A/N: This was for a 200 word drabble prompt "Gratitude". This is my first venture into writing BSG fic and I'm also new to the fandom. Any and all feedback, reviews, concrit i/ares very welcome. Published first on LJ's A-R Drabbles comm. Setting is close to "Daybreak".
I own nothing, receive nothing, just playing with the characters of others for a bit.
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Riveting Gratitude
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"Gods damnit!" Adama winced at the sharp tug at the back of his head. Rivets, bolts and seams seemed to be out of true all over the ship.
"Get your hair again?" Laura Roslin grinned sleepily as he rubbed the back of his head.
"I'm getting this fixed this time." He frowned down at the pale woman in his rack.
"Can't you wait a while, Bill? Sit somewhere else while you read? I hate the thought of spending time watching a crewman make repairs when we could be…" She gave him a sweetly challenging smile full of past promises.
He looked past her for a second.
"You got a point. How about reminding me to watch where I lean?" He stroked a finger along her cheek, finger on his other hand holding their place in his book.
"Deal. Come back soon, okay? Finish that chapter?"
"Yeah." He kissed her lightly and left.
Air puffing from the closing hatch fluttered something around the rivet.
She tugged the black and silver hairs free. Opening her tiny keepsake box, she laid them beside their fellows, beside a last lock of dark red hair.
She looked at the inter-twining.
He could make repairs after…later.