SPOILERS!!!!! I WARN YOU NOW!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of BSG or Laura and Bill.
Summary: it is 150,000 years later and soul mates who are meant to be together will be together. Laura and Bill meet on a crowded street.
rating: this will be M
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150,000 YEARS AGO:
Bill Adama was sitting on the hillside just watching the scenery; Laura Roslin's grave was at his back. She had not lived long enough to see the wonderful cabin that he would build for them. Instead her cancer had finally won and now she was at peace. Bill's heart was hurting just sitting here talking to her grave, telling her how the sunrise was heavenly and how it reminded him of her. She was his heaven, his home, and his heart. How could he live without her when he told Lee that he wouldn't live without her? Truth is he didn't know how to go on. He would build the cabin and honor the memory of his friend, and truest love. She had been his soul mate and Laura would remain so up until the day he died joining her in the next life. Bill wiped at the tears that started to fall from his eyes. He had been crying for her and he would continue to cry for her. Bill angled his head and looked at Laura's grave, he would have a hard life without her, but it would be full of their memories. Memories only lasted so long before they started to fade as well.
"Seeing him like this makes me so sad." Six commented as she watched the Admiral of the Former Fleet grieving for his lost love.
"He will see her again, some time down the road. And you and I darling will be there to see it." Gaius replied and looked at the Admiral as well. The older man didn't know it but he would have the life he should have with the woman who had become his life.
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150,000 YEARS LATER:
PRESENT DAY EARTH
Laura Roslin stood on the corner of the farmers market in a quiet little town. She rarely came down into the town unless it was to meet friends or pick up food. It hadn't planned for her to come down here at all but something compelled her nonetheless. Laura lived in this nice cabin in the woods by a stream with water so clear it was like looking through glass. It was the perfect setting to work on her novels. The peace and tranquility made the creativity flow. She had come to the farmers market out of compulsion, but when she had seen the fruit Laura decided to buy some. The apples and grapes looked wonderful and she even bought a few kiwis to go with them.
Laura wasn't looking where she was going and she ran into a solid body. When she looked up, she looked up into eyes as blue as the ocean. His skin was tan and his hair had a slight auburn tinge to it. She was stunned into silence. The town she lived in wasn't small but she knew most of the people by face and this man was new here. "I'm sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going." Laura said and took a step back, though she didn't want to. Something told her that she knew this man, but from where she wasn't sure.
"No, umm, please it was my fault." The man replied.
"It's ok, really." Laura said.
"I'm Bill Adama." He held out his hand and Laura couldn't look away from his eyes. Those eyes were something else.
"Laura Roslin, it's nice to meet you Mr. Adama." Laura took his hand and smiled sweetly.
"Please call me Bill. Could I interest you in a cup of coffee? Bill asked suddenly. He did know why but he didn't want to be out of her sight.
Laura knew she should refuse and take her hand out of his grasp but she felt the need to stay near him and touching in anyway possible, "Sure, coffee is good. I like coffee." She rambled and Bill smiled at her. Still holding hands Bill guided Laura down the street to this nice little cafe. Laura Roslin, age 29, started out her day meeting a man who reminded her of a half remembered dream, a dream she didn't want to let go of. Stuff like this only happened in novels, in her novels to be exact. Laura wrote book after book of romance about different souls who had crossed great voids to be with the ones they loved. And now this was happening to her. Why her? Why today of all days? She should have been in her nice comfy cabin working on her book before her editor strangled her. But instead she was going to have coffee with a complete stranger who didn't feel like a stranger. Laura worried the ring she kept on the ring finger of her right hand. It was good to take breaks occasionally and today would be one of those occasions.
CAFE COFFEE:
"Do you live near here?"
"I live up in the mountains. I have a cabin in the woods near a stream where the water is so clear it's like looking through glass." Laura answered and then started to laugh. She had the most severe sense of Deja Vu any one person can have.
"What's so funny?" Bill asked.
"Nothing, only I felt like I've spoken those words to you before."
"And I feel like I have heard them before." He responded. Ever since he had bumped into her on the street every time she smiled he would feel Deja Vu.
Bill Adama watched Laura sip at her frozen mocha and he couldn't get it out of his head that he had met her somewhere before. The way her auburn hair shined in the sun light and the way her green eyes sparkled when she wanted to laugh. They had been sitting there for nearly three hours talking about random things and it was the best day Bill had spent in a while. He even noticed the subtle ways she would touch the ring on her right ring finger. It was almost like she was nervous ad yet she wasn't. Or so Bill could see. He had glanced at the wall clock nothing the time. If he was ever going to get back to his job he would have to do it now or call in sick for the rest of the day. 'Call in sick." A voice whispered and Bill listened.
