Alphabet Soup
Alphabet Soup
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Laura, Maya, Six
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: Occupation/Precipice
Unbetad so all mistakes my own
Thanks also to radek for inspirational pictures and froggy
A is for Anticipate 100 words
Maya sang softly to herself as she pottered around the tent; Isis murmuring contentedly to herself in the background. Maya smiled gently as she looked down on her. Isis was such a good baby, truly a blessing from the Gods. As was the woman she was waiting for.
Maya had never believed someone as smart and cultured as Laura Roslin would ever notice her. But to her amazement, the older woman had become an integral part of her life.
And as she heard footsteps approach the tent she felt the familiar surge of anticipation and longing that signalled Laura’s arrival.
Q is for Quilt 101 words
Laura tucked Maya back up in the quilt with an admonition to stay where she was as Isis wailed in the background.
“Isis needs me.” Maya would have sounded more positive had she not have ruined the statement with a bout of coughing.
“Maya. I am perfectly capable of taking care of a small child.” Laura gave her the ‘don’t you dare’ look that had quelled many a child.
Maya would have protested more but the combination of the medicine, Laura’s command and the warmth of the quilt reminded her of safety, of the time before the destruction, and bought sleep.
I is for Ink 101 words
Maya laughed as Laura batted her hands away.
“You promised.” She said accusingly.
“You said art. You didn’t say anything about painting me.” Laura pointed out. “It’s blue frosting and it’s cold.” She said shivering slightly as Maya ran the small brush over her breast.
Maya gave a good impression of an evil smirk. “You promised to be good and stay still.”
Laura just pouted; but submitted to Maya’s attempt at creating a pattern using her body as a canvas.
“And I will warm you up in a minute.” Maya promised retracing one of the swirls she’d made with her tongue.
D is for Dank 100 words
Laura hated New Caprica with a passion. Well, she would have done if she could be bothered. But caring for anything at the moment was beyond her now that what passed for summer had ended.
It was dark, dank, muddy and seemingly constantly raining. The tents leaked, there wasn’t enough food and there were huge bugs that popped in and out of the School Tent. Not to mention the constant smell of wet dog that permeated everything. And the fact that the damp made her hair impossible to control. Maybe it was time to cut it.
“Stop brooding.” Maya ordered.
M is for Marvel 100 words
Laura turned toward her erstwhile Teaching Assistant and gave her the patented Laura pout.
“I do not brood.”
Maya smiled widely as she stroked Laura’s hair. “Of course you don’t.”
Laura sighed, unable to stay in her off mood under Maya’s hopeful gaze. The younger woman never ceased to amaze her. Sometimes all she needed to do was catch Maya’s eye and she had hope for the future, for her future.
Maya gave her a seductive little smirk and wrapped her hand in the hair, pulling Laura into a deep kiss.
Laura reviewed her earlier thought of cutting her hair.
X is for Xmas 100 words
Maya looked up guiltily as she saw a tapping foot.
“Honestly, you’re worse than the children.” Laura said sternly. “Just because it’s Solstice does not mean you have to revert to your youth and hunt for your present.”
Maya looked expectantly at her. “So you got me a present?”
Laura folded her arms and did her stern schoolteacher stare over the top of her glasses. Unfortunately it had long ago ceased to work on Maya who unrepentantly bounced to her feet and hugged her.
That was something she was only just getting used to, the casual way Maya dispensed hugs.
L is for Loner 111 words
She was used to being on her own. A state of being that was easy to maintain as President, for fraks sake, no one even used her name, and she hadn’t noticed how far away she’d drifted from people. The isolation she’d worn as a protective cloak, not wanting to lose anything else.
New Caprica and resuming teaching had bought home to her the loneliness that had become the major part of her life. The children had very quickly worked their magic with their innocent acceptance of life and expectance of love and protection.
Then Maya and Isis had walked into her world and refused to take no for an answer.
Z is for Zipper 101 words
Maya turned her attention from the hug to a serious attempt to extract information about her present.
“No.” Laura laughed as Maya gave her a pathetic pleading look. “It won’t be a surprise if I tell you.”
“Please.” Impressive how Maya could turn one word into three distinct syllables.
“No.” the word came out a little shaky, understandable given the placement of Maya’s hands and the slow, downward movement of the zipper on her trousers.
“Come on. Tell me. You know you want to.”
Laura shook her head; trying to ignore the sensations that Maya was creating with her gifted fingers.
W is for Wanton 101 words
“You are asking for trouble.” Laura pointed out as Maya stepped away from her; not sure she was chiding her for starting the torment, or for stopping it.
