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singerdiva01Title: Guardian
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: A/R
Summary: Laura is attacked on New Caprica. Guess who's on the first Raptor planetside? Too long to be a drabble, mostly dialogue, written mostly just to get it out of my head!
She thinks she hears the familiar footfall of military issue boots on the muddy street outside but shakes the thought away as a trick of her tired, addled brain.
Instead of going down the far too devastating road of imagining herself in Bill’s strong arms she returns to digging through her meager first aid kit by the light of Kara’s flashlight.
Chief Tyrol jumps from his place on the makeshift bed when the flap of the tent is torn open open, ready to defend the former president. Instead of the drunks he’s expecting, he finds himself face to face with the man who was, until recently, his commanding officer.
Bill wants to run to the redhead perched on the corner of the bed, pull her into his arms and make sure she’s really safe. Make sure she knows she’s safe and as long as he’s around, always will be.
But this is Laura Roslin and he’s the Admiral and two of his former crew are giving him quizzical looks. Laura’s question dances in her eyes but she can’t hide the beginnings of a smirk on her lips.
Suddenly, under her gaze, he feels foolish for being here. In the middle of the night. In the middle of a rainstorm.
“Admiral, good evening. I didn’t know you had plans to be planetside tonight.”
Laura’s voice is calm, tinged with a hint of playfulness. She knows why he’s here, how fast he came, who he came for.
She’ll hide how grateful she is from everyone in the room. Including herself.
Especially herself.
“Are you alright, Ms. Roslin? Picked up some radio chatter that you’d been attacked.”
There’s no use pretending, he figures. Even his formal manner of address draws a knowing snicker from Starbuck.
“I’m fine, thanks to your officers here. Attacked is slightly dramatic. More like a couple guys had a few too many drinks and decided they had what it takes to make it with the former president.”
Bill’s low growl stills the air. In one motion, he is across the tent and kneeling next to Laura, a gentle hand on her forearm.
“They didn’t touch you, did they?”
Laura has to fight back tears at the genuine fear and anger she sees swimming in his blue eyes.
“No, Bill. I’m alright.”
Her voice is soft and shaky for the first time since she’d fought off the men on the dark path behind the school tent. She silently curses herself for the weakness.
He nods, squeezes her arm, and stands to face the two young members of his family.
“Thank you, Chief.”
He shakes his hand before turning to his almost daughter.
“What do ya hear, Starbuck?”
“Nothing but the rain.”
“Grab your gun and bring in the cat.”
“Yes, sir.”
The younger woman nods before tossing off a short salute and following the chief out into the rain. Laura knows there’s nothing she can say to countermand the Admiral’s unspoken order.
At least two of New Caprica’s miscreants will think twice about messing with her again.
He turns back to Laura and kneels again to take her injured hand in his own.
“You’re hurt.”
She never ceases to be surprised at how gentle his fingers are when the move across her skin.
“Hardly. I just tripped in the scuffle. See, it’s already cleaned and bandaged.”
He drops a gentle kiss on the white fabric covering the center of her palm.
“You really raced all the way down here for me?”
“You know I did, Laura.”
She hums softly before shifting to settle into his arms. She closes her eyes and takes in the warmth.
She would have been fine had he not come, she tells herself.
“I want you to come back up top with me.”
She reluctantly raises her lids and settles him with a look.
“We’ve been over this and over this. There’s no place up there for me anymore. I’m useful as a teacher here.”
“Your place is with me, Ms. Roslin. And I’m sure there are things you could teach me.”
She swats his arm playfully.
“Many things, Bill. But I’m not quite ready to become the Admiral’s live in mistress yet.”
“And you thought there was nowhere to go but down after being president.”
She snorts but burrows herself further into the wool of his jacket.
It would be so easy to say yes. Just how easy terrifies her.
“How about this? I have school tomorrow and then we have a long weekend. I’ll come up then and see how much you can learn in three days. Deal?”
He agrees by nuzzling her neck, luxuriating in the sound of her giggles and the feel of her soft skin under his lips. The sun is peeking above the horizon by the time he presses a gentle kiss to her temple and mutters a promise to be back soon. She mumbles something sleepily before turning away from the cold air seeping through the open flap.
