"Doctor's Orders" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Doctor's Orders
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Cottle
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for her encouragement and for indulging me.
He drew back the curtain with his usual irritability and puffed out a rather large cloud of smoke.
“For frak’s sake, put that thing out,” Laura hissed. They had escaped New Caprica twelve hours ago and she had been running around trying to organize the chaos ever since.
“I see that the year and a half of fresh air did nothing for your sass.”
“I see that it did nothing for your people skills,” she countered.
“Any major changes I should be aware of? Aches, pains, are you keeping up with your self examinations?”
“No, no, and yes,” she answered dutifully.
He huffed: “If I don’t ask, the Admiral will be up my ass demanding to know why you weren’t the first person to receive a proper examination.”
“The Admiral needs to learn to mind his own business,” she said.
“Have you seen him yet?” he asked casually.
“No, I’ve been so busy, have you?”
“He had a few minor injuries in the exodus, had to patch the stubborn old bastard up.” He noticed her concerned reaction. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. Head like a piece of frakking marble.”
“Good,” she breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad that he’s okay.”
“He could use a visit from an old friend,” he said cryptically. “Especially one that he hasn’t seen in several months.”
Laura glared at him.
“Anyone with eyes saw the two of you on Founders Day.” She blushed slightly, but had the willpower to remain looking indignant.
“You’re fine,” he grumbled as he confirmed her healthy vitals, “get your stubborn ass out of my life station and go visit your man. I’ve got honestly ill people to look after,” he grumbled.
“Thank you.” She slid off of the gurney and out of his way.
“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured. He didn’t bother hiding the smirk on his face.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Cottle
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Thanks to redrockcan for her encouragement and for indulging me.
He drew back the curtain with his usual irritability and puffed out a rather large cloud of smoke.
“For frak’s sake, put that thing out,” Laura hissed. They had escaped New Caprica twelve hours ago and she had been running around trying to organize the chaos ever since.
“I see that the year and a half of fresh air did nothing for your sass.”
“I see that it did nothing for your people skills,” she countered.
“Any major changes I should be aware of? Aches, pains, are you keeping up with your self examinations?”
“No, no, and yes,” she answered dutifully.
He huffed: “If I don’t ask, the Admiral will be up my ass demanding to know why you weren’t the first person to receive a proper examination.”
“The Admiral needs to learn to mind his own business,” she said.
“Have you seen him yet?” he asked casually.
“No, I’ve been so busy, have you?”
“He had a few minor injuries in the exodus, had to patch the stubborn old bastard up.” He noticed her concerned reaction. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. Head like a piece of frakking marble.”
“Good,” she breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad that he’s okay.”
“He could use a visit from an old friend,” he said cryptically. “Especially one that he hasn’t seen in several months.”
Laura glared at him.
“Anyone with eyes saw the two of you on Founders Day.” She blushed slightly, but had the willpower to remain looking indignant.
“You’re fine,” he grumbled as he confirmed her healthy vitals, “get your stubborn ass out of my life station and go visit your man. I’ve got honestly ill people to look after,” he grumbled.
“Thank you.” She slid off of the gurney and out of his way.
“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured. He didn’t bother hiding the smirk on his face.