"If you would excuse me, I have to make a phone call." Bill said and got up from the table. Laura watched him leave and waited until he was out of sight before she pulled out her own cell phone and called her editor.
"Sharon hey, it's Laura. I'm going to have to cancel on you tonight." Laura said.
"I know, I should be working on my new book." She muttered into the phone.
"No, I'm having coffee with a man I met in the market today." Laura listened to Sharon go on and on about how she had a dead line and that she hadn't sent a manuscript in for a first editing.
"How long have you been having coffee?" Sharon asked.
"Three hours." Laura replied and looked up when Bill came back to the table. She held up one finger to hold off what he was about to say.
"Three hours? You have got to be kidding me. Laura you have a deadline to reach....." Sharon was cut off mid ran when Laura ended the call and turned her phone off putting it back in her pocket.
"Sorry about that, had to call my editor." Laura smiled sweetly. Truth was this time with Bill had been fun and she had been debating whether or not she wanted to invite him back for dinner.
"Past your deadline?" Bill asked. One of the first things she had told him was that she was novelist. He then told her that he had read some of her stuff and that he enjoyed her style of writing.
"No, approaching my deadline. I have one chapter left to go and I'm stuck on how to end it." Laura admitted, "I figure I should get home and make some head way on it before she comes to kill me."
"Your editor sounds like a peach." Bill commented.
"Nope, she's a demon. But I wouldn't trade her for the world." Laura replied and laughed. "Do you want to have dinner with me?" She asked suddenly. Bill looked up from his black coffee. He didn't know what he should say. All he knew is that ever fiber in his DNA screamed that he should say yes.
"What time?" Bill answered.
"I was thinking we could go back to my cabin and I could attempt to cook." Laura smiled. The last time she had cooked it hadn't gone so well.
"If you don't want to cook I can." Bill offered. It was something he enjoyed to do when he got the chance.
"Would you?"
"Yes, I would like to."
"Oh thank you. You get me off the hook of poisoning us." Bill and Laura sat at the table for a few more minutes just laughing. Laura had tilted her head to one side and some of her ed hair fell out of her face causing Bill to see a hint of blue. He thought that it was a trick of the light or something until he saw it again only this time there was purple mixed in.
"Laura, is there purple and blue in your hair?" Bill asked and reached across the small table to move some of the auburn out of the way and sure enough he saw neon blue and purple.
"I know it's stupid but I..."
"I don't think it is stupid. They're good colors on you." Bill replied and together he and Laura walked out of the cafe where she would take him back to her cabin in the woods. Today Bill Adama, age 30, met a woman who reminded him of heaven.
ROSLIN'S CABIN:
Laura opened the front to her cabin and stood back to allow Bill Adama entrance into her home. She had mixed feelings about this all the way here but as soon as he stepped out of his car and was at her side she felt sure about what she was doing and there were no reservations about letting him into her home. She had thought about all the food she had in her house and what he could possibly cook for them. Mostly Laura kept fresh fruit and things of that nature in the house because she focused most of her energy on writing that she only half remembered to eat and when she did she would go immediately for the fruit. Laura did know that she had some chicken in the fridge that she had gotten yesterday and some assorted other things. It was a good thing Bill offered to cook because she would have ended up throwing out half of the stuff she bought before the week was out.
"Kitchen is right through there." Laura pointed and offered up a sweet, innocent, big smile. Bill Adama didn't buy it for a minute but he headed to the kitchen because he was getting hungry as well.
"Why don't you help me out in here?" He called from the kitchen and Laura came in holding a bottle of red wine.
"Ok, I'll try and help you." Laura replied going to the cupboard and retrieving two wine glasses. Alcohol and caffeine what an interesting combination that was going to be.
Getting out of his way Laura hopped up onto the center island counter and began to swing her legs back and forth watching him mill about her kitchen. He took out the chicken from the fridge, some basil, fresh garlic, and oregano, along with tomatoes, and a few onions. when he crouched down to look for a pan Laura stopped paying attention to what he was looking for and got distracted by the line of his back as the shirt stretched. He was well built but not over burdened with muscle. Bill stood up with the frying pan and turned around which brought him within inches of a gorgeous woman who was smirking at him. Her legs were spaced apart at the right width for him to step between them and claim her lips, those red lips that looked like they were bitter and sweet at the same time. Bill would give anything to taste them.
"Bill?"
"Huh?"