When he jumps away the next day, he prays to Gods he doesn’t believe in that she heard and that she’s learned, finally, that he will always come for her.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: A/R
Summary: Laura is attacked on New Caprica. Guess who's on the first Raptor planetside? Too long to be a drabble, mostly dialogue, written mostly just to get it out of my head!
She thinks she hears the familiar footfall of military issue boots on the muddy street outside but shakes the thought away as a trick of her tired, addled brain.
Instead of going down the far too devastating road of imagining herself in Bill’s strong arms she returns to digging through her meager first aid kit by the light of Kara’s flashlight.
Chief Tyrol jumps from his place on the makeshift bed when the flap of the tent is torn open open, ready to defend the former president. Instead of the drunks he’s expecting, he finds himself face to face with the man who was, until recently, his commanding officer.
Bill wants to run to the redhead perched on the corner of the bed, pull her into his arms and make sure she’s really safe. Make sure she knows she’s safe and as long as he’s around, always will be.
But this is Laura Roslin and he’s the Admiral and two of his former crew are giving him quizzical looks. Laura’s question dances in her eyes but she can’t hide the beginnings of a smirk on her lips.
Suddenly, under her gaze, he feels foolish for being here. In the middle of the night. In the middle of a rainstorm.
“Admiral, good evening. I didn’t know you had plans to be planetside tonight.”
Laura’s voice is calm, tinged with a hint of playfulness. She knows why he’s here, how fast he came, who he came for.
She’ll hide how grateful she is from everyone in the room. Including herself.
Especially herself.
“Are you alright, Ms. Roslin? Picked up some radio chatter that you’d been attacked.”
There’s no use pretending, he figures. Even his formal manner of address draws a knowing snicker from Starbuck.
“I’m fine, thanks to your officers here. Attacked is slightly dramatic. More like a couple guys had a few too many drinks and decided they had what it takes to make it with the former president.”
Bill’s low growl stills the air. In one motion, he is across the tent and kneeling next to Laura, a gentle hand on her forearm.
“They didn’t touch you, did they?”
Laura has to fight back tears at the genuine fear and anger she sees swimming in his blue eyes.
“No, Bill. I’m alright.”
Her voice is soft and shaky for the first time since she’d fought off the men on the dark path behind the school tent. She silently curses herself for the weakness.
He nods, squeezes her arm, and stands to face the two young members of his family.
“Thank you, Chief.”
He shakes his hand before turning to his almost daughter.
“What do ya hear, Starbuck?”
“Nothing but the rain.”
“Grab your gun and bring in the cat.”
“Yes, sir.”
The younger woman nods before tossing off a short salute and following the chief out into the rain. Laura knows there’s nothing she can say to countermand the Admiral’s unspoken order.
At least two of New Caprica’s miscreants will think twice about messing with her again.
He turns back to Laura and kneels again to take her injured hand in his own.
“You’re hurt.”
She never ceases to be surprised at how gentle his fingers are when the move across her skin.
“Hardly. I just tripped in the scuffle. See, it’s already cleaned and bandaged.”
He drops a gentle kiss on the white fabric covering the center of her palm.
“You really raced all the way down here for me?”
“You know I did, Laura.”
She hums softly before shifting to settle into his arms. She closes her eyes and takes in the warmth.
She would have been fine had he not come, she tells herself.
“I want you to come back up top with me.”
She reluctantly raises her lids and settles him with a look.
“We’ve been over this and over this. There’s no place up there for me anymore. I’m useful as a teacher here.”
“Your place is with me, Ms. Roslin. And I’m sure there are things you could teach me.”
She swats his arm playfully.
“Many things, Bill. But I’m not quite ready to become the Admiral’s live in mistress yet.”
“And you thought there was nowhere to go but down after being president.”
She snorts but burrows herself further into the wool of his jacket.
It would be so easy to say yes. Just how easy terrifies her.
“How about this? I have school tomorrow and then we have a long weekend. I’ll come up then and see how much you can learn in three days. Deal?”
He agrees by nuzzling her neck, luxuriating in the sound of her giggles and the feel of her soft skin under his lips. The sun is peeking above the horizon by the time he presses a gentle kiss to her temple and mutters a promise to be back soon. She mumbles something sleepily before turning away from the cold air seeping through the open flap.
When he jumps away the next day, he prays to Gods he doesn’t believe in that she heard and that she’s learned, finally, that he will always come for her.
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