(fic) A Dramatic Turn Chp 7
Title: A Dramatic Turn (Chapter Seven)
Word count: 1014
Co-written with newnumbertwo and nvgvup
Chapter Seven: In Which A Conversation Is Overheard
Laura led Bill out of the back of the building, using her suit jacket as a cover to avoid getting any more wet from the sprinkler system. Her blouse and hair were still fairly damp, and Bill's hair had curled on his forehead. Having covered her body in the explosion, he was considerably more soaked than she was. Once outside, she threw her jacket over her shoulder and started laughing. Bill looked at her as if she had gone mad.
“We look ridiculous. Anyone who looks at us is going to know we were next to an explosion,” she explained.
He cracked a small smile at that. “We're just going to have to make sure no one gets a good look at us then.”
Lacing her fingers through his, she led the way back into the park, hopeful to outrun the wailing sirens in the distance. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and Laura suddenly remembered she had just confessed her love to this man. Miraculously, it had been reciprocated. She wondered how two people who didn't agree half the time, and hadn't even known each other for a month, could love each other. Had he only said it because she did? Was it just the adrenalin talking? Maybe after all of this was through he wouldn't think she was worth the effort..
“You know,” Laura spoke quickly. “My life isn't always like this.”
“Running after terrorists? I should hope not.”
Though Laura didn't want Bill to think she was dodging bullets at every turn, the way he spoke irritated her. As if was utterly ridiculous she could handle the situation on a regular basis. “What do you mean you should hope not?” She stopped walking, turning to face him, and releasing his hand in the process. “You don't think I can stop this bomb from killing people?”
“What?”
“I'm not good enough, is that it? Because if you don't-”
“Laura,” Bill cut her off before she could doubt any further. “Of course I believe you can stop this maniac. I just don't like thinking about you getting hurt all the time.”
“Oh.”
“Are you alright?” He reached forward, lightly resting his hands on her shoulders, as if she was worried she would snap again. “You should never doubt yourself, and I don't want you doubting-”
She placed her hand over his mouth, muffling the 'me' at the end of his sentence.
“Do you hear that?” She whispered at his confused expression.
Pulling himself away from the warm feeling of her fingers on his lips, Bill strained his ears; trying to catch what Laura was hearing.
“What the frak do you think you're doing?” A woman, frustrated, but trying to keep her voice low. “No, no bodies. Yes, that woman is still alive, why are- what? What card? What did you tell her? Does she know the target?”
'Cain', Laura mouthed. Bill nodded that he understood. Not sure where the woman was, he pulled Laura closer to him, and tried to use a a nearby tree as cover if she were to walk by them.
“I got you out for a reason, Zarek. Your little side-project is not it.” There was a pause before Cain continued, practically growling. “Any more surprises, and our deal is off. You stay on Caprica and take the fall. Hit the lab next, or I'm taking you out.” She suddenly sounded amused. “Roslin? No one will notice one more body in the wreckage.” Her tone flew back to angry in an instant. “I don't give a frak what you want, her death is the price of your deviation. Get to work.”
Cain had wandered close enough that Laura could hear her phone click as she snapped it shut. Cursing, the CSCTA director's voice became more distant as she walked away. Laura slowly relaxed in Bill's arms, hand having dropped from his mouth to his chest; his heartbeat under her palm was reassuring. She had never heard anyone actually say they wanted her dead before, not someone who had the means and mind to truly do it anyway. She suddenly felt cold, knowing it had nothing to do with her damp clothes.
“Knew that woman was trouble,” she muttered, trying to draw her mind away from the new threat.
Bill moved his hand across her back in soothing circles. “Alright, so now we know for sure. She also mentioned a lab, and if you really think that Baltar is a potential target..”
“I do.”
“Then his lab is our best bet.”
She nodded into his chest. Looking up, she asked, “Bill?”
“Yea?” He delicately tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.
With his fingers lingering on her cheek, Laura stretched up and lightly pressed her lips against his. “Thank you.”
He looked a little dazed, lips slightly parted. It took him a moment to pull himself back together before he could reply. “For what?”
“Earlier. Thank you for believing in me. Sorry for getting mad, it's just..” Laura managed a half smile, “this day has been a little hectic.”
“A little?”
“Very.” She conceded. “It's been hard trying to figure out how I feel about all of this. There's just a million things happening at once and-”
“Laura, it's alright. I'm not sure anyone could have handled this as well as you have.”
“Still.. thank you. Now come on, I could really use that cup of tea now.” She stepped back, but ran her hand down his arm so that she could quickly link fingers with his once more. She had grown fond of the feeling of his palm pressed against hers in the short time she had come to experience it.
“Tea? Now that we know what they're targeting I think we should head there,” Bill protested as Laura started to pull him away.
“His lab is one of the most secure places on campus. We're going to need help getting in.”
“And that help is at the Green House?” He asked, incredulous.
