Hello All!!! These are some oneshots for Roslin and Adama that I came up with.... when I had nothing better to do... Here is a few of them and I hope you guys like them.
Roslin sat at the table trying to stifle her sobs. Bill's words had hurt. Yeah she knew that he was a little drunk but they still hurt like a bitch. She couldn't sit her at the table and cry, so she moved over to the couch and curled up at one and hiding her face on top of the arm rest trying to get herself to stop crying. There was this overwhelming feeling of time slipping away from her and Bill Adama as well. When he left she tried to shake off her words like she had a dozen other times after one of their so called fights. She ran her fingers through her hair and some of it had come out. That's when reality crashed into her like a tidal wave. Then the little choice of doubt comes out saying, "What if Bill Adama is right and you will die and meaning less death."
"No, Bill didn't mean it." That was the part of her that cared for Bill Adama as a woman. This time she listened only the tears didn't abate, they just came faster. What she needed was anger. Anger at the universe, anger at Adama, and anger at Starbuck. But the anger wouldn't come so she was left with her tears.
Laura had no idea how long she had been on the couch crying when she felt Bill before he spoke, "Laura?"
"What Bill?" Laura tried hard to make an edge to her voice but there was a slight tremble to her words and if she knew it was there then so did he. She waited for his reply but none came. Instead Bill sat down next to Laura and placed his on her back. She wanted to cry all over again. Bill pulled Laura to him and held her while her body shook from a combination of emotion and exhaustion.
"I'm here for you Laura no matter what." Bill whispered and Laura felt a fresh wave of tears fell down her still wet cheeks. Hiding her face in his shoulder Laura just wept silent tears while Bill held her close. The last time they had been this close had been Colonial Day on New Caprica.
"I don't want my death to be meaningless." Laura whispered through her tears.
"It won't nothing you do could ever be meaningless. You're leading us to Earth." Bill replied resting his cheek on top oh her head. What he said was said out of anger and he wanted to hurt someone cause he was hurting; the closet person at the time had been Laura Roslin. As it was she was already on precarious ground with the Diloxan treatments.
Roslin pulled away from him and rose from the couch to start pacing. Bill wasn't sure what he was supposed to do so he chose to sit there and watch her. On her best days she could be confusing and now that she was dying again she was even more confusing than before. Some days the old Roslin would shine through and she would flirt with him like the old times and then on days like today she was painfully aware of the fact that she was going to die. He saw his opening to hurt her even more when he was drunk that he took it and now he regretted it; the man who regretted so little.
"I'm sorry." It was barely above a whisper but he heard it regardless. His quarters were so quiet you could hear a pin drop and the sound would be defining.
"I said I was sorry." There was anger in her voice now, "Sorry that you lost Starbuck, that you're losing Lee, and that you are losing me."
"Don't" Bill looked down and then made the move to get up off the couch to calm her down. Wrapping his arms around her Laura breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little pressing her back into his chest.
Bill had lain awake in his rack listening to her cry. He felt like an asshole for lashing out at her. 'For instant asshole just add alcohol.' Bill thought while he still held Laura.
"I have an idea." Bill said an Laura turned in his arms to look at him She still had a trail of tears staining her face but there was a smile there as well.
"Hmmm."
"You go and lay down and I will try to finish your work." Bill offered.
"You would do that?" Laura looked like she wanted to start giggling.
"Sure."
"Uh uh." Laura shook her head from side to side and moved out of his arms going to his desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a cigarette case.
"You remember that stuff that grew on New Caprica?"
"Yes."
"Well I managed to get these off Colonial One before Tory could stop me. Since my next Diloxan treatment isn't for a few days I thought..." But Bill was way a head of her and pulled out his fathers lighter that he was never without.
"I think we need this." He said and offered her the lighter. "How many are in there?"
"About ten." Laura replied before she lit the cigarette and took a deep drag letting it out in a long slow sigh.
"Should you be doing that?" Bill asked and lit one for himself.
