Now I know I said I was finished with Capsized and I have, but I miss writing the humour, so this is sort of a follow up! These will just be little conversations that come into my head so don't expect regular updates.
Sunk
It was a very confused and worried Admiral that made his way through the corridors to his quarters. They were corridors that once again held shadows and unknowns round every turn and corner. Adama's world had been turned upside down again!
He walked into his quarters to see Laura lying on his rack reading through a report, fully clothed unfortunately but then considering the news he had to drop on her, maybe not.
"Hi," she said looking over the top of her glasses.
"Saul's just told me he's a Cylon," he blurted out.
"Oh, really, that's a good one," she laughed.
"I'm serious."
She sat up and gave Bill a long look before saying, "Are you sure he wasn't drunk?"
"No, he wasn't drunk."
"Are you drunk?" She asked next.
"Laura, I'm serious, he told me that there are others too."
"What have you done with him?"
"Nothing," he sighed.
"Bill, he told you he was a Cylon, you believed him and you haven't done anything. I suppose you left him up in CIC running things?" She said loudly getting up from the rack to stand in front of him.
"I think if Saul was going to blow us all up it would have been before now, don't you think?" he said raising his eyes to her.
"Mnm, may be," she conceded, "When did he find out?"
"He says it was during the trial,"
"How?" she enquired.
"He heard music, in his head and it led him to meet the others," He said waiting for the outburst.
"He heard music, come on he's having you on Bill."
"Laura, you of all people shouldn't be making fun of this,"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you of the visions," he said waving his hands in the air.
His attempt at humour went down badly as Laura just stared at him. He guessed it was the teacher in her that made him want to apologise without her having to say anything!
"What do you think we should do?" he questioned trying to back away from his comment without having to beg for forgiveness. That seemed to happen far too frequently now they were a couple he found.
"I think we should go to bed," she said calmly.
He hadn't expected that! Or the fact she was now starting to undress.
"Come to bed," she repeated to him.
"Laura," he warned, they should talk this over shouldn't they?
"Bill, you told me that you have no worries about Saul blowing up this ship tonight, do you?"
"No but," he said before she interrupted him.
"Is he a danger to the fleet tonight?" Laura said while unbuttoning her blouse.
"No but," he stammered as he watched her.
"Do you want to put him in the brig?" was her next question as she reached round to unzip her skirt.
"No - but," he swallowed.
"Then come to bed," she reach out and put her finger on his mouth, "and if you say 'no but' once more then my shoes will never sit neatly in the corner of your room again, understood?" she said raising her eyebrows.
"Yes but," bill smirked, before reaching out and fondling her bra clad breast.
She turned and grabbed hold of his hand leading him toward their rack.
"Don't you think we should talk about Saul, though?" he said still unsure.
"I'm not taking Saul Tigh to bed with us, Bill, that's one fantasy to far," she said sliding onto the bed and pulling him down beside her.
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