"The Guardians" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: The Guardians
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Lee/OFC
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 005 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura. Thanks to redrockcan for her beta and general hand holding as I wrote this. Post-DB fic.
“He’s really grown into his own,” Laura said affectionately as she easily slipped her arms around Bill’s waist.
“He looks happy, content. I wish that I could have been there to see him so at peace,” Bill said mournfully as his gaze wandered beyond the hill.
“You can see it now,” she assured him. “Look, you can see it in his eyes. He’s finally found his purpose, he’s grown into a fine man.”
In the distance, Lee Adama approached their cabin with an assorted handful of flowers. There were faint lines framing his face, ones born out of a recent life of laughter, love, and hard-won wisdom.
“He’s starting to resemble his father.” Laura nuzzled Bill’s cheek. He grunted proudly in response.
“That’s my boy,” he said happily.
Lee stopped for a moment to admire the cabin. It was the perfect monument to them both.
“Dad, Laura,” he said aloud. “It’s good to be here again.” Lee felt a sense of calm wash over him as he approached their graves.
It had been eight years since they had found Earth, since Laura had passed on; his father had followed her one year later. Every year he visited their home, every year he came to pay his respects for the two people who had saved humanity, to mourn for the parents that he missed so dearly, and to keep their legacy alive.
He sat in front of their graves, placing the flowers with infinite care. He knew that they would have appreciated the gesture; part of him hated himself for realizing this so long after their passing. The obstinate child in him had grown apologetic and regretful in his adulthood; he now spent his days making up for his childish ways.
“The view is spectacular here, you would have both loved it,” he said softly. Lee smiled; he felt at peace here, he knew for certain that they were at peace as well.
“I do love it,” Laura whispered. “It’s perfect, a perfect place for us.”
“So I did good?” Bill asked proudly as he held her closer to him.
“Yes Bill,” she pinched him teasingly. “You did wonderfully.”
“Did you do this alone before? When I was building it?” he asked her. “Sometimes I could feel you, I couldn’t explain it. But I’d think that you were right there with me. Sometimes I would look out into the distance and swore that I could see you.”
“That’s because I was right here, I never left you,” she admitted softly before kissing him.
“Do you think that he can feel us?” he asked.
“I know that he can. He’s very perceptive, just like his father.” She kissed him again, because she could and she wanted to.
Just beyond them, a woman emerged with a small child balanced on her hip. They walked towards Lee, the young girl laughed joyously and with her arms outstretched, she reached for her father.
“Daddy!” she squealed delightfully as Lee picked her up and walked with her back to their graves.
“This is where Grandma and Grandpa lived,” he explained softly.
This was the first time that he and his wife had taken their daughter to visit her grandparents, they had both died a few years before her birth and thus the only treasure she had left of them was a single, worn photograph that her grandfather used to carry with him inside of his pocket. When Bill died, Lee had inherited it, and when his daughter had been born five years ago, he had placed the photograph on the dresser next to her crib so that in some way, they could be a part of her life.
She clutched the photograph in her tiny hands now, shielded by the affects of time in a sturdy glass and wood frame. She tugged her father’s sleeve inquisitively. “They lived right here?” she asked, her face alight with excitement.
“Yes, for a little while,” he answered her.
“She has your hair, and your nose,” Bill beamed proudly. Laura rolled her eyes affectionately at him; they both knew that the chances of their grandchild resembling her were genetically impossible. Still, she indulged him.
“But she has your eyes,” Laura said. “And your romantic disposition,” she noted as the child caressed the flowers that rested on their graves.
“Lee we ought to go inside,” his wife said, “it looks like a storm is coming.” She gestured towards the sky, which had turned a smoky grey in the last few minutes.
“Yeah, you’re right. We won’t make it back to the town before it starts to pour,” he said. “Lauryn, honey, let’s help Mommy with the bag and go inside for the night.”
“We can stay here?” she asked unsurely.
“I lived here with your Grandpa for a few months when he first built it,” Lee told his daughter.
“Grandpa built this?” she asked. “Did Grandma love it?”
“She did,” he assured her as he gathered her in his arms once more and started walking with his wife towards the home. “Grandpa promised to build it for her years before we came to this world, back when we lived in the stars.”
She peered down at the photograph in her hands, trying to imagine the two people smiling up at her living in the log cabin. Grandma was a very pretty woman, with long hair wearing a very bright red dress, Grandpa was very handsome, and looked very strong. In the photo, their arms were around each other and they looked like they were laughing. They must have loved each other very much, Lauryn thought.
As Lee continued to tell her about their journey, she shifted her attention from her father to the two people standing together just beyond the hill.
She smiled brightly and clutched her precious photograph more securely in her hand. With the other, she waved shyly at the figures off in the distance.