"I'm going to die anyway, what's it matter?" She commented absent mindedly and Bill felt his good mood darken slightly. He took a drag and exhaled before speaking.
"Don't say that. I know you're going to die. So stop throwing it in my face." Bill replied in a controlled voice and it was a voice that Roslin had heard on more that one occasion. Right now he wanted to shake her until she decided to fight harder for life.
Another drag and exhale. Laura didn't say anything as she shed her shoes and crawled into Adama's rack. She propped herself up using the side wall and letting her legs dangle over the edge. Craning her neck she looked over at Bill and smiled a wicked grin at him.
Bill couldn't resist, he had to see what she was up to. He walked over to her and stood right between her legs. She offered him another one of her sly smiles and rubbed her right foot up and down the outside of his left thigh.
"Laura?"
"What Bill?" She took another drag and exhaled tipping her ash into the ash tray that was on one of the shelves then she held it out to Bill so he could do the same thing.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he tapped the cigarette till the ash fell off.
"Nothing." Laura commented and continued what she was supposedly not doing.
Bill leaned into the alcove and rested one hand palm down on the bulkhead a few inches from Laura's head. He placed the cigarette in the ash tray and watched as Roslin followed suit. She hooked her left leg around his right thigh and smiled again,
"Why don't you join me down here?" She jerked her legs up bending them at the knee and Bill had to brace his free hand on the other side of her to keep from tumbling into the rack with her. now she was staying up at him and despite her wicked smile there was the same gleam in her eye he hadn't seen before.
"What game are you playing?"
"No game. I'm just helping you with not being alone." Laura reached her hand up and ran her fingers down his cheek. Her right arm wrapped loosely around his neck and she craned her neck up so her mouth could touch his, gently at first then she put more pressure behind it and Bill knew. This kiss was different from their first. She had been dying then too and it was out of gratitude, but this was... Bill couldn't put words to it. He said he would be there for her right up to the end. so now he put more into the kiss. If this is what she wanted?
Bill pulled back to stand straight bringing Laura with him. He now stood fully between her legs with his mouth still hot on hers. Bill cupped her face. With his right hand he brushed some of her hair out of her face. That's when he pulled his mouth away to look down at his hand. Right there was some of Laura Roslin’s red hair. She got out of the rack and immediately put her back to him. It hit him there that this was it, she was really dying. he knew it but didn't want to believe it. This was a punch to the gut for him.
"Laura..."
"Don't Bill. If you say 'You're sorry.' I might lose it again and go back to crying." Laura replied and kept her back to him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Go to Starbuck. Give her a ship and let her try to find Earth."
"You believe her then?"
"No but she believed in me when I only had a feeling." Laura turned to face him and she walked over to him and wrapped both arms around his neck. She held him for a moment like he was her life line to stay in this life.
"Don't tell her it was me." Laura whispered in his ear and she heard him chuckle.
He pulled away and went to the hatch. Bill stopped just before opening it. Laura had climbed back into his rack pulling the covers over herself. Without saying anything he left her to her thought, of which she had many.
Adama returned a few hours later to a dim cabin and a sleeping Roslin. he walked back to his rack and sat very carefully on the edge to watch her. She looked peaceful to his eyes and that was a rare thing for her. When Laura left him, the fleet, her death would cast a shadow of despair and it would cost them greatly. Gingerly he moved some of her bangs away from her closed eyes and smiled. This was the Laura he liked to see the most when he was here and not in CIC or around the Galactica.
Just like the first time a single tear fell from the corner of his eye onto her hand, a hand that he didn't realize that he was holding.
"I guess even rough and tough Admirals cry." Roslin’s sleepy voice filled the silent expanse of his quarters.
Bill Adama was at a loss for words. This woman could do that to him and he was going to miss that greatly. "Yeah."
"Come here." Laura motioned for him to lie down next to her. Bill removed his boots and uniform jacket before getting into his rack with her. She had moved back the covers for him too. When Bill was comfortable he moved his arm and pulled Roslin in next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and fell back to sleep. The last thought she had was that Bill Adama would be there for her till the end. For the first time that thought comforted instead of fighting her.
