Title: One Artist to Another
Rating: R
Fandoms: Battlestar Galactica (2003) and Firefly (Ellen Tigh & Saffron)
Summary: Not much was better then sex but Ellen Tigh had a feeling that the fallout from this evening would come awfully frakking close. Written for Multiverse 2006 as requested by florastuart.
Author's Note: No spoilers for either the Big Damn Movie or Lay Your Burdens Down, Part II. There's nothing here that would shock anyone who's seen season one of either show.
Cloud Nine was packed to the gills, overflowing with Colonial and Alliance diplomats and officers. The mood was tense yet euphoric, an electric charge filtered through the crowds that had gathered in every bar and lounge. They hung on every word that poured out of the wireless, breathless with anticipation as they waited for any news from the treaty talks that were dragging through their third long day.
Ellen Tigh waited with them, an untouched glass of ambrosia sitting by her elbow and a sweet looking Alliance junior diplomat on the stool to her right. Saul said that the Old Man was optimistic but the cost was too high for anything to be sure. Her glass sat there, untouched for the past hour and she hadn't had the heart to flirt with the nice Alliance boy for longer than that.
Not a whisper, not a breath, broke the heavy silence of the lounge, there was only the crackle of the wireless and then the distorted voice of the journalist on the other end introducing the President of the Colonies. Laura Roslin's voice came across as confident and comforting as it had since the beginning of their collective nightmare. Her voice sailed through space and announced that after a year of running they had all finally found a new home. The fleet erupted into cheers.
Euphoria swept through every person in Cloud Nine's finest establishment. Ellen wasn't sure which intoxication was stronger, the ambrosia in her hand, the hungry eyes of the boy to her right or the triumph and excitement that soared in her veins. If she noticed the petite redhead who slithered through the crowd, always there yet never quite in view, she certainly didn't remember her as she sipped her drink and smiled and laughed and did her best to wrap the boy around her finger and let the chaos flow around her.
She couldn't help the smug smile that crossed her face when she let that exceptionally pretty young diplomat frak her in the men's room. Only doing her part to cement the new peace treaty, after all.