“Of course,” Laura grinned. “Haven't you ever asked what Kara is majoring in?”
Word count: 1014
Co-written with newnumbertwo and nvgvup
Chapter Seven: In Which A Conversation Is Overheard
Laura led Bill out of the back of the building, using her suit jacket as a cover to avoid getting any more wet from the sprinkler system. Her blouse and hair were still fairly damp, and Bill's hair had curled on his forehead. Having covered her body in the explosion, he was considerably more soaked than she was. Once outside, she threw her jacket over her shoulder and started laughing. Bill looked at her as if she had gone mad.
“We look ridiculous. Anyone who looks at us is going to know we were next to an explosion,” she explained.
He cracked a small smile at that. “We're just going to have to make sure no one gets a good look at us then.”
Lacing her fingers through his, she led the way back into the park, hopeful to outrun the wailing sirens in the distance. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and Laura suddenly remembered she had just confessed her love to this man. Miraculously, it had been reciprocated. She wondered how two people who didn't agree half the time, and hadn't even known each other for a month, could love each other. Had he only said it because she did? Was it just the adrenalin talking? Maybe after all of this was through he wouldn't think she was worth the effort..
“You know,” Laura spoke quickly. “My life isn't always like this.”
“Running after terrorists? I should hope not.”
Though Laura didn't want Bill to think she was dodging bullets at every turn, the way he spoke irritated her. As if was utterly ridiculous she could handle the situation on a regular basis. “What do you mean you should hope not?” She stopped walking, turning to face him, and releasing his hand in the process. “You don't think I can stop this bomb from killing people?”
“What?”
“I'm not good enough, is that it? Because if you don't-”
“Laura,” Bill cut her off before she could doubt any further. “Of course I believe you can stop this maniac. I just don't like thinking about you getting hurt all the time.”
“Oh.”
“Are you alright?” He reached forward, lightly resting his hands on her shoulders, as if she was worried she would snap again. “You should never doubt yourself, and I don't want you doubting-”
She placed her hand over his mouth, muffling the 'me' at the end of his sentence.
“Do you hear that?” She whispered at his confused expression.
Pulling himself away from the warm feeling of her fingers on his lips, Bill strained his ears; trying to catch what Laura was hearing.
“What the frak do you think you're doing?” A woman, frustrated, but trying to keep her voice low. “No, no bodies. Yes, that woman is still alive, why are- what? What card? What did you tell her? Does she know the target?”
'Cain', Laura mouthed. Bill nodded that he understood. Not sure where the woman was, he pulled Laura closer to him, and tried to use a a nearby tree as cover if she were to walk by them.
“I got you out for a reason, Zarek. Your little side-project is not it.” There was a pause before Cain continued, practically growling. “Any more surprises, and our deal is off. You stay on Caprica and take the fall. Hit the lab next, or I'm taking you out.” She suddenly sounded amused. “Roslin? No one will notice one more body in the wreckage.” Her tone flew back to angry in an instant. “I don't give a frak what you want, her death is the price of your deviation. Get to work.”
Cain had wandered close enough that Laura could hear her phone click as she snapped it shut. Cursing, the CSCTA director's voice became more distant as she walked away. Laura slowly relaxed in Bill's arms, hand having dropped from his mouth to his chest; his heartbeat under her palm was reassuring. She had never heard anyone actually say they wanted her dead before, not someone who had the means and mind to truly do it anyway. She suddenly felt cold, knowing it had nothing to do with her damp clothes.
“Knew that woman was trouble,” she muttered, trying to draw her mind away from the new threat.
Bill moved his hand across her back in soothing circles. “Alright, so now we know for sure. She also mentioned a lab, and if you really think that Baltar is a potential target..”
“I do.”
“Then his lab is our best bet.”
She nodded into his chest. Looking up, she asked, “Bill?”
“Yea?” He delicately tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.
With his fingers lingering on her cheek, Laura stretched up and lightly pressed her lips against his. “Thank you.”
He looked a little dazed, lips slightly parted. It took him a moment to pull himself back together before he could reply. “For what?”
“Earlier. Thank you for believing in me. Sorry for getting mad, it's just..” Laura managed a half smile, “this day has been a little hectic.”
“A little?”
“Very.” She conceded. “It's been hard trying to figure out how I feel about all of this. There's just a million things happening at once and-”
“Laura, it's alright. I'm not sure anyone could have handled this as well as you have.”
“Still.. thank you. Now come on, I could really use that cup of tea now.” She stepped back, but ran her hand down his arm so that she could quickly link fingers with his once more. She had grown fond of the feeling of his palm pressed against hers in the short time she had come to experience it.
“Tea? Now that we know what they're targeting I think we should head there,” Bill protested as Laura started to pull him away.
“His lab is one of the most secure places on campus. We're going to need help getting in.”
“And that help is at the Green House?” He asked, incredulous.
“Of course,” Laura grinned. “Haven't you ever asked what Kara is majoring in?”