Author: Dallas
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica, and its characters, don't belong to me. Which kind of sucks, but I'm dealing with it.
Pairing: Roslin/Adama
Summary: Laura and Bill had met years before the Cylon attack. It lasted a week, they were on a first name basis, and he never got her number…

A/N: This is just some crazy fun I decided to have. This is kind of me cheating in the fanfiction department, because I'm new to BSG and I was worried about missing things and all that, so I made my favourite characters teenagers.

Stretching her legs out, Laura put her hands behind her head and stared up at the sky. She was well out of the range from the noise of the carnival, but still in a good area to watch the senior pilots when it was their turn to show off. For a moment she stared past the bright blue sky, expanding her mind as if she was trying to contact her father. Somewhere out there he lay amongst the stars with the Gods. A shadow passed over her and she shielded her eyes in an attempt to see who it was.

"Would you like a drink?" He couldn't have been more then nineteen, three years her senior. She sat up to get a better a look and realised he was holding out a soda bottle.

"Pretty assured I'd accept I see," Nevertheless, she accepted the drink with a smile. "Thankyou…" She let the word drift into silence, indicating she would like to know exactly who he was.

"William," He sat down next to her in the grass. "My friends call me Bill."

"Laura," She shook hands with him before leaning back on her elbows. "My friends call me Law, but whatever floats your boat." The sun was so warm that she was tempted to fall asleep under its blanket, instead she took another look at her companion. He seemed to be doing the same, although his eyes frequently strayed to her bare legs.

"I saw you out here all alone," He suddenly looked out over the beach, realising she was looking at him. "You've been out here for some time, so I thought I'd come and keep you company."

"That's very noble of you, but I'm sure your girlfriend is waiting for you somewhere in that land of fun." She motioned casually back towards the carnival, turning her attention back to the sky. His eyes were almost the same blue, and she resisted the urge to look at them again.

"I don't have a girlfriend," He shrugged, crossing his legs and playing with the grass in front of him. Every now and then his eyes wandered back to her legs, but he couldn't help it. One creamy white leg seemed to shelter the other. Left knee covering right, and right foot covering left. "What about you?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

"Unfortunately for you, I don't have a girlfriend either." She smirked, knowing well that was not what he meant. If there was a shade of red he did not turn after her comment, then it wasn't worth being a colour.

"I'm sorry… I meant…" He was stumbling over his words, trying to work out what exactly he meant to say to her.

"No, um…" She couldn't let him die of embarrassment for her silly joke. "I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not good at playing the pretty wallflower, tend to speak my mind too much, as you've just witnessed."

"It's their loss," Bill muttered. "I like a girl who understands things beyond their own reflection."

"That's sweet," She smiled, sitting up so that she they were at the same level. "You're a cadet?" Her eyes, took in his uniform. She had to admit, like any other young woman she just loved the sight of a man in uniform.

"I was… I'm a Junior Officer in the Colonial Fleet now."

"Oh," She wasn't sure if he was showing off, but she did notice him puff out his chest as he spoke. Not that he really needed to. "My Grandfather was in the Fleet. It's definitely something to take pride in."

"So what brings you to the Carnival and forces you to sit far away from it?" He inquired, looking back at the colours in the next field.

"My mother is the fortune teller," Laura sighed, waiting for him to start running I the opposite direction. When he didn't, she continued. "We come every year, but I didn't really want to this year. So I came out here, and read a book." She patted the book lying beside her, which he had only just noticed.

"At least you get to relax," He smiled. "I have to do another flyover in three hours."

"That gives you three hours to do whatever the hell you want." She reasoned, picking a couple of daisies out of the ground.

"Do you mind if I stay here with you?"

"You want to sit and talk for three hours?" Laura laughed, gently threading the small flowers together as she spoke.

"We don't have to talk." He offered with a small shrug of his shoulders.

"Well I make it a rule not to make out with people I just met, in an open field." She raised her eyebrow and met his eyes.

"So if we were surrounded by trees…" A smile played on his lips as he joined in her little game, realising that she enjoyed teasing him.

"Oh," She placed the daisy chain gently on her head as she spoke. "Now that would be perfectly acceptable." She lay back down in the grass and he followed her lead.

"So why are you out here?"

"It's quiet." She told him simply, rolling onto her side to look at him.

"You were dragged to a Carnival against your will, so you're sitting in a field all by yourself?" He asked, staring up at the clouds circling above them.

"Yeah," She muttered. When she realised he wasn't going to look at her she rolled back over and tried to disappear into the galaxy again. "My Dad, and my sisters, died earlier in the year. I was contemplating life and our place in the universe."

"That's a lot to think about," He sighed, his hand rested over hers and she turned her head to look at him again. "Dark, endless thoughts…"

"You've done this too?"

"My sister died five years ago," He replied quietly and felt her squeeze his hand. "I spent a few restless nights on the roof of our house, staring up at the sky."

"I haven't tried the roof." She muttered.

"I think the open field is a better choice," Bill admitted, he turned his head and their eyes locked. For a brief moment they just seemed to stare at each other. It seemed odd to them both, that they felt so close and relaxed with a complete stranger. He turned to look up at the sky again. "You've got less chance of falling and breaking your neck." She laughed at his joke and he couldn't help but feel as though they were floating. Her laugh seemed to almost play out in some form of sweet melody, and he was tempted to close his eyes and fall asleep listening to it. The soothing sound stopped abruptly and he noticed Laura sit up.

"How long are the officers performing?" She asked.

"Only the next two days," Bill sat up and looked back towards the Carnival to see someone walking towards them. "But I have leave for the rest of the week… you're going?"

"I…" Laura dusted herself off quickly as she stood up and grabbed her bag. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It was really nice meeting you, Bill."

"Laura," He grabbed her hand before she could walk off. "Am I going to see you again?" He could feel her trying to pull away from him, but he put more strength into his grip.

"Ah, yes…" She glanced at the young man heading towards them, her green eyes flooded with desperation. "I'll meet you at the main gates tomorrow, what time's good for you?" She asked quickly as she finally slipped free of his hand.

"Eleven, but Laura…"

"I'll see you at eleven, I promise!" As fast as she could, she ran towards the oncoming figure. Bill stayed sitting where he was, trying to make out who the person was. He couldn't have been much older than Bill himself. There was a pause as Laura almost barrelled into the young man. She took his arm and they seemed to become caught up in an argument as they headed back towards the carnival. "Eleven at the gate…" Bill drew his knees up and leant his arms against his knees. Frankly, he didn't care about the mystery man. All he could think about was the time and place that's he'd see her again.