Fic: Realisations (BSG: Roslin/Adama, K+, 4/5)
Title: Realisations (4/5)
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Rating: K+
Word Count: 259
Beta: missfoxie
Spoilers: Resurrection Ship 1 & 2
Summary: Five times Bill Adama realised he loved Laura Roslin.
She’s like a broken doll, almost, lying there on her couch in her fluffy white bathrobe, the pallor of her skin shocking against the fabric. Still beautiful, still Laura, but so clearly nearing the end of her life. It breaks his heart to see her like this, coughs wracking her frail body, too ill to sit up and so weak she needs help just to hold a glass of water to her lips.
The dull ache in his chest doesn’t leave him for the rest of that day. It’s present through all his dealings with Admiral Cain and her crew, through the acknowledged possibility of his own death; it spikes when Laura tells him, so indirectly, how much she wants him to survive.
I know that feeling, he thinks, wishing he could believe she will.
Standing in CIC, almost glad to have the excuses of the Cylon resurrection ship and the Pegasus’ threat to occupy his mind, he understands, finally, why it hurts so much to contemplate losing Laura; why it hurts so much to watch her go so rapidly downhill at the last. She’s a friend, yes, but she’s so much more than that.
He loves her, and it’s much too late an epiphany.
He almost doesn’t care if he’s killed in this conflict, standing alone in a room full of people, trying to hide the bitter pain of impending loss.
But he stays alive: for the fleet but because of Laura, because it’s what she wants him to do.
It may even be her last request.
~fin
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Rating: K+
Word Count: 259
Beta: missfoxie
Spoilers: Resurrection Ship 1 & 2
Summary: Five times Bill Adama realised he loved Laura Roslin.
She’s like a broken doll, almost, lying there on her couch in her fluffy white bathrobe, the pallor of her skin shocking against the fabric. Still beautiful, still Laura, but so clearly nearing the end of her life. It breaks his heart to see her like this, coughs wracking her frail body, too ill to sit up and so weak she needs help just to hold a glass of water to her lips.
The dull ache in his chest doesn’t leave him for the rest of that day. It’s present through all his dealings with Admiral Cain and her crew, through the acknowledged possibility of his own death; it spikes when Laura tells him, so indirectly, how much she wants him to survive.
I know that feeling, he thinks, wishing he could believe she will.
Standing in CIC, almost glad to have the excuses of the Cylon resurrection ship and the Pegasus’ threat to occupy his mind, he understands, finally, why it hurts so much to contemplate losing Laura; why it hurts so much to watch her go so rapidly downhill at the last. She’s a friend, yes, but she’s so much more than that.
He loves her, and it’s much too late an epiphany.
He almost doesn’t care if he’s killed in this conflict, standing alone in a room full of people, trying to hide the bitter pain of impending loss.
But he stays alive: for the fleet but because of Laura, because it’s what she wants him to do.
It may even be her last request.
~fin