The End.
Roslin sat at the table trying to stifle her sobs. Bill's words had hurt. Yeah she knew that he was a little drunk but they still hurt like a bitch. She couldn't sit her at the table and cry, so she moved over to the couch and curled up at one and hiding her face on top of the arm rest trying to get herself to stop crying. There was this overwhelming feeling of time slipping away from her and Bill Adama as well. When he left she tried to shake off her words like she had a dozen other times after one of their so called fights. She ran her fingers through her hair and some of it had come out. That's when reality crashed into her like a tidal wave. Then the little choice of doubt comes out saying, "What if Bill Adama is right and you will die and meaning less death."
"No, Bill didn't mean it." That was the part of her that cared for Bill Adama as a woman. This time she listened only the tears didn't abate, they just came faster. What she needed was anger. Anger at the universe, anger at Adama, and anger at Starbuck. But the anger wouldn't come so she was left with her tears.
Laura had no idea how long she had been on the couch crying when she felt Bill before he spoke, "Laura?"
"What Bill?" Laura tried hard to make an edge to her voice but there was a slight tremble to her words and if she knew it was there then so did he. She waited for his reply but none came. Instead Bill sat down next to Laura and placed his on her back. She wanted to cry all over again. Bill pulled Laura to him and held her while her body shook from a combination of emotion and exhaustion.
"I'm here for you Laura no matter what." Bill whispered and Laura felt a fresh wave of tears fell down her still wet cheeks. Hiding her face in his shoulder Laura just wept silent tears while Bill held her close. The last time they had been this close had been Colonial Day on New Caprica.
"I don't want my death to be meaningless." Laura whispered through her tears.
"It won't nothing you do could ever be meaningless. You're leading us to Earth." Bill replied resting his cheek on top oh her head. What he said was said out of anger and he wanted to hurt someone cause he was hurting; the closet person at the time had been Laura Roslin. As it was she was already on precarious ground with the Diloxan treatments.
Roslin pulled away from him and rose from the couch to start pacing. Bill wasn't sure what he was supposed to do so he chose to sit there and watch her. On her best days she could be confusing and now that she was dying again she was even more confusing than before. Some days the old Roslin would shine through and she would flirt with him like the old times and then on days like today she was painfully aware of the fact that she was going to die. He saw his opening to hurt her even more when he was drunk that he took it and now he regretted it; the man who regretted so little.
"I'm sorry." It was barely above a whisper but he heard it regardless. His quarters were so quiet you could hear a pin drop and the sound would be defining.
"I said I was sorry." There was anger in her voice now, "Sorry that you lost Starbuck, that you're losing Lee, and that you are losing me."
"Don't" Bill looked down and then made the move to get up off the couch to calm her down. Wrapping his arms around her Laura breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little pressing her back into his chest.
Bill had lain awake in his rack listening to her cry. He felt like an asshole for lashing out at her. 'For instant asshole just add alcohol.' Bill thought while he still held Laura.
"I have an idea." Bill said an Laura turned in his arms to look at him She still had a trail of tears staining her face but there was a smile there as well.
"Hmmm."
"You go and lay down and I will try to finish your work." Bill offered.
"You would do that?" Laura looked like she wanted to start giggling.
"Sure."
"Uh uh." Laura shook her head from side to side and moved out of his arms going to his desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a cigarette case.
"You remember that stuff that grew on New Caprica?"
"Yes."
"Well I managed to get these off Colonial One before Tory could stop me. Since my next Diloxan treatment isn't for a few days I thought..." But Bill was way a head of her and pulled out his fathers lighter that he was never without.
"I think we need this." He said and offered her the lighter. "How many are in there?"
"About ten." Laura replied before she lit the cigarette and took a deep drag letting it out in a long slow sigh.
"Should you be doing that?" Bill asked and lit one for himself.
"I'm going to die anyway, what's it matter?" She commented absent mindedly and Bill felt his good mood darken slightly. He took a drag and exhaled before speaking.
