"The Prophecy" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Prophecy
Pairing: Adama/Roslin,Cheryl Roslin, Sandra Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my television show.
A/N: Takes place during the mini-series. I've taken a few liberties with the timeline regarding Laura and her sisters.
“Gods, what an ass,” Laura huffed as she practically slammed her portable suitcase back under her seat.
Her meeting with Commander Adama had not gone quite as smoothly as planned. He was impossibly stubborn, old fashioned, and a complete technophobe. Nearly an hour of her time spent carefully trying to negotiate with him had been wasted.
Laura sighed; ten years ago, she would have rung her sisters and recounted her heated discussion with the Commander over the phone. Cheryl would have laughed, telling Laura that she was over analysing the situation and that she should just relax. Sandra would have pressed her for details about what he looked like; her little sister always did have a thing for a man in a uniform, not that she could fault her for her taste in men.
Ten years ago, she would have half-agreed to Cheryl’s insistence that Laura took work too personally. Laura would have giggled with Cheryl at her suggestive remarks, conceding that yes, despite his crusty personality, the Commander was actually quite handsome in his uniform, and that yes, if he weren’t so damned stubborn, maybe she’d actually give him a second look.
Ten years ago, Laura would have told them that she loved them, and hung up knowing that she would be seeing them soon. They’d plan to get together for lunch, and they’d both tease her endlessly about the ridiculous photos she had been forced to take alongside the Commander for the press.
Tonight, she pulled out a framed photograph of her baby sisters and herself, from ten years ago, and kissed each of their faces through the cool and indifferent glass.
“Love you both. I’ll see you soon,” she whispered to their beautiful, smiling faces.
For the first time in ten years, she knew that statement would come true.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin,Cheryl Roslin, Sandra Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 300 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my television show.
A/N: Takes place during the mini-series. I've taken a few liberties with the timeline regarding Laura and her sisters.
“Gods, what an ass,” Laura huffed as she practically slammed her portable suitcase back under her seat.
Her meeting with Commander Adama had not gone quite as smoothly as planned. He was impossibly stubborn, old fashioned, and a complete technophobe. Nearly an hour of her time spent carefully trying to negotiate with him had been wasted.
Laura sighed; ten years ago, she would have rung her sisters and recounted her heated discussion with the Commander over the phone. Cheryl would have laughed, telling Laura that she was over analysing the situation and that she should just relax. Sandra would have pressed her for details about what he looked like; her little sister always did have a thing for a man in a uniform, not that she could fault her for her taste in men.
Ten years ago, she would have half-agreed to Cheryl’s insistence that Laura took work too personally. Laura would have giggled with Cheryl at her suggestive remarks, conceding that yes, despite his crusty personality, the Commander was actually quite handsome in his uniform, and that yes, if he weren’t so damned stubborn, maybe she’d actually give him a second look.
Ten years ago, Laura would have told them that she loved them, and hung up knowing that she would be seeing them soon. They’d plan to get together for lunch, and they’d both tease her endlessly about the ridiculous photos she had been forced to take alongside the Commander for the press.
Tonight, she pulled out a framed photograph of her baby sisters and herself, from ten years ago, and kissed each of their faces through the cool and indifferent glass.
“Love you both. I’ll see you soon,” she whispered to their beautiful, smiling faces.
For the first time in ten years, she knew that statement would come true.