"Food?" Laura giggled at his expression as he shook his head.
"Right." Bill said and moved to the stove. She had a nice set up for someone who didn't cook. He turned around to see her. She had turned to face the stove and now sat cross legged on the island counter. With her sitting like that she looked good enough to eat but Bill had better pay attention or he was going to burn dinner. Turning once again from Laura he put the chicken in the skillet along with the garlic, onions, basil, and oregano. Soon enough all the smells began to mix together and Laura heard her stomach start to growl in eager anticipation. Bill reached for the salt and pepper to add a little more flavor but he could smell something was missing. He once again turned to Laura and noticed she had opened the bottle of red wine. She had also poured him a glass. When he reached for it he saw a look of confusion on Laura's face when he didn't drink it. Instead he sniffed it and decided to put some in with the chicken. The last thing he had yet to add was the tomato sauce. Opening the can Bill made sure to coat both pieces of chicken. Turning down the heat he let it simmer for a few minutes. This time when he turned around Bill held out his wine glass for Laura to fill so he could take a drink this time.
"That smells really good." Laura stretched out all the words.
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah. I didn't eat this morning cause I had been up all night writing. So when I finally woke up I decided to go down the market for some fruit and then I bump into you. When you're a writer you have a tendency not to eat." Laura said and watched the skillet.
"Well if you would get us a couple of plates I serve it up and we can eat." Bill said. Laura jumped down off the counter and went to another cabinet where the plates were. She got two down and brought them over to Bill. She hadn't been this hungry in a while and that hanger wasn't for just the food. Laura again felt this feeling of security and warmth standing near Bill Adama that she just wanted this moment to last forever. This had to be what it was like living in a romance novel, everything seemed perfect.
Laura sat at her small breakfast nook and immediately dug into her chicken all the flavors that mixed together were marvelous. She would never have cooked for herself like this in a million years. Every bite the flavor paraded on her tongue and Laura found herself groaning in delight.
"This is amazing." Laura said around a mouth full of food.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it." Bill sipped at the wine and enjoyed the sight of Laura eating. This was familiar and Bill liked it. Something about this woman warmed his heart.
A couple of hours later Bill and Laura sat by a fire because the night had turned cooler. She sat on the floor and toyed with the rim of her wine glass before Bill filled it again. If Laura didn't know any better she would say that she was getting drunk. But this felt so right.
"I think I want you to sleep with me." Laura whispered and set her wine glass aside. Rising to her feet she stood in front of Bill as he stared at her up the line of her body. He hadn't thought he heard her correctly.
"What?" Bill asked.
"You heard me. I want you to sleep with me, and you are going to laugh when I tell you why. I want you in my bed because I feel like I know you…" Laura was cut off when Bill stood up, his arms around her waist. Bill claimed her lips and tasted her. She was exactly the way he thought she would taste, bitter and sweet all at the same time.
"I feel like… I know you… as well." Bill said between fevered kisses. She was some how linked with him and he wasn't sure why that thought didn't scare him.
"Every smile, every glance, and every laugh I know. You are like heaven and I want…" Bill stopped. He couldn't continue because of the emotions stirring inside him. In the past he had never been like this with other women. Mainly because other women were not this woman; they were not Laura Roslin. When he looked at her she had tears in her eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. She had a power over him that he didn't understand. They had just met and every wrong thing in their lives faded away with just one touch, just one kiss.
Laura wrapped her arms around his neck and Bill picked her up cradling her close to his body. He walked back towards where the bedroom should and found he was correct in his deduction. There was a single large room with a big bed. Bill set her on the bed and began kissing her again. Her fingers came to life then, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off his chest so she could feel his skin. His fingers roamed as well taking time with the buttons of her shirt, but he didn't stop there. He unbuttoned her jeans as well. Laura for her part removed the belt from his dress pants and tossed it somewhere near the door way but she couldn't be sure. Also she began undoing his pants only she slid them down over his hips where they puddle at his feet because of his shoes.
Sill took the opportunity to switch up the positions and have Laura on his lap. She fit so well with his body and behind his closed eyes Bill got scattered flashes of an older Laura and himself doing this exact same thing somewhere unknown to him, but at the same time it was as familiar as his right hand. Bill removed her shirt and unhooked her bra so he could feel her skin on his. He needed it like his next breath which she eagerly stole with every heated kiss she gave him. Bill needed her so badly that another minute she was not his made him burn all the more for her.
Laura could feel him getting harder by the minute and it set her body on a never ending cascade of need and desire. When his head fell to the right side of her neck Laura was bombarded with images of them, and older them. Laura felt a love surge through her that shouldn't be there. 'Love at first sight' comes to her mind but this was something larger than that.
