Pyramid and Principals (2/6)
Title: Pyramid and Principals
Author: bsgroxmysox
Rating: K
Summary: Principal Roslin discovers a different side of the Pyramid Coach...
A/N: Thank you to my excellent beta bsg_aussiegirl for helping with this, especially when silly me labels the chapters wrong! D'oh!! Any mistakes after are all mine. Enjoy!
Laura smoothed the material of her skirt and studied the woman in the mirror.
“Gods, what am I doing?” she reprimanded herself. “I’m acting like a godsdamn teenager,” she muttered to her reflection. “And now I’m talking to myself, great.”
She snapped up her purse and marched out of the room, past the clothes that lay strewn over every surface. Having awoken at a ridiculously early hour she spent most of the morning trying on almost every item in her closet, before finally settling on a cream top that showed a hint of cleavage and a black skirt that showed more than a hint of leg.
William Adama better be appreciative of her efforts. Not that she wanted him to appreciate her efforts. She didn’t even know why she was putting an effort into her appearance. This wasn’t a date, it was...it was...she really had no idea what this was. All she knew was to be at the address on Saturday.
Early.
What did that even mean? How early was early?
She cursed Adama under her breath again as she craned her neck to read the street signs.
Why did he have to live so far away, she thought as she found herself on a narrow road going up a hill.
“This isn’t a road, Laura,” she whispered.
Then, the sport teacher’s house came into view. Only it wasn’t merely a house, there was no other way to describe it but a mansion.
The hill it sat upon reminded her of the one behind her childhood house. Laura and her sisters used to spend hours simply rolling down that hill, the grass tickling their skin and their giggles echoing through the air.
She pulled into the driveway, taking a moment to admire the well kept garden with its blocks of colourful flower beds.
As she got of her car, she gazed at the garage in shock. It was larger than her entire house.
She strolled across the grounds to the front of the house, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up to take in the vast expanse of the building.
The windows were large and jutted out from the house slightly. Laura spotted a window seat in one of the second floor rooms. It looked like the perfect spot to sit and unwind after a stressful day.
The large front door was open and a soft amber light shone out, beckoning her inside. She stepped over the threshold gingerly, terrified of touching anything; each object looking more expensive than the last.
“Hello?” She cringed at the meek tone in her voice. She cleared her throat and prepared to call out once more when the man of the house appeared at the top of the staircase.
“There you are.” He began to make his way down the stairs quickly but brought his gait to a slow amble when his eyes glossed over her chosen outfit. His stare flicked over the slightly revealing shirt before skimming along the hem of her skirt.
Laura could feel herself blush as he ogled her unashamedly. When he finally brought his gaze back up to hers he wore a small smile, merely a slight upturn of the corner of his lips and then he was brushing past her.
“Let’s get started,” he called over his shoulder.
“Started? On what? Do you care to fill me in on what’s going on her, Mr. Adama?” she demanded, both of her hands coming to rest on her hips.
He turned back to her, his small smile growing into a full wattage grin.
“The scary teacher pose won’t work with me, Roslin. Come on.” He nodded in the direction he had been walking and she found herself traipsing after him, her hands falling to her sides in defeat.
He led her down a wide corridor and she couldn’t help but chance a quick peek in each of the rooms as she passed them. Most of them were empty, some had a few sparse furnishings dotted around, but they all looked thoroughly underused.
Well he is a sports jock, she mused. Probably spends most of his time watching pyramid on the vid unit.
She could see two large doors with coloured glass at the end of the hallway and a sudden nervous anticipation settled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of what lay on the other side.
Adama gently nudged one of the doors open, suddenly flooding the dim hallway with light. Her eager footsteps brought her closer, until finally she eased past him and into a dream.
The room was enormous, almost as wide as it was high. Lining each of the walls were stacks and stacks of shelves -- filled with books. From giant heavy tomes to dainty poetry booklets; all lined up and just waiting for enthusiastic readers.
Laura’s breath caught in her throat as she tried to estimate how many books were here. Probably more than the Caprica City library, she considered in wonder.
She glanced to her left and found the owner of this magnificent room watching her with a look of wonder.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone react like that to this room” he whispered.
“I can’t believe what I’m seeing,” she uttered in a similar breathy whisper. “How many are here?”
“Too many,” he replied, moving to gently run his fingers along the spines of the hardbacks nearest to him. “I’ve read most of them and they’re just gathering dust here. Maybe you know some students who could use them?”
“You’re kidding?”
He shook his head no and pointed towards a stack of books that lay on the timber floors.
“I picked these out during the week. They’re the usual classics, but there’s a lot more here. I’ll need some help to go through the rest.” He gave her a grin. “Let’s see what we can find to teach our kids.”
He immediately went to work on a nearby section, picking books out one by one and reading the titles. Some he simply put back on the shelf with a shake of his head, some he flicked through the pages to inspect further, and some he placed on top of the existing pile with a quick upturn of his lips; obviously pleased with what he found.
Laura found herself rooted to the spot watching him, not believing what was happening.
“You can’t--“
“Yes I can, Laura. You know how difficult obtaining the right material to teach the kids can be. Accept this kind offer and help me pick out the right books, okay?”
The use of her first name threw her, but she found herself warming to this side of William Adama. She was so used to the sports crazy and stubborn side; this kind and helping aspect of him made her look upon him in a completely different light.
She moved towards him, laying her hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently.
“Thank you...” She paused, unsure of what to call him. “Do you prefer William or...”
“Bill will do.”
“Bill?” It suited him. “Thank you, Bill.”
With one last friendly squeeze to his shoulder she moved past him and settled herself on the other side of the room.
There were too many books to go through in one day, even in one week, and judging by the quality of the works lining the walls they would find exactly what they needed today.
With one more glance to the man on the other side of the room, Laura got to work.
