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After a long delay comes another chapter from Laura's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Battlestar-characters but I do own this storyline and my OC's

May 1803

Confiding in a friend

Laura Roslin

When things got confusing, especially when feelings got confusing, it often helped to talk about it, Laura knew that. In those cases, there was one person she would turn to first: Isabelle Agathon. The women trusted each other completely with their secrets and had long ago got to the understanding that they wouldn't judge each other for their choices in life, as different as they might be.

She decided to walk again instead of calling for a coach, so it took her quite a bit until she arrived at the house. The servants knew her so well that they didn't ask for her card, they simply went in to announce her to the lady of the house. When somebody led her inside, Laura swiftly made her way through the building to the drawing room.

"My dear, what a pleasure to see you!", Isabelle called out as soon as her friend entered.

Ms Roslin smiled back at her, very happy to be there.

"Isabelle, how are you doing? And how is the rest of the family?"

"Oh I am in good health", the blonde woman confirmed, "and the others are as well. I have to admit though that Robert is insisting on joining the armed forces if war is going to come over us. You don't have children Laura, but I hope you understand that I don't want my son to go. You of all people know that my patriotism is not the biggest one and some people frown upon it. Especially now, knowing that I do have French relations."

Of course Laura knew and she also did not particularly care what other people said about her friend's relations, foreign or not. This was the way she handled society: Listening to their talk, taking it to account and then acting slightly different than what was expected. Hardly ever that much to cause a scandal, but determinatedly enough to get her own way.

"Izzy dear", she started slowly, "you are right, I don't have children. But I have seen yours growing up all those years and I am very fond of them, that gives me at least a hint of an idea what you are talking about. A lot of men are joining the army now and they will be needed if Napoleon strikes, but I can understand that you don't want Robert to go. I have no doubt that he would make a fine officer, I have seen him on hunting parties. He can ride well and he his very good with the gun, however I think he is too noble, too kind and caring for the war. Quite a bit like Little Henry even."

A smile grazed the mother's lips when she thought about her children.

"'Little Henry' is 24 years old now Laura", she answered slightly amused, "and he would be mortified to hear you call him that. But you are right, Robert is a lot like him, in character as well as in appearance. I think he misses Henry since that one has left home and is now looking for his own place in the world. That's what is probably drawing him to the risk of war."

"Probably, yes", Laura agreed, "but it would put your heart more at ease to have two clergymen as sons. You can only try and convince him but in the end it is his decision and you should let him make it. After thinking about it properly first."

"Sometimes I really think it is a pity that women can't be teachers and you are too rich to be a governess as you would have excelled in teaching children about the world", Isabelle stated matter of factly, earning a shrug from Laura. "Now, how are you doing? You seem a bit restless! Is everything okay?"

"There is nothing wrong as such", Laura began, "at least I don't think so. Though somebody has been confusing me quite a bit lately and I can't make sense of it."

She could basically see the wheels turning in her best friend's head, waiting for a reaction.

"So, there is a man I gather?", Isabelle asked, arching an eyebrow. When Laura just nodded, she went on. "Is it somebody you are interested in or somebody who will help you get what you want?", the blonde woman asked next, fixing Laura with an surprisingly intense stare.

"No influencing this time Isabelle", the dark-hairerd confirmed, "he is genuinely intriguing me. I met him earlier in the bookshop at the corner of Picadilly where I always go and we were talking about literature and it was so easy and just … nice. But also exciting at the same time. Oh my goodness, don't listen to me, I am rambling like a silly little girl!"

They both started to laugh at the same time, the mood lightening slightly.

"So you just met him in the shop and you are already so intrigued with this man, then he must be somebody special", the blond one said after a while.

Laura looked at her slightly confused until she realized their little missunderstanding.

"No Isabelle, I did not meet him there for the first time. I met him there again after he already had preoccupied my thoughts a bit too much!"

Naturally, her friend wanted to know where she had met the man before and whether Isabelle herself knew him. Laura having such a hard time talking about an attraction to a male human being was apparently endearing but it was also making her more and more impatient.

"Now, would you tell me his name please or do I have to go through the whole list of gentlemen that I know, just to risk forgetting one."

The look Laura gave her made the dark-haired woman look younger, a lot more insecure even. She bit her lip, as if she really wanted to hold back the name, but then she finally sighed quietly.

"Okay Isabelle, what do you thinnk about Commander William Adama?"

And that's it for this chapter!
I hope to get another one done soon!