Distractions
Title: Distractions
Author: nixmom
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
A/N: Hey all. After a month of vacation related activities I finally cracked open a new doc and tried to work my way through the layers of rust on my writing tools. This is a sequel to a fic I wrote for redrockcan on her birthday. It can be found here.
A special thanks to my ever diligent beta, afrakaday, for her time and titling help. I got nothing but love!
Her fingers fished around in her purse, searching for her car keys as she hurried down the sidewalk. Distracted while placing her order at the coffee shop, she’d obviously missed the small pocket on the inside she always placed them in and was blindly trying to identify them amongst the lipstick and pens and random pieces of paper that had accumulated in her bag.
She grew frustrated and finally looked down, immediately finding her shiny silver key fob. Her gasp of triumph turned into one of surprise as she collided with something, her keys and coffee flying.
Not something. Someone. A pair of large hands steadied her.
She looked down and found her own pure white shirt to be unscathed. Her sudden companion was not so lucky.
“Oh Gods, I am so sorry,” she muttered as she haplessly blotted at her victim’s stained brown shirt.
“Laura, isn’t it?” he asked.
She cocked her head like a confused puppy and looked up into vaguely familiar blue eyes.
“Bill. Bill Adama. If memory serves you spilled a drink on me the first time we met, too.”
Laura’s mind raced back. Picon. Almost two years ago. They’d met in the hotel bar. They’d been reading the same book. She’d been looking for a way to avoid the conference social hour; he’d been looking for a way to kill time.
“In my defense, I spilled it on the bar. Guess my aim is getting better.”
“That, or my luck isn’t.”
His rich laugh triggered a warmth that spread through her chest. She remembered it clearly now from when they sat and talked until the bartender kicked them out, remembering the way it rolled over her when they realized they were actually staying in adjoining rooms.
Bill Adama.
She'd never thought she’d see him again.
Author: nixmom
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
A/N: Hey all. After a month of vacation related activities I finally cracked open a new doc and tried to work my way through the layers of rust on my writing tools. This is a sequel to a fic I wrote for redrockcan on her birthday. It can be found here.
A special thanks to my ever diligent beta, afrakaday, for her time and titling help. I got nothing but love!
Her fingers fished around in her purse, searching for her car keys as she hurried down the sidewalk. Distracted while placing her order at the coffee shop, she’d obviously missed the small pocket on the inside she always placed them in and was blindly trying to identify them amongst the lipstick and pens and random pieces of paper that had accumulated in her bag.
She grew frustrated and finally looked down, immediately finding her shiny silver key fob. Her gasp of triumph turned into one of surprise as she collided with something, her keys and coffee flying.
Not something. Someone. A pair of large hands steadied her.
She looked down and found her own pure white shirt to be unscathed. Her sudden companion was not so lucky.
“Oh Gods, I am so sorry,” she muttered as she haplessly blotted at her victim’s stained brown shirt.
“Laura, isn’t it?” he asked.
She cocked her head like a confused puppy and looked up into vaguely familiar blue eyes.
“Bill. Bill Adama. If memory serves you spilled a drink on me the first time we met, too.”
Laura’s mind raced back. Picon. Almost two years ago. They’d met in the hotel bar. They’d been reading the same book. She’d been looking for a way to avoid the conference social hour; he’d been looking for a way to kill time.
“In my defense, I spilled it on the bar. Guess my aim is getting better.”
“That, or my luck isn’t.”
His rich laugh triggered a warmth that spread through her chest. She remembered it clearly now from when they sat and talked until the bartender kicked them out, remembering the way it rolled over her when they realized they were actually staying in adjoining rooms.
Bill Adama.
She'd never thought she’d see him again.