~BSG: Vulpes
Title: Vulpes
Author: kastari
Summary: Despite his gray hair-or maybe because of it-he was drop dead sexy.
Characters: Roslin, Cottle
Timeframe: Post ‘Crossroads, Part II'
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 25th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Silver
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Vulpes
Reluctantly, Cottle crushed his cigarette out in the bedpan. It was no secret. Laura Roslin hated the cigarettes. But he would never admit to putting one out for her.
The cancer had returned with a vengeance.
As skilled as he was starting an IV, he always winced slightly when he stuck the president.
He slid the Diloxin needle into her arm.
She tensed as the poison invaded her bloodstream.
“I like the silver.”
His eyes met hers. “What?”
“Your hair. I’ve always had a thing for men with gray hair.”
He snorted. “I’m old enough to be your father, young lady.” The slightest of smiles crossed his face. “It’s gray. White, actually.” He squeezed her hand gently.
“If the truth be told, I’ve always found older men fascinating.” The slightest of smiles crossed her face. “Silver is distinguished.” She squeezed his hand back.
“I worry a lot.”
She snorted. “So does Bill. This isn’t helping.” She jiggled the IV.
He watched as she paled, a wave of nausea washing over her. “The Old Man needs a little color. Salt and pepper is just the beginning. Just don’t you worry.”
“Why not?”
Cottle paused.
“I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”
~finis~