Heartbreaker
A/N: This has not been an easy few weeks for me. Highs, lows, everything in between, and people adding their own little soap operas to what's already a bucketload of family drama. I started to work on my scrapbook pages (yes, starbuck92, I will get it to you on time and in Hebrew) and realized how much the people I've gotten to know in A/R fandom have helped me through this time. It seems strange to say it, because just a short while ago I knew none of you, and yet...
So I wanted to write a little gift for you all, even with the time pressure I'm under. Consider this just a down payment.
Thanks to many people: whatever_lj for getting me to write A/R in the first place. I am, as always, your creation. To icedteainthebag and nnaylime over on bsg_kink for getting me into drabbles, and to icedteainthebag again (this time over on remember_laura ) for keeping me excited about them. To someone, somewhere on my flist or in one of my comms, for a one-line comment about a show other than BSG for inspiring this drabble (when I remember who you are, I'll link). To treeofstars , whose beta I keep putting aside to write more drabbles. (icedteainthebag , you've created a monster. A monster, I tell you!) To bsg_aussiegirl , who didn't kill me for my drabbles. To snoopy0917 for reminding me of the power of a single well-turned sentence. And most especially to the minions, bugsfic , kastari , and lacklusterfic (in alphabetical order, because I'm not going to try to rank you!), who sharpened this drabble and made sure every relative clause was restrictive.
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Heartbreaker
Sometimes he thought he hated Roslin.
She'd come into his life, promised to be there for him, then a few months ago announced her medical condition meant she'd soon be gone.
He never expected to see her in the marketplace, carrying a pink bundle that squirmed like a kitten. She called him over to her.
"Yes, Mrs. Roslin?"
"Willy, I'd like you to meet someone." She unwrapped the bundle, uncovering a shock of red hair, two green eyes: a baby in a teddy bear romper. "This is my Laura."
He turned away. She'd left their class for that ugly thing?
So I wanted to write a little gift for you all, even with the time pressure I'm under. Consider this just a down payment.
Thanks to many people: whatever_lj for getting me to write A/R in the first place. I am, as always, your creation. To icedteainthebag and nnaylime over on bsg_kink for getting me into drabbles, and to icedteainthebag again (this time over on remember_laura ) for keeping me excited about them. To someone, somewhere on my flist or in one of my comms, for a one-line comment about a show other than BSG for inspiring this drabble (when I remember who you are, I'll link). To treeofstars , whose beta I keep putting aside to write more drabbles. (icedteainthebag , you've created a monster. A monster, I tell you!) To bsg_aussiegirl , who didn't kill me for my drabbles. To snoopy0917 for reminding me of the power of a single well-turned sentence. And most especially to the minions, bugsfic , kastari , and lacklusterfic (in alphabetical order, because I'm not going to try to rank you!), who sharpened this drabble and made sure every relative clause was restrictive.
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Heartbreaker
Sometimes he thought he hated Roslin.
She'd come into his life, promised to be there for him, then a few months ago announced her medical condition meant she'd soon be gone.
He never expected to see her in the marketplace, carrying a pink bundle that squirmed like a kitten. She called him over to her.
"Yes, Mrs. Roslin?"
"Willy, I'd like you to meet someone." She unwrapped the bundle, uncovering a shock of red hair, two green eyes: a baby in a teddy bear romper. "This is my Laura."
He turned away. She'd left their class for that ugly thing?