"Bill… I… need you." Laura gasped standing up off his lap. She had to get her clothes off. They were in the way and Bill kicked off his shoes and along with it his pants. The only thing that remained on him was his black boxers, but Laura could tell he was hard and waiting for her, wanting to be inside her.
She was naked and Bill mapped her body with his eyes. Laura was so familiar and yet so new all at the same time and that thrilled Bill's blood to a boiling point. Laura stepped in between his legs and claimed his mouth. She wanted to feel every part of him. Bill removed his boxers and pulled Laura astride him. He merely held her there kissing her. He wanted it to be good for both of them and not merely think of his own pleasure. Laura pulled back and framed his face with her hands. He was here with her and this felt… she wasn't sure how it felt. It felt the same and different all at the same time.
Bill rested one hand on her waist and the other positioned his manhood at her entrance seeking permission. He wanted to be with her and this was the one way it could be done. Laura locked eyes with him and sank down taking him fully into her body. There was a small twinge, but that was due in part to his size and more in part that she hadn't had a man in three years. She stopped half way and caught her breath before she started to move. Slowly up and down she grew accustomed to him. Bill reclined on the bed and let her ride him at first. Before the night was over he would be on top and making her scream.
Laura was reasonably stretched and he glided in and out of her with ease and pleasure. She sank down on him taking his hardness fully into her and Laura froze putting her head on his shoulder as she tried to fight back tears. Bill rolled them so he was finally on top. Looking down at her he saw the tears that glistened in her eyes. He knew what she was feeling because he was feeling it as well. This was strange and familiar all at the same time. Bill took his left hand and linked it with her right and at that moment when their hands joined it was like an electric current passed between. Memories, feelings and thoughts surfaced in them. They froze, every muscle stilled. Laura looked up into Bills eyes and a knowing passed between them. Some insane reason memories that they never had came into their heads and made them remember a life that was very different. Laura bowed her spine and sucked in a deep breath. All she could smell was her own heat and the union she was creating with Adama. Electricity fired through their blood. Whatever happened made them hotter and as it was they were already burning like the sun.
Bill crushed his lips to hers and began to move again, this time at a faster pace to bring them to completion. They could feel it coming and it fueled the fire of passion. Laura tightened her inner muscles in a counterpoint to his thrusts. It made Bill growl and push into her harder and faster. She felt a tightening in her lower muscles and the rush of heat that mean release. As she spilled over into pleasure Laura felt Bill let go and come inside her. They were breathing as one and if she didn't know better their heart beats had synced up as well. Bill gently settled his weight on her and kissed the underside of her jaw feeling as if nothing could touch them in this moment.
"That was…" Laura started to say but trailed off.
"It was like electricity." Bill replied and smiled down at her.
"Did you… uh… feel…"
"Memories?"
"Yes, I felt and saw things that…"
"Couldn't belong to us." Bill finished yes.
Laura smiled up at him and said, "I remember you from so many years ago." How could she know that so many years ago were actually 150,000?
"You have always been my woman, now and forever." Bill said kissing Laura. She had enough strength to pull the edge of the sheet over them before her body relaxed into the sated state that comes after sex. It had been an explosion and Laura was in a stream of time where they had been previous lovers, but that love had been bitter sweet, now it was full and promising. They had a life time of memories that they could explore. Given enough time they would remember everything and things would be different.
TWO HOURS LATER:
The thing that represented itself as Gaius Baltar watched as the two former leaders of the fleet now reincarnated slept together in peace. Baltar had watched their heated joining. He smiled slightly when they recovered some of their lost past and the memories that went along with it. They had him to thank for that not that they would know it.
"Gaius, what are you doing?" Six purred in his ear.
"I'm watching them. It boggles the mind to think that after 150,000 years we are seeing exact copies of Roslin and Adama."
"That is amazing. Considering the former President never passed on her DNA in any way shape or form." Six replied and walked over to the bed. The new Adama had his head resting next to Roslin and his hand under the sheet moving back and forth at the juncture of her things. Laura moaned and chewed on her lower lip.
"Given enough time the genetic code will reform and give you exact copies. But a lot of time is required." Baltar said and tilted his head to the side.
"Given enough time yes." Six replied.
"See I told you they would meet again." He commented.
"Yes, you were right and now they can have a life that should have been theirs." Six moved away from the reincarnated couple and came to her counterpart's side. All this has happened before and all this will happen again. But something said that things would work out differently.