With proud and peaceful smiles on their faces, and one arm around the other, Bill and Laura waved at their granddaughter.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Lee/OFC
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 005 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for the battleship challenge at about_time for Team Laura. Thanks to redrockcan for her beta and general hand holding as I wrote this. Post-DB fic.
“He’s really grown into his own,” Laura said affectionately as she easily slipped her arms around Bill’s waist.
“He looks happy, content. I wish that I could have been there to see him so at peace,” Bill said mournfully as his gaze wandered beyond the hill.
“You can see it now,” she assured him. “Look, you can see it in his eyes. He’s finally found his purpose, he’s grown into a fine man.”
In the distance, Lee Adama approached their cabin with an assorted handful of flowers. There were faint lines framing his face, ones born out of a recent life of laughter, love, and hard-won wisdom.
“He’s starting to resemble his father.” Laura nuzzled Bill’s cheek. He grunted proudly in response.
“That’s my boy,” he said happily.
Lee stopped for a moment to admire the cabin. It was the perfect monument to them both.
“Dad, Laura,” he said aloud. “It’s good to be here again.” Lee felt a sense of calm wash over him as he approached their graves.
It had been eight years since they had found Earth, since Laura had passed on; his father had followed her one year later. Every year he visited their home, every year he came to pay his respects for the two people who had saved humanity, to mourn for the parents that he missed so dearly, and to keep their legacy alive.
He sat in front of their graves, placing the flowers with infinite care. He knew that they would have appreciated the gesture; part of him hated himself for realizing this so long after their passing. The obstinate child in him had grown apologetic and regretful in his adulthood; he now spent his days making up for his childish ways.
“The view is spectacular here, you would have both loved it,” he said softly. Lee smiled; he felt at peace here, he knew for certain that they were at peace as well.
“I do love it,” Laura whispered. “It’s perfect, a perfect place for us.”
“So I did good?” Bill asked proudly as he held her closer to him.
“Yes Bill,” she pinched him teasingly. “You did wonderfully.”
“Did you do this alone before? When I was building it?” he asked her. “Sometimes I could feel you, I couldn’t explain it. But I’d think that you were right there with me. Sometimes I would look out into the distance and swore that I could see you.”
“That’s because I was right here, I never left you,” she admitted softly before kissing him.
“Do you think that he can feel us?” he asked.
“I know that he can. He’s very perceptive, just like his father.” She kissed him again, because she could and she wanted to.
Just beyond them, a woman emerged with a small child balanced on her hip. They walked towards Lee, the young girl laughed joyously and with her arms outstretched, she reached for her father.
“Daddy!” she squealed delightfully as Lee picked her up and walked with her back to their graves.
“This is where Grandma and Grandpa lived,” he explained softly.
This was the first time that he and his wife had taken their daughter to visit her grandparents, they had both died a few years before her birth and thus the only treasure she had left of them was a single, worn photograph that her grandfather used to carry with him inside of his pocket. When Bill died, Lee had inherited it, and when his daughter had been born five years ago, he had placed the photograph on the dresser next to her crib so that in some way, they could be a part of her life.
She clutched the photograph in her tiny hands now, shielded by the affects of time in a sturdy glass and wood frame. She tugged her father’s sleeve inquisitively. “They lived right here?” she asked, her face alight with excitement.
“Yes, for a little while,” he answered her.
“She has your hair, and your nose,” Bill beamed proudly. Laura rolled her eyes affectionately at him; they both knew that the chances of their grandchild resembling her were genetically impossible. Still, she indulged him.
“But she has your eyes,” Laura said. “And your romantic disposition,” she noted as the child caressed the flowers that rested on their graves.
“Lee we ought to go inside,” his wife said, “it looks like a storm is coming.” She gestured towards the sky, which had turned a smoky grey in the last few minutes.
“Yeah, you’re right. We won’t make it back to the town before it starts to pour,” he said. “Lauryn, honey, let’s help Mommy with the bag and go inside for the night.”
“We can stay here?” she asked unsurely.
“I lived here with your Grandpa for a few months when he first built it,” Lee told his daughter.
“Grandpa built this?” she asked. “Did Grandma love it?”
“She did,” he assured her as he gathered her in his arms once more and started walking with his wife towards the home. “Grandpa promised to build it for her years before we came to this world, back when we lived in the stars.”
She peered down at the photograph in her hands, trying to imagine the two people smiling up at her living in the log cabin. Grandma was a very pretty woman, with long hair wearing a very bright red dress, Grandpa was very handsome, and looked very strong. In the photo, their arms were around each other and they looked like they were laughing. They must have loved each other very much, Lauryn thought.
As Lee continued to tell her about their journey, she shifted her attention from her father to the two people standing together just beyond the hill.
She smiled brightly and clutched her precious photograph more securely in her hand. With the other, she waved shyly at the figures off in the distance.
With proud and peaceful smiles on their faces, and one arm around the other, Bill and Laura waved at their granddaughter.