Title: The Dance
Author: Melissa S.- Wikhoshkalaka na Kimimila
Summary: Colonial Day, Bill Adama remembers the dance he shared with Laura Roslin. The dance that changed his life.
Disclaimer: Any characters that are recognizable to their creators. Laura Roslin and Bill Adama are not mine, though I would personally not mind owning Bill Adama, but that is besides the point. No copyright infringement intendeed.
Rating: K+
Author's Note: I would again appreciate it if this was not copied and pasted places. If you want to share, its called a URL. Thanks goes to my Spell Check, though that does not do much good at times. And to my Beta Reader, Bellamortsdaughternesha.
Looking back, on the memories of, the dance we shared, beneath the stars above, for a moment all the world was right, how could I have known, that you'd ever say goodbye.
Admiral William Adama didn't think that she would ever say goodbye, and it broke his heart just thinking about it. He was brought back to the day that she named Gaius Baltar the Vice President. They were sharing a conversation over a drink and he invited her to dance. The moment she placed her hand in his was the moment he got lost, lost in her eyes, her shape, and her very existence. From that day on, everything changed, everything he thought and felt.
And now, I'm glad I didn't know, the way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance, I could of missed the pain, but I'd have to miss, the dance.
He didn't want to think about the pain he felt, after all this time he could still smell the scent of her hair, still see the sparkle in her gorgeous eyes. He could still feel the way her delicate hand felt on his shoulder, still see the smile that she had on her face. And the slight blush that was in her cheeks.
Holding you, I held everything, for a moment, wasn't I the king, but if I'd only know, how the king would fall. Who's to say, you know I might have changed it all.
When she was in his arms, dancing with him, their bodies close he did indeed feel everything. He felt as if he had the whole world in his hands, the future of what life would become. And he fell, fell hard when that was ripped from him, he wanted nothing more than to cure her cancer, to make the pain disappear from her face and body. To see her skin full of life again.
And I, glad I didn't know, the way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives, are better left to chance, I could of missed the pain, but I'd to have to miss the dance.
Yes my life, its better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, but I'd to have to miss the dance.
He wished beyond words that she would come back to him, that the gods wouldn't have taken something so precious from this world. If he had not stepped out, not asked her to dance with him that night, he wouldn't feel so lonely, so isolated, so heartbroken, he could have missed the pain of her death. But if he didn't ask her, he wouldn't have known the joy that she could only bring, the way that she was able to change his life, by asking her to dance.