"Unconditional Companion" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: Unconditional Companion
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 124 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for fragrantwoods birthday. She wanted a fic where Bill gives Laura a dog as a comforting gift during her first or second illness (she was very specific about who she wanted the dog to resemble. :D). Happy birthday to you! Apologies for posting this a bit early, but Tuesdays are terrible days for me to post fics as I am gone from my personal computer all day.
“You’re up to something, I know it,” Laura cracked an eye open and smirked at her lover.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bill said, huffing indignantly. He kissed her hand, which was clasped in his own, trying his best to hide his grin against her pale skin.
“William Adama, I know you. And I know when you’re up to something,” she sat up more fully in her bed and readjusted her wayward scarf, “Tell me.”
“Love you,” he murmured against her wrist.
“I know that,” she said fondly, poking his fuller lower lip as she spoke.
“What the frak is that thing doing in my life station? This is a cancer ward, not a petting zoo!” The exasperated voice of Laura’s curmudgeonly physician could be heard through the flimsy curtain, followed by high-pitched whimpering and Ishay’s low, threatening growl.
“It’s for the President! The Admiral and I arranged it, and if you recall I cleared this with you yesterday!” Ishay said, obviously exasperated.
“I thought that you were joking! That you’d gone and finally lost your mind!”
“It’ll be good for her, good for all the patients,” she insisted.
“Oh for - it’s slobbering on me now.”
“Don’t be such a baby, he likes you. He’s showing you affection.”
The bickering continued as the curtain was yanked, and then put back in place. Cottle was standing as far away as he could from Ishay, which was proving to be difficult in the confined area. In her hands was a tiny, rather active little bundle of fur.
“Madam President, Admiral,” she said politely.
“This was your idea, was it?” Cottle pointed his finger at Ishay, but then retreated as the animal started licking him once again.
“Yes,” Bill said. “Ishay told me about the litter last week.”
“Excuse me, but can someone explain what is going on?” Laura said, from her position on the bed, and the crowd of people in front of her, she couldn’t see what Ishay was holding.
“Madam President, last week I became aware of a litter of puppies in Dogsville, there are numerous studies that link companion animals to increased happiness among cancer patients, and I, well.” She trailed off, blushing slightly.
“May I hold him?” she asked breathlessly.
“Of course!” Ishay handed the puppy, who had been trying to squirm its way over to Cottle, into her lap while being mindful of the tubes that surrounded her.
“You said that you had a dog growing up, I thought that you might like to see a puppy from the group of them,” Bill said softly.
“Let’s give them some space,” Ishay whispered, nudging Cottle.
“Fine with me,” he grumbled. Ishay’s eyes widened as he reached over and tugged the blankets higher to cover Laura’s IV, and then pat the puppy on the head.
“Thought that you didn’t like dogs?” she chuckled.
“I don’t,” he said resolutely. “Just looking after my patient, who seems to have misplaced her senses,” he said indignantly. “Admiral, I trust that I can leave both of these rascals in your care?”
Bill nodded, smirking at his old friend as the curtain was drawn, and then shut, privacy once again theirs.
“Oh Gods Bill, he’s so cute!” she practically squealed with delight. The puppy really was a sweet little creature; he was no heavier than a few pounds and was covered in soft, grey and brown fur. His tiny pink tongue kept darting out to chase Laura’s fingertips as she ticked his underbelly.
“The boys had a dog growing up, but a much larger breed. This little guy looks like he’s a mutt, I doubt that his parents were hunters though.”
He covered Laura’s hand over the pup, rubbing his belly. He took an instant liking to Bill, and started attacking his hand with harmless nibbles.
“Spoke too soon,” Bill chuckled. “Hey boy, play nicely,” he said sternly and the puppy nudged his hand with the tip of his black nose in an apology.
“Thank you,” Laura leaned forward to kiss Bill softly, “this was a lovely surprise.”
He grinned happily and, content to watch her play with the puppy, he rested his hand on her upper thigh.
