him the worst way she could, by pushing him away. She was good at it.
She’d been changing the times of her treatment at the last minute, knowing when he showed up with his book she wouldn’t be there and the effect it would have on him. It would drive him to a place he couldn’t handle, where he had no control and judging from the look on his face it was having the desired effect. He had to suffer at least a little and it was giving Laura the only ounce of satisfaction she could find after the verdict.
Laura looked him dead in the eyes but said nothing. He desperately wanted to talk to her, but she had closed him off.
“Can we discuss this?” He grabbed her arm tightly. She tensed and gave him a glare that altered the beat of his heart.
“Traitor,” she whispered because she knew it would hurt him and it did. He tightened his grip and she could tell he was struggling, trying to find the right words and not wanting to have this discussion where they were.
He pulled her over and looked in her eyes so she would know he was serious. “Isn’t it time you stopped playing this little game and came back to my quarters?”
As she pulled away, she looked down at his hand “Last I checked that wasn’t my ring on your finger.” He let go of her and she walked away, her guards following close behind leaving Bill speechless.
He could hear Saul chuckling behind him “Ooh that was a good one. Point to the President.” Saul tossed back another drink. Bill didn’t even look back at him, but headed towards CIC. The last thing he needed to do was getting stinking drunk. He needed to do something besides thinking about Laura. She was driving him crazy.
Back on Colonial One Laura stared around at her surroundings and sighed, truth was she already missed him and his warm, inviting quarters. She missed him reading to her and looking at her the special way he did and waking her so sweetly in the morning. Yes, she was angry with him, but deep down she felt something else that she surely wasn’t going to let that weasel Baltar take away from her. But what to do about it?
She pushed away her files for the moment and thought about how she could make her point. The wheels were turning. A smile crept across her face. All she needed was a little help to put her plan in place. It would be a little vacation from what was up the road ahead and gods knows she needed to have a little fun now while she could. No one would get hurt and she would exact a little revenge in the mix.
It would be perfect.
author: redrockcan
words: 838
rating: F for fluffy (for the most part) with a helping of crack on the side
timeline: Crossroads, Part Two after the verdict
A/N: Laura finds an interesting way to get back at Bill for that not guilty verdict. Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the beta!! Cut line stolen and altered from HP!! Heh heh!!
The trial was over. Laura was pissed off and didn’t know what to do about it. Baltar was free and she'd been stabbed in the back by both Adama men. She didn’t remember how she ended up at Joe’s bar, but she'd been wandering around the ship aimlessly trying to get out some of her pent up anger.
The bar wasn't very busy. Laura looked over the sparse crowd for the Colonel. He was hiding in the back, but not well enough to escape her gaze. Of course the eye patch stood out among everyone else in the bar, so she found him easily. She needed to talk to him more than anyone. She went over to him waving at her guards to keep their distance.
“Buy me a drink Colonel?” She sat before he could say no. He looked at her through his one drunken eye and grunted. He wasn’t on shift not that that made a difference. He knew what she wanted to say, knew exactly what she wanted to talk about.
"Looking for a good time?” he scoffed.
“So who would have thought the only person in the fleet I could trust was you, Colonel.”
“That’s rich. What, are you hiding out from the old man?” He leaned in closer. “Or just trying to drive him frakkin' crazy?”
Laura looked away. Good it was working. “Maybe. It seems I didn’t have enough knives in my back, he had to stick in one of his own.”
Tigh looked at her. “You know he always takes the high road. No matter who and no matter what. Remember that. Maybe you and I are more alike than you know.”
“That weasel destroys most of humanity and no one seems to care but you and I.” Laura shook her head.
Tigh laughed. “Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore, Madame President. Maybe we’ve gone too far beyond it.” He downed another drink. She saw him look up past her. Bill must have come in. She had been avoiding him. She got up quickly, but he was already behind her.
Bill was pale which was odd for him. She knew she was getting to him the worst way she could, by pushing him away. She was good at it.
She’d been changing the times of her treatment at the last minute, knowing when he showed up with his book she wouldn’t be there and the effect it would have on him. It would drive him to a place he couldn’t handle, where he had no control and judging from the look on his face it was having the desired effect. He had to suffer at least a little and it was giving Laura the only ounce of satisfaction she could find after the verdict.
Laura looked him dead in the eyes but said nothing. He desperately wanted to talk to her, but she had closed him off.
“Can we discuss this?” He grabbed her arm tightly. She tensed and gave him a glare that altered the beat of his heart.
“Traitor,” she whispered because she knew it would hurt him and it did. He tightened his grip and she could tell he was struggling, trying to find the right words and not wanting to have this discussion where they were.
He pulled her over and looked in her eyes so she would know he was serious. “Isn’t it time you stopped playing this little game and came back to my quarters?”
As she pulled away, she looked down at his hand “Last I checked that wasn’t my ring on your finger.” He let go of her and she walked away, her guards following close behind leaving Bill speechless.
He could hear Saul chuckling behind him “Ooh that was a good one. Point to the President.” Saul tossed back another drink. Bill didn’t even look back at him, but headed towards CIC. The last thing he needed to do was getting stinking drunk. He needed to do something besides thinking about Laura. She was driving him crazy.
Back on Colonial One Laura stared around at her surroundings and sighed, truth was she already missed him and his warm, inviting quarters. She missed him reading to her and looking at her the special way he did and waking her so sweetly in the morning. Yes, she was angry with him, but deep down she felt something else that she surely wasn’t going to let that weasel Baltar take away from her. But what to do about it?
She pushed away her files for the moment and thought about how she could make her point. The wheels were turning. A smile crept across her face. All she needed was a little help to put her plan in place. It would be a little vacation from what was up the road ahead and gods knows she needed to have a little fun now while she could. No one would get hurt and she would exact a little revenge in the mix.
It would be perfect.