"Don't say that. I know you're going to die. So stop throwing it in my face." Bill replied in a controlled voice and it was a voice that Roslin had heard on more that one occasion. Right now he wanted to shake her until she decided to fight harder for life.
Another drag and exhale. Laura didn't say anything as she shed her shoes and crawled into Adama's rack. She propped herself up using the side wall and letting her legs dangle over the edge. Craning her neck she looked over at Bill and smiled a wicked grin at him.
Bill couldn't resist, he had to see what she was up to. He walked over to her and stood right between her legs. She offered him another one of her sly smiles and rubbed her right foot up and down the outside of his left thigh.
"Laura?"
"What Bill?" She took another drag and exhaled tipping her ash into the ash tray that was on one of the shelves then she held it out to Bill so he could do the same thing.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he tapped the cigarette till the ash fell off.
"Nothing." Laura commented and continued what she was supposedly not doing.
Bill leaned into the alcove and rested one hand palm down on the bulkhead a few inches from Laura's head. He placed the cigarette in the ash tray and watched as Roslin followed suit. She hooked her left leg around his right thigh and smiled again,
"Why don't you join me down here?" She jerked her legs up bending them at the knee and Bill had to brace his free hand on the other side of her to keep from tumbling into the rack with her. now she was staying up at him and despite her wicked smile there was the same gleam in her eye he hadn't seen before.
"What game are you playing?"
"No game. I'm just helping you with not being alone." Laura reached her hand up and ran her fingers down his cheek. Her right arm wrapped loosely around his neck and she craned her neck up so her mouth could touch his, gently at first then she put more pressure behind it and Bill knew. This kiss was different from their first. She had been dying then too and it was out of gratitude, but this was... Bill couldn't put words to it. He said he would be there for her right up to the end. so now he put more into the kiss. If this is what she wanted?
Bill pulled back to stand straight bringing Laura with him. He now stood fully between her legs with his mouth still hot on hers. Bill cupped her face. With his right hand he brushed some of her hair out of her face. That's when he pulled his mouth away to look down at his hand. Right there was some of Laura Roslin’s red hair. She got out of the rack and immediately put her back to him. It hit him there that this was it, she was really dying. he knew it but didn't want to believe it. This was a punch to the gut for him.
"Laura..."
"Don't Bill. If you say 'You're sorry.' I might lose it again and go back to crying." Laura replied and kept her back to him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Go to Starbuck. Give her a ship and let her try to find Earth."
"You believe her then?"
"No but she believed in me when I only had a feeling." Laura turned to face him and she walked over to him and wrapped both arms around his neck. She held him for a moment like he was her life line to stay in this life.
"Don't tell her it was me." Laura whispered in his ear and she heard him chuckle.
He pulled away and went to the hatch. Bill stopped just before opening it. Laura had climbed back into his rack pulling the covers over herself. Without saying anything he left her to her thought, of which she had many.
Adama returned a few hours later to a dim cabin and a sleeping Roslin. he walked back to his rack and sat very carefully on the edge to watch her. She looked peaceful to his eyes and that was a rare thing for her. When Laura left him, the fleet, her death would cast a shadow of despair and it would cost them greatly. Gingerly he moved some of her bangs away from her closed eyes and smiled. This was the Laura he liked to see the most when he was here and not in CIC or around the Galactica.
Just like the first time a single tear fell from the corner of his eye onto her hand, a hand that he didn't realize that he was holding.
"I guess even rough and tough Admirals cry." Roslin’s sleepy voice filled the silent expanse of his quarters.
Bill Adama was at a loss for words. This woman could do that to him and he was going to miss that greatly. "Yeah."
"Come here." Laura motioned for him to lie down next to her. Bill removed his boots and uniform jacket before getting into his rack with her. She had moved back the covers for him too. When Bill was comfortable he moved his arm and pulled Roslin in next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and fell back to sleep. The last thought she had was that Bill Adama would be there for her till the end. For the first time that thought comforted instead of fighting her.
The End.