“Rocky,” Laura said after a while. “Our family dog, his name was Rocky. My father rescued him when my mother was pregnant with me. When I was born, he took it upon himself to be my protector. Every photo of me as a toddler, you could see him in the background, guarding over me,” she recalled fondly. “He looked a lot like this one, was just as affectionate and playful too,” she said.
“This guy looks like a Rocky to me,” Bill offered, noting the black, grey, white and brown that coloured his fur.
She hummed happily, the sound of her melodic voice calmed the young dog, and within a few minutes of play, he started to cuddle up in Laura’s lap in preparation for a nap.
“Sometimes I forget why we’re fighting, why it’s all worth it,” she said softly. “Then I see children, young children who were born into this Fleet, cats, dogs, my Gods, even rats. Life went on, it never really ended, it just continued on in different ways, in different places, didn’t it?” she asked him.
“The scriptures say that life arises from the ashes of death,” he said. “As much as I hate to admit this, there may be some truth in that statement.”
“Will you do me a favor?” she asked suddenly.
“Anything,” he said seriously.
“There is a young girl a few beds down, I think that Rocky would be good for her,” her voice became heavy with unshed tears, “she’s only twelve,” she whispered.
He risked jostling Rocky from his comfortable spot as he grasped her hand.
“I overheard Cottle telling her mother that she has a few months. I could hear her screaming and crying, he had to give her something to calm her down.” Hot tears fell freely down her face, Rocky, who had sensed the sudden shift in mood climbed half-way on top of Laura’s shoulder to nudge his nose against her face.
“Watch it there buddy,” Bill growled teasingly as he placed the puppy back in her lap. “I’m a jealous guy.”
Laura giggled as Bill gently cleared away her tears. “I’ll make sure to get some food and a leash for her mother. I’ll bring him to them myself,” he promised as he stroked her forearm. Her eyes grew heavy as he continued his ministrations and he carefully rearranged the slumbering pup so that both occupants on the bed were comfortable.
“Love you,” she sighed before closing her eyes.
He smiled gently at her as she snuggled contently with her new companion, “I know.”
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 124 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: Written for fragrantwoods birthday. She wanted a fic where Bill gives Laura a dog as a comforting gift during her first or second illness (she was very specific about who she wanted the dog to resemble. :D). Happy birthday to you! Apologies for posting this a bit early, but Tuesdays are terrible days for me to post fics as I am gone from my personal computer all day.
“You’re up to something, I know it,” Laura cracked an eye open and smirked at her lover.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bill said, huffing indignantly. He kissed her hand, which was clasped in his own, trying his best to hide his grin against her pale skin.
“William Adama, I know you. And I know when you’re up to something,” she sat up more fully in her bed and readjusted her wayward scarf, “Tell me.”
“Love you,” he murmured against her wrist.
“I know that,” she said fondly, poking his fuller lower lip as she spoke.
“What the frak is that thing doing in my life station? This is a cancer ward, not a petting zoo!” The exasperated voice of Laura’s curmudgeonly physician could be heard through the flimsy curtain, followed by high-pitched whimpering and Ishay’s low, threatening growl.
“It’s for the President! The Admiral and I arranged it, and if you recall I cleared this with you yesterday!” Ishay said, obviously exasperated.
“I thought that you were joking! That you’d gone and finally lost your mind!”
“It’ll be good for her, good for all the patients,” she insisted.
“Oh for - it’s slobbering on me now.”
“Don’t be such a baby, he likes you. He’s showing you affection.”
The bickering continued as the curtain was yanked, and then put back in place. Cottle was standing as far away as he could from Ishay, which was proving to be difficult in the confined area. In her hands was a tiny, rather active little bundle of fur.
“Madam President, Admiral,” she said politely.
“This was your idea, was it?” Cottle pointed his finger at Ishay, but then retreated as the animal started licking him once again.
“Yes,” Bill said. “Ishay told me about the litter last week.”
“Excuse me, but can someone explain what is going on?” Laura said, from her position on the bed, and the crowd of people in front of her, she couldn’t see what Ishay was holding.
