This was originally a prompt given to me by the lovely okaynextcrisis over on Tumblr. It turned out a little bit longer than a minific lol. I decided to post it because I really liked the way it turned out :)
It's been a while sine I've written in the BSG sphere and id forgotten how much I loved these characters! The only thing I own is the story, everything else is not mine. Remember, reviews are love!
Normally she went in search of him in the middle of the night...when she felt the sheets had gone cold, she would seek him out in their quarters. She would stumble, bleary eyed and still half asleep through the darkness looking of him. Laura would find him slumped over his desk reviewing reports or at the farther end of the couch, a book clutched in his hand.
She would whisper for him to come back to bed, trailing her fingers across his shoulders and down the front of his tanks; the touch feather like. Her green eyes would sparkle and gleam, then he would know well what she wanted.
Come back to bed, she would whisper.
Her breath would fan his ear, Its so late...
I'm lonely without you, she would plead.
But tonight was different...he was the one who awoke to an empty bed although the sheets were still warm. She hadn't been gone too long if the indent in the mattress was any indication.
Bill sat up in his rack, scrubbing the sleep from his face as he waited for the room to come into focus. The first thing he noticed was that their quarters were still dark, the head door was open and the lights were unlit. His heart began to race as he realized she might not be here at all...then where had she gone?
He rose from the bed, muscles that had lain dormant for a few hours protesting at the stretch. It was then that he realized that the oversized brown robe of his she normally favored was still hanging beside the rack. Now he really was worried.
He pulled it over his tanks and boxers, tying the sash as he marched towards the hatch. Bill was startled to see only one of the stationed marines present as he pushed the hatch open. he sprung to attention when he heard the latch begin to spin.
"Sir!" he greeted, the salute firmly at his brow.
The Old Man couldn't help but grin slightly, "At ease."
The young man stepped into parade rest and before the Admiral could question him further he supplied the information.
"She was headed towards the observation deck," he reported, "about fifteen minutes ago Sir."
Bill nodded his gratitude by reaching up to the man's should and squeezing it gently. With that he started off down the maze of hallways, determined to find her.
He nodded to the second marine as he arrived outside the hatch to the obso deck, twisting the latch gently...he didn't want to scare or disturb Laura.
If he hadn't been looking for her Bill probably never would have seen her. She was tucked into the corner of the observation window, body slightly angled so she could see through the glass to the stars that lay beyond.
She was dressed in one of his old Galactica sweatshirts, the size making it look more like a dress on her. On her lower half were a pair of soft black leggings..he still wasn't sure where she'd found them; Laura would say they made her feel safe and protected. She had forgone the wig for one of her soft scarves, there would be no one around at this hour to seeker be less than presidential anyway.
Her silhouette was intoxicating and he yearned to go to her, comfort her with his touch. From the angle of her body and the light form the stars, Bill could see the delicate slope of her nose and the curve of her lips. The gauntness of her cheekbones could be seen from the way her jaw was moving...then it hit him. Laura was talking quietly to herself, her voice so low and melodious he couldn't help but sit and listen. he seated himself in one of the chairs in the back row.
He could hear the tears and emotion in her voice, the regret and all the confusion. She was just beginning to realize how real her reality was becoming. Bill had known she'd been struggling with it for weeks, but now? It seemed to be all coming to a head and it was too much.
She asked why a lot. Everything and anything she could ask the question of she did.
Why her?
Her lip quivered here a little.
Why was she the dying leader?
He could see her body shaking.
Why this life?
She rubbed her hand gently over her scalp.
Why this path?
Her sniffle was piercing in the silent room.
Why now?
The sob was muffled by her sleeve.
"Why would I find him," she whispered brokenly, "only to be ripped away?"
The pain in Bill's chest only intensified with her grief; she was hurting so badly and he didn't know how to fix it. He wanted to tell her it would be ok..that they would both be ok, but that was an outright lie. His ears perked up as she began to speak again and this time his heart shattered.
"Its so unfair, so wrong," she whimpered, fists clenched by her sides.
He made to get up and go to her, but her next words stopped him cold.
"He doesn't deserve this."