BSG A/R fanfic - Essential Element
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Essential Element
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Summary: Sine Qua Non - "An essential element or condition."
Word Count: idk
Disclaimer: BSG and its characters belong to the Lords of Kobol.
Author's Note: this was written in stratford, london, while I waited for the bus that would take me to the airport. it was inspired by the trailer for the new episode that will air tonight in the UK so there might be some SPOILERS. idk. this is also fic#2 of the 100 i wanted to write because LAURA ROSLIN WILL SURVIVE SEASON FOUR. i know. only 98 more to go. yay. this'll also be part of a fic!alphabet that i wanna do.
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Things had been different since she'd gone away. Since the cylons took her.
The precarious balance of power that Laura always had managed to hold in the palm of her hand, was missing. An admiral that seemed to be reeling momentarily from the loss of balance, a vice president that should, but would not step up to take the lead, and a new Quorum delegate that everyone was looking up to because the president used to be his mentor.
Who were they fooling?
The scale was off. The balance was gone.
They needed her.
She had been there at the beginning. At the the end of the worlds. Where others would have faltered, would have declined to give in to the despair that was so prominent back then, she stood up to the challenge, to the duty. And despite everyone's misconceptions that she was 'just' a schoolteacher and not fit for the job, she handled it incredibly well.
Later, they had voted for someone else, voted for the short reprieve instead of the legend that was Earth. They had turned their back on her, but she wouldn't desert them. She came back to her people, to guide them, to lead them, and they followed.
Laura Roslin butted heads with the Quorum delegates and argued her cases with the captains of the ships, but at the end, she always did what was best for the fleet.
Now she was gone, and the weight that had always held the scale in balance had disappeared, it's absence tilting the scale dangerously to one side, the contents on the verge of falling off.
Still, that was not the only thing that had gone missing with her disappearance.
He himself had felt the loss as well. It were the little things, like her smell slowly slipping from his quarters, from between his sheets and from his pillows. It had been only a couple of days, but he already felt the shadow of her presence, that had always lingered behind, even after she had gone out for the day, vanishing, becoming fainter.
A pair of her shoes still stood where she had left them, near the hatch to his quarters, her bag and her folders still rested naturally on his desk, like they belonged there. He hadn't moved them, hadn't touched them, for it seemed that they were awaiting her return, just like he was.
For days he had been waiting, like a predator before the hunt, waiting, that the government, or whatever was left of it, decided what to do. Decided who was in charge, who's turn it was to issue orders. For days he had watched from the sidelines, all the while ignoring the knot in his stomach and the aching in his soul from her not being by his side.
He had waited, because it's what she would have wanted. No rushed action or a decision made in the heat of the moment.
But something was missing. From him, from the government, from all of them.
And he was going to set out to find it. And bring it back.
The government had had its chance to act.
It was his turn now, and he was ready to take action, ready to right the wrong and to bring her back.
With a conviction he hadn't felt in days, Admiral Adama turned towards Helo. "Get ready to jump."
The look in Helo's eyes showed his surprise, but he turned to the other officers to relay the order, before turning back to his commanding officer.
Words he had spoken what felt like a lifetime ago came back to his mind.
It has always been between us.
And it would always be that way.
"Jump."
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The End
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Essential Element
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Summary: Sine Qua Non - "An essential element or condition."
Word Count: idk
Disclaimer: BSG and its characters belong to the Lords of Kobol.
Author's Note: this was written in stratford, london, while I waited for the bus that would take me to the airport. it was inspired by the trailer for the new episode that will air tonight in the UK so there might be some SPOILERS. idk. this is also fic#2 of the 100 i wanted to write because LAURA ROSLIN WILL SURVIVE SEASON FOUR. i know. only 98 more to go. yay. this'll also be part of a fic!alphabet that i wanna do.
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Things had been different since she'd gone away. Since the cylons took her.
The precarious balance of power that Laura always had managed to hold in the palm of her hand, was missing. An admiral that seemed to be reeling momentarily from the loss of balance, a vice president that should, but would not step up to take the lead, and a new Quorum delegate that everyone was looking up to because the president used to be his mentor.
Who were they fooling?
The scale was off. The balance was gone.
They needed her.
She had been there at the beginning. At the the end of the worlds. Where others would have faltered, would have declined to give in to the despair that was so prominent back then, she stood up to the challenge, to the duty. And despite everyone's misconceptions that she was 'just' a schoolteacher and not fit for the job, she handled it incredibly well.
Later, they had voted for someone else, voted for the short reprieve instead of the legend that was Earth. They had turned their back on her, but she wouldn't desert them. She came back to her people, to guide them, to lead them, and they followed.
Laura Roslin butted heads with the Quorum delegates and argued her cases with the captains of the ships, but at the end, she always did what was best for the fleet.
Now she was gone, and the weight that had always held the scale in balance had disappeared, it's absence tilting the scale dangerously to one side, the contents on the verge of falling off.
Still, that was not the only thing that had gone missing with her disappearance.
He himself had felt the loss as well. It were the little things, like her smell slowly slipping from his quarters, from between his sheets and from his pillows. It had been only a couple of days, but he already felt the shadow of her presence, that had always lingered behind, even after she had gone out for the day, vanishing, becoming fainter.
A pair of her shoes still stood where she had left them, near the hatch to his quarters, her bag and her folders still rested naturally on his desk, like they belonged there. He hadn't moved them, hadn't touched them, for it seemed that they were awaiting her return, just like he was.
For days he had been waiting, like a predator before the hunt, waiting, that the government, or whatever was left of it, decided what to do. Decided who was in charge, who's turn it was to issue orders. For days he had watched from the sidelines, all the while ignoring the knot in his stomach and the aching in his soul from her not being by his side.
He had waited, because it's what she would have wanted. No rushed action or a decision made in the heat of the moment.
But something was missing. From him, from the government, from all of them.
And he was going to set out to find it. And bring it back.
The government had had its chance to act.
It was his turn now, and he was ready to take action, ready to right the wrong and to bring her back.
With a conviction he hadn't felt in days, Admiral Adama turned towards Helo. "Get ready to jump."
The look in Helo's eyes showed his surprise, but he turned to the other officers to relay the order, before turning back to his commanding officer.
Words he had spoken what felt like a lifetime ago came back to his mind.
It has always been between us.
And it would always be that way.
"Jump."
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The End
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