"Best of Three" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: Best of Three
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the "rock, paper, scissors" prompt at ar_drabbles. Thanks to redrockcan for all her encouragement.
Rock. Scissors.
“I won’t have networked computers on my ship, and that’s final.”
He storms away, barely concealing the purposeful nudge of my shoulder. He is asserting his power over me, making it clear just who is the boss.
I let him go, the years spent in politics have taught me which battles are worth fighting and which are worth surrendering.
He’ll see my reasoning soon enough.
Rock. Scissors.
“Do you plan on declaring martial law?”
His gaze is hard like granite. Mine is just as hard. We’re two forces colliding, each of us intent on dominating the other
I tell him that we need to start making babies and the look on his face is enough to make me believe that maybe, just maybe, I’ve won this round.
After all, we’re just two shell-shocked people trying to make sense of our lives in the middle of the apocalypse.
Rock. Paper.
I receive the call directly from Galactica’s CIC, from Commander Adama himself.
“It appears that you were right Madam President, I have ordered my soldiers to return to Galactica, and Lt. Gaeta is preparing our next jump.”
I can tell that apologizing isn’t easy for him. He’s a natural leader, and unused to men and women questioning his calls. I’m grateful for his humility and I tell him so.
“Thank you Commander Adama, please inform your men and women how very grateful I am for their service.”
“I will Madam President.” There is reluctant acceptance in his tone. It’s time for me to extend the olive branch as well.
“And Commander, please let me know if there is anything that I can do to help organize the funerals for your fallen soldiers. It would be my honour to help commemorate their bravery and sacrifice.”
“Thank you Madam President, I shall.”
Paper. Paper.
A draw at last.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the "rock, paper, scissors" prompt at ar_drabbles. Thanks to redrockcan for all her encouragement.
Rock. Scissors.
“I won’t have networked computers on my ship, and that’s final.”
He storms away, barely concealing the purposeful nudge of my shoulder. He is asserting his power over me, making it clear just who is the boss.
I let him go, the years spent in politics have taught me which battles are worth fighting and which are worth surrendering.
He’ll see my reasoning soon enough.
Rock. Scissors.
“Do you plan on declaring martial law?”
His gaze is hard like granite. Mine is just as hard. We’re two forces colliding, each of us intent on dominating the other
I tell him that we need to start making babies and the look on his face is enough to make me believe that maybe, just maybe, I’ve won this round.
After all, we’re just two shell-shocked people trying to make sense of our lives in the middle of the apocalypse.
Rock. Paper.
I receive the call directly from Galactica’s CIC, from Commander Adama himself.
“It appears that you were right Madam President, I have ordered my soldiers to return to Galactica, and Lt. Gaeta is preparing our next jump.”
I can tell that apologizing isn’t easy for him. He’s a natural leader, and unused to men and women questioning his calls. I’m grateful for his humility and I tell him so.
“Thank you Commander Adama, please inform your men and women how very grateful I am for their service.”
“I will Madam President.” There is reluctant acceptance in his tone. It’s time for me to extend the olive branch as well.
“And Commander, please let me know if there is anything that I can do to help organize the funerals for your fallen soldiers. It would be my honour to help commemorate their bravery and sacrifice.”
“Thank you Madam President, I shall.”
Paper. Paper.
A draw at last.