Title is inspired by song 'When the night comes' by Joe Cocker and the lyrics in this fic is his too.

This is my first attempt at something smut like, so tell me, please, what you think!

And I don't own pretty little world called Battlestar Galactica. So there goes typical disclaimer-

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Loss. Helplessness. Fear. You are afraid of what will you meet you on the other side of the hatch.

News about Kara's death came all of a sudden. And your first thought was- Bill. As soon it was possible you came to Galactica.

And now he is on the other side of the hatch. But you can't move. You walked all the way here, but you can't cope with last few steps.

Hold On I'll Be Back For You It Wont Be Long
But For Now There's Something There That's Calling Me
So Take Me Down That Lonesome Road
Point Me East And Let Me Go
This Suitcase Weighs Me Down With Memories

Her day had started not so well. She was taking shower and there it was. Lump. It was like the first time when she found it. Denial. Fear. Anger. All those feelings came back like storm. All of a sudden she felt old, sick and tired. In one second her life was again turned upside down. She was too used to being well, healthy. The feeling, that all these years was missing out of her life. And again death lurked in the shadows. She now again had to resign to inevitable. Once more she was The Dying Leader to people. But she was just Dying Woman. Woman, who wanted to live, to love and to be loved.

I Just Want To Be The One You Run To
I Just Want To Be The One You Come To
I Just Want To Be There With Someone When The Night Comes
Lets Put All Our Cares Behind Us
And Go Where They'll Never Find Us
I Just Want To Be There Beside You
When The Night Comes
When The Night Comes

And now she was standing in front of wall. Wall, that divided her from another grief broken soul. Soul, that needed comfort as much as she.

She entered silently. Hatch creaked. The sound that she never before had noticed and now it was the most irritating sound that could be. She closed hatch but couldn't move to face the dim room.

She heard glass making contact with table. She turned around slowly. And then she saw him. Man who was her touchstone, her comrade, her friend. The man who held her heart. He sat on the ground, his back against the couch, knees bent and one empty and one half-empty bottle of Ambrosia next to him. He sat there barefoot, in his tank top. She slipped out of her shoes and slowly approached him. It seemed like he didn't know that she was here.

She sat down next to him and stretched legs in front of her and leaned her head against the couch. She raised bottle to her lips and took three swigs of what seemed now passed as alcohol. The Ambrosia burned her insides, and she welcomed burning sensation that traveled down to her stomach. She repeated action at least three times. And each time she got angrier and more laden with sorrow. They shared silence.

The alcohol finally had the effect on her.

She turned to Bill and stared at him. 'Do you have something to eat?'

'No.'

'Well then!' and she turned back and took another swig.

'Do you want to talk?'

'You?'

'Not really!'

'How is Lee?'

'Don't know.'

They drank more. Silence covered them as blanked and grief was now their ally. Bottle was now empty like they both. They both shared silent tears. Laura rested her head on his shoulder and Bill rested his against her head.

'You need to sleep.'

'Mmmh'

'Bill! Come on. You have to go to bed. '

'Mhhh. '

She shook her head and tried to stand, but alcohol was kicking in and she faltered.

'You are plastered and I am drunk. Now come on.'

He tried to stand himself but failed too.

'Frak me.' He muttered as he rose from ground and collapsed on the couch. He was lying on his back and starring at the ceiling.

She sat on the couch next to his waist.

'She is dead. Another child is dead. Another soul lost. '

In his voice she heard that he had lost hope. He couldn't do that. Not now, when she needed him to be strong. Seeing his pain made her heart break. All she wanted to do was to take this man and comfort him. To kiss his pain away. To steal his grief. But she couldn't. She felt helpless and angry and sad.

She ran finger along his brow. He was asleep.

Two Spirits In The Nigh
We Can Leave Before The Morning Light
When Theirs Nothing Left To Lose
Theirs Nothing Left To Fear
So Meet Me On The Edge Of Town
Won't Keep You Waiting I'll Be Around
Then You And I Will Just Roll Right Out Of Here

She cupped his cheek and ran thumb along his lower lip. It seemed that their strange relationship was filled with bad timing, responsibilities. She wondered if they ever will be able to fulfill their desires, display their feelings.

And she felt anger bubbling within her. She wanted to live, to feel, to take everything that life offered.

She bent down and touched her lips to his. They were soft and inviting, and Ambrosia only fanned her long forgotten desires.

She nibbled his lower lip.

'Laura'

She startled. His eyes were still closed and he mumbled something else which she didn't understand. She leaned again, this time making possession of his mouth with passion.

He answered her this time and his tongue plundered in her mouth. His hands grabbed her waist.

He was drunk. She knew that. He won't remember a thing. And it was fine with her. She didn't need cuddling, sweetness. She needed release. She needed to feel alive. And she was drunk.

He sat upright and leaned against back of the couch and now she sat in his lap. They kissed frantically, their tongues exploring, consuming. She wasn't thinking.

She didn't think when her blouse and bra hit the floor. She didn't think when his hands clasped her hips almost painfully and his mouth kissed her breasts. She didn't think when he grabbed her ass and squeezed and pulled her closer. She entwined her hands in his hair and pressed him closer. His mouth found her nipple and sucked it. She didn't think when he slipped his hands under her skirt and found her wetness.

She stood to remove her underwear. He pushed her skirt around her waist not wanting to wait any more and pulled her towards, so that she now straddled his lap. She helped him to remove his tanks and undid his belt and his pants. He was hard and she was aching with desire. She settles over him and takes him in. She rocks above him, her hands gripping his shoulders and his- her waist, drawing her even closer.

They both are moaning and panting. She bites his shoulder when climaxes. When she feels his throbbing inside she kisses his temple.

Bill lies down grabbing her waist pulls her down with him. 'Just one minute' she thinks as she lies down on top of him. They are still one when sleep settles over them.

I Know There Will Be A Time For You And I
Just Take My Hand And Run Away
Pick Up All The Pieces Of This Shattered Dream
We'll Make It Out Some Day
We'll Be Coming Back To Stay

I Want To Be The One You Run To
I Want To Be The One You Come To
I Just Want To Be There With Someone
When The Night Comes
Lets Put All Our Cares Behind Us
And Go Where They'll Never Find Us
I Just Want To Be There Beside You
When The Night Comes
When The Night Comes