Angel
William 'Husker' Adama, the proud Ol' Man, Admiral of the Colonial Fleet, sat atop of his hill, will only the body and lingering spirit of Laura Roslin, the stubborn school teacher, the reluctant President who had grown to her full potential, but more importantly, the woman who had, and still held, Adama's heart.
Here he sat, a grave ill-fit for a President behind him, all alone.
"I laid out the cabin today" Bill started in an attempt to ease his heavy heart. "It's going to have an easterly view." His, no their cabin was going to be situated right below this hill.
"You should see the light we get here." He could see himself, an even older man, waking from a soundless slumber, peering out his window, a faint glow from behind the adjoining mountains welcoming him to a new morning routine.
"When the sun comes from behind those mountains, it's almost heavenly." The fresh air would rejuvenate his senses as he rose from bed, and trekked up the hill to her grave.
"It reminds me of you" And as the sun rose to signal a new day, Bill would be at her side, every day, for the rest of his life. Turning his head, Bill looked to the achingly fresh grave, wishing she could have stayed until the cabin had been finished, but also glad that the pain was over. For her at least. He would feel her absence, everyday. But he would struggle past it, carry the burden alone, even though his shoulders where so tired. Oh so tired.
Bill stood when he felt he could no longer take the pressure that clutched at his heart, and stood atop the hill looking down at the green valley bellow, closing his eyes and relaxing into a breeze that blew past him, ruffling his hair. He allowed himself a moment of weakness, imagining it was Laura's touch that eased his pain, Laura's touch that ran down his jaw-bone, cupping his chin. As he opened his eyes he saw her before him, with a melancholy smile, and he put all the effort he could into one last smile for her vivid face, and before he knew it she was carried away with the breeze.
"I want stories..." He could have sworn he heard as her image vanished, as he turned to give one last look at the monument toward her physical presence on Earth. Absent mindedly, his thumb moved to his ring finger, but met with no gold band, but knowing that it was with her. And with a slightly lighter heart, Bill Adama walked down the hill, slow yet willing to give life a chance. Even if it meant it would be without her by his side. Even if it meant he would never be whole while he drew breath.
AN: This was mainly written to get me to stop crying over the finale. I swear, I'm far too emotional for my own good. As it was more than half of this story was written while I sobbed. Please tell me how to imporove, reviews are always welcome, and thatnk for reading.