Bill/Saul, T, Tonight
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October 18 2011, 18:33:43 UTC
Saul sniffed and tipped the bottle back, examining the tiny amount of liquid in the bottom.
Pathetic - just like his life.
Godsdamint! When was he going to stop this? When was he going to get over Bill’s inherent need to be so frakkin’ self-contained.
He drained the drop of liquid and dropped the bottle into the basket.
He knew that most likely that point was going to be never.
Even so, it still frakkin’ hurt. It hurt like every time they faced one another across combat and Bill smiled like he hadn’t had his hard body lying so compliantly on his bed the night before.
Saul dragged him numb limbs up from the chair, and stumbled over to the draw to get another bottle.
And his hand clasped around it… ...just as another hand settled on his shoulder.
“You love him more than me!” He throws the chair on the console and things hiss and smoke. She draws in a breath. Let him do this, she thinks. You have all the true specs and notes at home
( ... )
Jean didn't count the number of days since the worlds had ended. No point; counting would imply that she believed she could stop counting because one day they would be saved. That hope didn't exist anymore. Run, hide, shoot the skin-jobs, drink just enough to fall asleep; then they started over again
( ... )
Erin had her gun at the ready, even though the prisoner could barely move--he had the metal collar around his neck with the long lead stick attached, and wrist and ankle cuffs bound together around his waist.
She didn't take her eyes from him, even as the President entered the room. He tilted his head forward at that moment, an echo of a courtly bow.
The President stared at him, arching one eyebrow.
"Madame President," he murmured.
"And what shall I call you?"
"Leoben will do fine," he said. The cylon raised his hands the few inches that the chains and cuffs allowed. "I'd shake your hand, but..."
The President didn't respond to that. Instead she ordered the marines accompanying her to bring her a chair.
Erin glanced at her as she sat across the table from the cylon. Laura Roslin, who had seemed so indomitable, looked relieved to be sitting. Her skin was pale, the lines around her mouth more pronounced.
Again the cylon spoke first. "I wanted to ask you about them the last time we talked."
Oh, that was what he was asking. Her momentary relief gave way to anger.
"I still follow her."
Gaius laughed, pulling himself away from her. Go on, it meant. Go back and tell her what you've been doing, for how long. Tory pulled the blanket closer to herself and didn't move back into his embrace.
"Why?" He asked again. Why do they keep turning to her? was his real question.
She decided to be honest. "I saw her being sworn in."
"You were there."
"No, not then. The first time. On the day of the attacks."
"You were onboard?"
"The reporters were, one recorded a vid." Tory stopped, suddenly feeling angry for exposing something of herself. "I wasn't frakking her, if that was what you were expecting."
Gaius cringed, and she wondered if Gaeta ever regretted what he did.
She decided to dig into Baltar's guilt. "She never did anything to break my heart, so I never felt like turning away." Until now, until.. Pushing aside the blanket she stood and began to look
( ... )
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Pathetic - just like his life.
Godsdamint! When was he going to stop this? When was he going to get over Bill’s inherent need to be so frakkin’ self-contained.
He drained the drop of liquid and dropped the bottle into the basket.
He knew that most likely that point was going to be never.
Even so, it still frakkin’ hurt. It hurt like every time they faced one another across combat and Bill smiled like he hadn’t had his hard body lying so compliantly on his bed the night before.
Saul dragged him numb limbs up from the chair, and stumbled over to the draw to get another bottle.
And his hand clasped around it…
...just as another hand settled on his shoulder.
“Saul… you know I’m sorry, right?”
Saul nodded. For it was true. Tonight at least.
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She didn't take her eyes from him, even as the President entered the room. He tilted his head forward at that moment, an echo of a courtly bow.
The President stared at him, arching one eyebrow.
"Madame President," he murmured.
"And what shall I call you?"
"Leoben will do fine," he said. The cylon raised his hands the few inches that the chains and cuffs allowed. "I'd shake your hand, but..."
The President didn't respond to that. Instead she ordered the marines accompanying her to bring her a chair.
Erin glanced at her as she sat across the table from the cylon. Laura Roslin, who had seemed so indomitable, looked relieved to be sitting. Her skin was pale, the lines around her mouth more pronounced.
Again the cylon spoke first. "I wanted to ask you about them the last time we talked."
"You wanted to ask me?" The ( ... )
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Tory froze.
"Why did you follow her for so long?"
Oh, that was what he was asking. Her momentary relief gave way to anger.
"I still follow her."
Gaius laughed, pulling himself away from her. Go on, it meant. Go back and tell her what you've been doing, for how long. Tory pulled the blanket closer to herself and didn't move back into his embrace.
"Why?" He asked again. Why do they keep turning to her? was his real question.
She decided to be honest. "I saw her being sworn in."
"You were there."
"No, not then. The first time. On the day of the attacks."
"You were onboard?"
"The reporters were, one recorded a vid." Tory stopped, suddenly feeling angry for exposing something of herself. "I wasn't frakking her, if that was what you were expecting."
Gaius cringed, and she wondered if Gaeta ever regretted what he did.
She decided to dig into Baltar's guilt. "She never did anything to break my heart, so I never felt like turning away." Until now, until.. Pushing aside the blanket she stood and began to look ( ... )
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