“Madam President, last week I became aware of a litter of puppies in Dogsville, there are numerous studies that link companion animals to increased happiness among cancer patients, and I, well.” She trailed off, blushing slightly.
“May I hold him?” she asked breathlessly.
“Of course!” Ishay handed the puppy, who had been trying to squirm its way over to Cottle, into her lap while being mindful of the tubes that surrounded her.
“You said that you had a dog growing up, I thought that you might like to see a puppy from the group of them,” Bill said softly.
“Let’s give them some space,” Ishay whispered, nudging Cottle.
“Fine with me,” he grumbled. Ishay’s eyes widened as he reached over and tugged the blankets higher to cover Laura’s IV, and then pat the puppy on the head.
“Thought that you didn’t like dogs?” she chuckled.
“I don’t,” he said resolutely. “Just looking after my patient, who seems to have misplaced her senses,” he said indignantly. “Admiral, I trust that I can leave both of these rascals in your care?”
Bill nodded, smirking at his old friend as the curtain was drawn, and then shut, privacy once again theirs.
“Oh Gods Bill, he’s so cute!” she practically squealed with delight. The puppy really was a sweet little creature; he was no heavier than a few pounds and was covered in soft, grey and brown fur. His tiny pink tongue kept darting out to chase Laura’s fingertips as she ticked his underbelly.
“The boys had a dog growing up, but a much larger breed. This little guy looks like he’s a mutt, I doubt that his parents were hunters though.”
He covered Laura’s hand over the pup, rubbing his belly. He took an instant liking to Bill, and started attacking his hand with harmless nibbles.
“Spoke too soon,” Bill chuckled. “Hey boy, play nicely,” he said sternly and the puppy nudged his hand with the tip of his black nose in an apology.
“Thank you,” Laura leaned forward to kiss Bill softly, “this was a lovely surprise.”
He grinned happily and, content to watch her play with the puppy, he rested his hand on her upper thigh.
“Rocky,” Laura said after a while. “Our family dog, his name was Rocky. My father rescued him when my mother was pregnant with me. When I was born, he took it upon himself to be my protector. Every photo of me as a toddler, you could see him in the background, guarding over me,” she recalled fondly. “He looked a lot like this one, was just as affectionate and playful too,” she said.
“This guy looks like a Rocky to me,” Bill offered, noting the black, grey, white and brown that coloured his fur.
She hummed happily, the sound of her melodic voice calmed the young dog, and within a few minutes of play, he started to cuddle up in Laura’s lap in preparation for a nap.
“Sometimes I forget why we’re fighting, why it’s all worth it,” she said softly. “Then I see children, young children who were born into this Fleet, cats, dogs, my Gods, even rats. Life went on, it never really ended, it just continued on in different ways, in different places, didn’t it?” she asked him.
“The scriptures say that life arises from the ashes of death,” he said. “As much as I hate to admit this, there may be some truth in that statement.”
“Will you do me a favor?” she asked suddenly.
“Anything,” he said seriously.
“There is a young girl a few beds down, I think that Rocky would be good for her,” her voice became heavy with unshed tears, “she’s only twelve,” she whispered.
He risked jostling Rocky from his comfortable spot as he grasped her hand.
“I overheard Cottle telling her mother that she has a few months. I could hear her screaming and crying, he had to give her something to calm her down.” Hot tears fell freely down her face, Rocky, who had sensed the sudden shift in mood climbed half-way on top of Laura’s shoulder to nudge his nose against her face.
“Watch it there buddy,” Bill growled teasingly as he placed the puppy back in her lap. “I’m a jealous guy.”
Laura giggled as Bill gently cleared away her tears. “I’ll make sure to get some food and a leash for her mother. I’ll bring him to them myself,” he promised as he stroked her forearm. Her eyes grew heavy as he continued his ministrations and he carefully rearranged the slumbering pup so that both occupants on the bed were comfortable.
“Love you,” she sighed before closing her eyes.
He smiled gently at her as she snuggled contently with her new companion, “I know.”