'The Family That You Choose' - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Family That You Choose
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 200 words
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
A/N: Written for k_d_456_345_a 's birthday. She wanted something angsty with lots of love, and something where others acknowledged A/R as a couple. Posting this a little early because I have several WIP's going on at the moment. Huge thank you to nixmom for her beta and creative touches.
“What’s this?” Bill looked up from the form that Cottle had just handed him.
“It’s a consent form.” Cottle took a long drag of his cigarette. “I need your consent to put the President on life support.”
Bill’s heart ached at the reminder of Laura’s current state. He had gone to visit her earlier in the day.
She had chided him for spending so long with her in life station. She had caressed his hand with hers, before insisting that he take care of his responsibilities and leave her alone.
He had wanted to envelope her in his embrace and keep her safe from everything that ailed her.
“I don’t understand,” Bill confessed.
“You’re her next of kin.”
Bill looked at him quizzically.
“Yeah, beats the hell outta me too,” Cottle grumbled, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “Then again, what the hell do I know? You two probably had your own little ‘kiss and make up’ session down on that frakking planet.”
He took another drag.
“Who knew that finding some ancient tomb could be so romantic?” he said sarcastically.
Bill shot him a dirty look.
He rolled his eyes and shoved a pen in Bill’s hand.
"Sign it."
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Word Count: 200 words
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
A/N: Written for k_d_456_345_a 's birthday. She wanted something angsty with lots of love, and something where others acknowledged A/R as a couple. Posting this a little early because I have several WIP's going on at the moment. Huge thank you to nixmom for her beta and creative touches.
“What’s this?” Bill looked up from the form that Cottle had just handed him.
“It’s a consent form.” Cottle took a long drag of his cigarette. “I need your consent to put the President on life support.”
Bill’s heart ached at the reminder of Laura’s current state. He had gone to visit her earlier in the day.
She had chided him for spending so long with her in life station. She had caressed his hand with hers, before insisting that he take care of his responsibilities and leave her alone.
He had wanted to envelope her in his embrace and keep her safe from everything that ailed her.
“I don’t understand,” Bill confessed.
“You’re her next of kin.”
Bill looked at him quizzically.
“Yeah, beats the hell outta me too,” Cottle grumbled, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “Then again, what the hell do I know? You two probably had your own little ‘kiss and make up’ session down on that frakking planet.”
He took another drag.
“Who knew that finding some ancient tomb could be so romantic?” he said sarcastically.
Bill shot him a dirty look.
He rolled his eyes and shoved a pen in Bill’s hand.
"Sign it."