Chapter Three
Author: bsgroxmysox
Rating: K
Summary: Principal Roslin discovers a different side of the Pyramid Coach...
A/N: Thank you to my excellent beta bsg_aussiegirl for helping with this, especially when silly me labels the chapters wrong! D'oh!! Any mistakes after are all mine. Enjoy!
Laura smoothed the material of her skirt and studied the woman in the mirror.
“Gods, what am I doing?” she reprimanded herself. “I’m acting like a godsdamn teenager,” she muttered to her reflection. “And now I’m talking to myself, great.”
She snapped up her purse and marched out of the room, past the clothes that lay strewn over every surface. Having awoken at a ridiculously early hour she spent most of the morning trying on almost every item in her closet, before finally settling on a cream top that showed a hint of cleavage and a black skirt that showed more than a hint of leg.
William Adama better be appreciative of her efforts. Not that she wanted him to appreciate her efforts. She didn’t even know why she was putting an effort into her appearance. This wasn’t a date, it was...it was...she really had no idea what this was. All she knew was to be at the address on Saturday.
Early.
What did that even mean? How early was early?
She cursed Adama under her breath again as she craned her neck to read the street signs.
Why did he have to live so far away, she thought as she found herself on a narrow road going up a hill.
“This isn’t a road, Laura,” she whispered.
Then, the sport teacher’s house came into view. Only it wasn’t merely a house, there was no other way to describe it but a mansion.
The hill it sat upon reminded her of the one behind her childhood house. Laura and her sisters used to spend hours simply rolling down that hill, the grass tickling their skin and their giggles echoing through the air.
She pulled into the driveway, taking a moment to admire the well kept garden with its blocks of colourful flower beds.
As she got of her car, she gazed at the garage in shock. It was larger than her entire house.
She strolled across the grounds to the front of the house, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up to take in the vast expanse of the building.
The windows were large and jutted out from the house slightly. Laura spotted a window seat in one of the second floor rooms. It looked like the perfect spot to sit and unwind after a stressful day.
The large front door was open and a soft amber light shone out, beckoning her inside. She stepped over the threshold gingerly, terrified of touching anything; each object looking more expensive than the last.
“Hello?” She cringed at the meek tone in her voice. She cleared her throat and prepared to call out once more when the man of the house appeared at the top of the staircase.
“There you are.” He began to make his way down the stairs quickly but brought his gait to a slow amble when his eyes glossed over her chosen outfit. His stare flicked over the slightly revealing shirt before skimming along the hem of her skirt.
Laura could feel herself blush as he ogled her unashamedly. When he finally brought his gaze back up to hers he wore a small smile, merely a slight upturn of the corner of his lips and then he was brushing past her.
“Let’s get started,” he called over his shoulder.
“Started? On what? Do you care to fill me in on what’s going on her, Mr. Adama?” she demanded, both of her hands coming to rest on her hips.
He turned back to her, his small smile growing into a full wattage grin.
“The scary teacher pose won’t work with me, Roslin. Come on.” He nodded in the direction he had been walking and she found herself traipsing after him, her hands falling to her sides in defeat.
He led her down a wide corridor and she couldn’t help but chance a quick peek in each of the rooms as she passed them. Most of them were empty, some had a few sparse furnishings dotted around, but they all looked thoroughly underused.
Well he is a sports jock, she mused. Probably spends most of his time watching pyramid on the vid unit.
She could see two large doors with coloured glass at the end of the hallway and a sudden nervous anticipation settled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of what lay on the other side.
Adama gently nudged one of the doors open, suddenly flooding the dim hallway with light. Her eager footsteps brought her closer, until finally she eased past him and into a dream.
The room was enormous, almost as wide as it was high. Lining each of the walls were stacks and stacks of shelves -- filled with books. From giant heavy tomes to dainty poetry booklets; all lined up and just waiting for enthusiastic readers.
Laura’s breath caught in her throat as she tried to estimate how many books were here. Probably more than the Caprica City library, she considered in wonder.
She glanced to her left and found the owner of this magnificent room watching her with a look of wonder.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone react like that to this room” he whispered.
“I can’t believe what I’m seeing,” she uttered in a similar breathy whisper. “How many are here?”
“Too many,” he replied, moving to gently run his fingers along the spines of the hardbacks nearest to him. “I’ve read most of them and they’re just gathering dust here. Maybe you know some students who could use them?”
“You’re kidding?”
He shook his head no and pointed towards a stack of books that lay on the timber floors.
“I picked these out during the week. They’re the usual classics, but there’s a lot more here. I’ll need some help to go through the rest.” He gave her a grin. “Let’s see what we can find to teach our kids.”
He immediately went to work on a nearby section, picking books out one by one and reading the titles. Some he simply put back on the shelf with a shake of his head, some he flicked through the pages to inspect further, and some he placed on top of the existing pile with a quick upturn of his lips; obviously pleased with what he found.
Laura found herself rooted to the spot watching him, not believing what was happening.
“You can’t--“
“Yes I can, Laura. You know how difficult obtaining the right material to teach the kids can be. Accept this kind offer and help me pick out the right books, okay?”
The use of her first name threw her, but she found herself warming to this side of William Adama. She was so used to the sports crazy and stubborn side; this kind and helping aspect of him made her look upon him in a completely different light.
She moved towards him, laying her hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently.
“Thank you...” She paused, unsure of what to call him. “Do you prefer William or...”
“Bill will do.”
“Bill?” It suited him. “Thank you, Bill.”
With one last friendly squeeze to his shoulder she moved past him and settled herself on the other side of the room.
There were too many books to go through in one day, even in one week, and judging by the quality of the works lining the walls they would find exactly what they needed today.
With one more glance to the man on the other side of the room, Laura got to work.
Chapter Three