"The Prophet and The Executioner" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Prophet and The Executioner
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Warnings: allusions to torture
A/N: Written for the ar_drabbles "I see dead people" prompt. Thanks to nixmom for her beta. Blame bsg_aussiegirl for this one because she put the idea of writing a Cain fic in my head! :P
The deck platting beneath my bare feet is cold and impassive. There are blackening bruises around my ankles and wrists from the shackles. My vision is blurry. The scars along my back are still fresh; I feel nothing.
She succeeded in killing Bill. The bullet ripped through his flesh, sending pieces of his heart flying all over his CIC.
Zeus had fallen. Hades was rising.
There was no miracle cure this time. No last minute, genius surgery to save his life.
He died before anyone even had a chance to contact Cottle.
I had nothing left to lose. He had always been my voice of reason; my trusty commander, my faithful friend, my almost lover. I did the only thing that made sense to me.
I planned a mutiny, again. I got caught, again.
There will be no forgiveness this time. No reunion of the family. No confession of love from my military counterpart a mere weeks later.
As Admiral Cain barks orders to the shooting squad before me, I close my eyes and say a final prayer.
I pray for the gods to show mercy for the thousands of souls I am leaving behind.
In her bloody hands.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: R
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Warnings: allusions to torture
A/N: Written for the ar_drabbles "I see dead people" prompt. Thanks to nixmom for her beta. Blame bsg_aussiegirl for this one because she put the idea of writing a Cain fic in my head! :P
The deck platting beneath my bare feet is cold and impassive. There are blackening bruises around my ankles and wrists from the shackles. My vision is blurry. The scars along my back are still fresh; I feel nothing.
She succeeded in killing Bill. The bullet ripped through his flesh, sending pieces of his heart flying all over his CIC.
Zeus had fallen. Hades was rising.
There was no miracle cure this time. No last minute, genius surgery to save his life.
He died before anyone even had a chance to contact Cottle.
I had nothing left to lose. He had always been my voice of reason; my trusty commander, my faithful friend, my almost lover. I did the only thing that made sense to me.
I planned a mutiny, again. I got caught, again.
There will be no forgiveness this time. No reunion of the family. No confession of love from my military counterpart a mere weeks later.
As Admiral Cain barks orders to the shooting squad before me, I close my eyes and say a final prayer.
I pray for the gods to show mercy for the thousands of souls I am leaving behind.
In her bloody hands.