“Am I?” Maya licked her lips, staring at Laura.
“Aha.” For a school teacher Laura could be surprisingly incoherent on occasion. But then sometimes she tired of talking. And this was one of those occasions.
Laura tilted her head to one side considering her options before deciding that offence was the best form of defence and pulled the younger woman into a kiss that, at least for a few moments stopped her questioning.
B is for Bamboozle 100 words
Maya, not for the first time in this relationship was confused. For most of the day Laura had been on edge, pacing the tent until just before sunset when she went to the edge of the settlement and watched the sun set and the stars rise. Well over an hour later, she still hadn’t moved; was still stood motionless; arms folded around herself, watching the skies, despite the cold, dark and the light rain.
Eventually, Maya gave up waiting for Laura and went out, taking her gently by the hand and leading her to the relative warmth of the tent.
C is for Collapse 100 words
Maya’s dreams for a happy ever after for her family had just been shattered into a thousand pieces, the jagged shards of hope lost falling at her feet with the arrival of the Cylons.
Now she knew what had Laura so distressed the day before.
And more importantly, she knew it was only a matter of time before Laura was taken from her, because despite her role as a teacher, Maya knew that the people would start looking to Laura for guidance. And Laura, being Laura, would be unable to deny them in their time of need to save herself.
Y is for Yank 100 words
Six wrapped a not so gentle hand around Laura’s hair, pulling back until the woman’s neck was bent to an extremely uncomfortable angle.
Laura’s eyes were closed, hiding her emotions. But Six could see the blood pulsing though her veins, hear the sudden increase in her heart rate that indicated the change in her emotional state.
She ran her other hand down gently the side of Laura’s face before exerting pressure on her throat. Just enough pressure to make breathing difficult but not quite enough to cause unconsciousness.
All to make the point that Laura’s life was in her hands.
N is for Narcotic 100 words
Laura felt the familiar sensation of the Chamalla drug hitting her system and wondered just how big a dose she’d been given. Her answer came with a burning sensation in her veins and her world tilting alarmingly before collapsing in on itself. The glass of water she’d drunk from shattered into a thousand pieces as she swayed to the beat of the drug.
‘Frakking Cylons’ was her last coherent thought along with a heartfelt prayer to the Lords of Kobol to protect her.
Six watched, hoping for answers as the prophet curled into a ball, visible shudders wracking her body.
F is for Fatal 100 words
The dreamscape was familiar but somehow wrong. The streets of the settlement weaving in and out of existence, a circle of snakes surrounding her protectively. In the distance she saw herself talk to Zarek, then head toward Colonial One as bullets and explosions peppered the air.
Laura watched the colonials find their way to ships and freedom. Or at least most of them escaped.
As she walked the deserted streets the bodies called out to her accusingly.
Following an invisible path she found the one body she had hoped never to see. Sometimes the price of freedom was too high.
P is for Paltry 100 words
Laura looked at the pathetic excuse for a meal the Cylons had left in front of her. Grey gloop and water. Fantastic. Just what she wanted. Crap that looked and tasted of cardboard and water that had the distinctive stagnant tang of being stood for too long.
Not to mention no spoon.
Cylon hospitality sucked in the worst way.
Laura sighed and pushed the plate back toward the door. She was long past being hungry and the last time she’d eaten the provisions they’d been drugged. And she wasn’t going to take that chance again.
So, once again, she endured.
G is for Girdle 110 words
Laura fought the restraining arms around her waist in what she knew was a futile gesture; though she felt compelled to make it anyway.
Being force fed was not on her list of all time favourite things to have done to her, but then again nothing in the occupation had been to her liking so far and she didn’t expect that to change any time soon.
What she hadn’t expected was the Cylons to try and keep her alive. When she had started refusing food and drink to avoid the drugs she had expected them to allow her to die. Instead they were taking drastic measures to save her. Strange.
E is for Elliptical 100 words
Six was angry, not to mention more than a little frustrated with Roslin’s obscure and cryptic answers to questions; admittedly made worse by the chamalla that had been administered. That was the last time she was letting Cavil have his way.
Roslin had done nothing but stare into space, pace and rock while under the influence, any comments she made rambling, unconnected and incoherent, at least to the listening Cylons.
And Roslin coming down from the drugs, although amusing to watch, gave them no useful information either; though Six was struck by the nagging sensation that they’d missed something important.
S is for Startle 100 words
Six studied the sleeping captive, after the chamalla debacle maybe Leoban was right, perhaps the time had come to take things back to basics.
