fracktastic prompt me with: tea/procrastination/meaning of time
I chose the last one.
Everything changes when you have an encounter with death: your perception of yourself, of others, the meaning of time. And of Love. Laura Roslin survived both cancer and New Caprica. She was on death's door, ready to go, her mind at peace when she received the Cylon's cure. It changed everything for her. She was gifted with a second chance at life and promised herself not to waste it. And that's what she did. She pursued her own quests: helping others and loving. The first part was easy. She had always cared for her sisters, for her mother, for all the children she teached along the years. She was invested in a mission: the survival of the Human Race and, when said Human Race refused her help, she went back to a more humbling mission: teaching the youth, making sure they would be prepared for their new life. Even if it cost her, even if it was against her beliefs… Oh, how she found it difficult to teach the « Ogino » method to her teenagers, how she wanted instead to talk to them about hormonal, reliable contraception and of the use of condoms. How ashamed she was to brainwash them with religious text banning abortion when she had been the one putting a stop to that. But she did what she had to do and made do with what she had.
The second part, well, it didn't only depend on her. And, even if she had worked a lot on her issues (avoiding relationships, fear of intimacy, need of sexual gratification, to name only a few), the one she liked obviously didn't. So they beat around the bush… It pained her to say that but they wasted precious time. They could have been happy, happier at least. They could have started something meaningful, durable. But instead, they kissed twice and had 4 magical dates. Nothing more.
And now, coming back in one piece from New Caprica… She felt grateful, she felt more alive than never. But she also felt like her luck was about to turn. She could feel death looming around. They were back on the road to Earth and soon she would be the dying leader, again. She felt it in her guts. She would die this time, she knew it. She had this big Damocles sword above her head waiting to fall down on her the minute they would set eyes on an inhabitable planet. So was her fate. But she didn't have to live it alone. And neither did he. So, this time, she decided not to be subtle. She wondered for an instant if grabbing him by the crotch would be clear enough. Probably. She'd try that next time they'll talk about « that » night.