Laura was woken from an unexpectedly sound sleep by a presence in her cell, coming wide awake in an instant as she saw her guests. Two Sixes and Leoban. That always struck Laura as odd, how some of the Cylons she always referred to as a name, and some a number.
Six watched Laura’s eyes go from a confused green as she woke to a grey of contemplation.
Laura closed her eyes. This was not good.
K is for Knife 100 words
Leoban pulled the knife he was holding slowly into Laura’s view, allowing a shard of light to reflect off the metal surface into her eyes.
Well, she was definitely right; this was not going to be good for her.
Taking up a position on her right Six smiled seductively at her, an expression eerily mirrored by the Six on her left. Each took an arm and backed her against the wall.
This was new. Frakked up and weird maybe, but definitely a new, and in her opinion, not improved tactic. More to the point, not a tactic she approved of.
J is for Jugular 100 words
The knife slowly traced its way from her cheekbone to her throat, reminding her, as Six had earlier, that she was in their power.
Highlighting the artery in her neck, the knife pointed out her vulnerability, her closeness to death. As if she needed reminding of that. Seems like she’d been intimately connected with death for most of her life.
The point caressed the hollow of her throat before pressing deeply into the flesh drawing blood. Laura shut her eyes against the sensation, drawing deeply on her self-control to stop herself from struggling against the hold Six had on her.
T is for Trickle 100 words
A small trickle of blood ran slowly down her chest. Leoban laughed delightedly, sending shudders of revulsion down Laura’s spine.
She concentrated on the small sensations of her surroundings to avoid thinking of him. The cold of the wall, the pressure on her wrists from Sixes’ constraining hands, the pain from the cut and the sharpness of the blade.
Leoban ran a finger into the blood and used the warm liquid to redden his lips, his smile never reaching his eyes.
He watched her eyes follow his movements and the delicate shiver she gave as he licked his lips.
R is for Rind 101 words
The longer Laura spent in Detention the more exposed she felt. The façade she wore to protect herself was gradually being chipped away by the constant hunger, the fear, the cold.
Every time she was left alone she rebuilt her barriers and every time she thought she had succeeded the Cylons returned and knocked them down.
She could be wrong but it appeared that the Cylons didn’t want information from her; they wanted to break her down. Why she wasn’t sure, she just knew it was at Six’s request. She had to fight that with all the weapons at her disposal.
H is for Hankering 100 words
Her Grandmother had always said, ‘when life hands you lemons, make lemonade’. Laura had always considered her a cranky old bat, but sometimes there was a kernel of truth in her sayings. She wondered just how to apply that homily to her current situation and was coming up short; mainly because she had got herself caught up in a downward spiral of remembering every thing she missed about her pre- holocaust life.
Caught in the yearning for safety, warmth, home and decent food.
Well, actually, technically she was lost in yearning for chocolate. The decadent sensation of expensive, dark chocolate.
U is for Undulating 110 words
Six walked into Laura’s cell, hips swaying seductively. She’d spent a lot of time learning seduction techniques and Three and Eight had suggested maybe a different approach might work with Laura.
Laura’s eyes narrowed as she calculated the latest move. This whole feeling of being the Cylons’ favourite plaything was wearing her down.
Watching Six, she did have to admit, the blonde really did know how to work the walk. Baltar must have been an easy target.
Which bought her to the realisation of the latest ploy. The pragmatic part of her welcomed the move, because it would be less painful than some of the other methods they had used.
V is for Votive 100 words
Six wondered if the other Cylons realised she was doing this as much for herself as she was for them.
God had a plan; and that plan involved Laura Roslin. Whether Eight believed it or not, Six knew that the Prophet was integral to the Cylons’ future. More importantly to Six’s future.
Six moved close, close enough that her breath moved tendrils of Laura’s hair. Laura watched her, eyes green and full of mystery, of promise. Eyes that promised life and death in equal measure.
Six offered in herself a promise of salvation. Dedicating herself to God, and to Laura.
O is for Opposite 100 words
Baltar considered the two women in front of him. So physically opposite; yet hauntingly similar. Not that either would ever admit to that.
Both were totally committed to their people’s survival; both prepared to sacrifice all they had, all they were. Both ruthless, religious and pragmatic. Light and dark. Dark and light.
The only problem was, he didn’t know which was which.
And he had the sneaking suspicion that if the two of them were ever to connect on any level then there was nothing in the Universe that could stop them. And that scared him more than anything else.