Setting Sail: An Ikeaverse Honeymoon Installment
Title: Setting Sail
Rating: T
Word Count: ~1000
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Summary: The Adamas embark on their adventure, but how far do they go?
A/N: Written for the lovely afrakaday for her birthday.
A/N2: Much thanks to lanalucy for the beta and brainstorming. *hugs*
A/N3: Previous installment is here.
“Laura, are you ready?” He asked after coming inside from loading the Galactica. He couldn’t imagine fitting anything else into their station wagon. Besides, it might hinder any antiquing or other shopping they could do on their trip.
“Yes, dear.”
There was a definite eye-roll there. He could “see” it in her tone. “Let’s go, then. Everyone’s outside.”
She wore a red wrap-around shirt and khaki pants. She looked...perfect, and she’d be comfortable sitting in their car for long hours. She took his hand, and they went outside.
Kara, Saul and Ellen, Zak, and Sam were standing by the Galactica. Bill went to Saul and Ellen, hugging them both and kissing Ellen on the cheek. They congratulated him and promised to keep an eye on their cabin.
In the corner of his eye, he saw Laura hugging Kara and whispering something in her ear. He suspected he knew what it was but decided to let his girls have their moment. Kara nodded at whatever Laura said. Then she let go of Laura and hugged Bill. “You planned a great trip, Old Man. Have fun.”
“Take care of yourself, Kara.”
She snorted. “I’ll try.”
Bill released Kara. Sam saluted him, and Zak hugged him, as Laura said goodbye to the Tighs. Saul repeated his promise to take care of everything, and Ellen shushed him with her question, “What could go wrong?”
It seemed like Laura chose to ignore that question as she said goodbye to her Colonial Runners.
When all the goodbyes were said, they gave a final wave to their family and friends and climbed into the Galactica.
He backed down the driveway and onto the gravel road, which would lead to the main road. “What was that about with Kara?”
She smiled. “Just an agreement we made. So she’d stay safe and out of trouble while we’re gone.” She stroked his arm. “I think her car will help a lot too. She can just...leave if things get bad.”
“Leave and go where?”
“Our cabin.”
“Okay. That’s a good plan.”
“Don’t worry. I already talked to Saul about it.” She snorted. “But it wouldn’t hurt if you brought it up. Warned him about what to expect. I know she’s--”
“She’s perfect. And so much like Saul it’s ridiculous. They’ll get on fine. But you’re right. I should tell him what to expect. I’ve learned a lot under Kara Thrace’s tutelage.”
She laughed. “I think she’d say she’s learned a lot from you, too.”
He thought of her more like a daughter all the time. There was little point in filing the paperwork, as the social worker had been quick to explain, but Kara was his and Laura’s daughter in every way that mattered, and she would always have a home in the Adama Cabin, for as long as she wanted or needed it.
“What’s our first destination, Commander?”
He chuckled. “Our diner.”
She giggled. “We’re really going far today, aren’t we?”
He adopted his stern commander tone. “We will after that, Mrs. Adama. That’s a promise.”
She paid his tone no mind, continuing to giggle. “I look forward to seeing that feat, Bill.”
He lost his Adama Glare and broke into a grin. Then he focused on turning onto the main road. It was a nasty turn on a good day, and with their car loaded as it was…
He made the turn successfully, and they were on their way...to the diner. It was a great place to start their honeymoon, though. They had spent a lot of time there with the Colonial Runners, celebrating their victories - even just their individual ones like personal bests. It was where Kara had driven them for milkshakes when she’d passed her driver’s test. They hoped to share many more family moments in those booths over the years.
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They pulled into the diner’s parking lot, and Bill put the car in park. Then he exited the car, walked around to Laura’s side, and opened her door, offering his hand to help her out. She took it to step out of the car. “This is like our second date.” And every one after it.
“It’s different, though.”
She hmmed. “It is.” Our first time as Mr. and Mrs. Adama.
They walked into the restaurant hand-in-hand. Jenny, their favorite hostess, smiled when she saw them. “I was hoping I’d see you two today.” She stepped out from behind the counter to hug them, first Laura then Bill. “Congratulations. Was it a nice wedding?”
Laura squeezed Bill’s hand and smiled. “It was perfect.”
Bill looked at her. “It rained.”
“Well, yeah, it did rain, but that...didn’t really matter.”
Jenny looked at them like...they were an exhibit. “That’s why you’re my favorite couple.” Then she gathered their menus and led them to their usual booth. “Enjoy.”
“Thanks, Jenny,” Laura said.
“Not many people would describe a rainy wedding as perfect,” Bill said.
“Hmm. Not many people marry their best friend.” She glanced at the menu. “You know what you’re getting?”
“Yeah. A reuben would hit the spot.”
She looked up from her menu and grinned. “That’s what I want, too.”
The server approached their table. He offered to take their drink orders, but since they were ready to order their lunch, the waiter accommodated them.
The diner wasn’t crowded yet, so they received their waters and lobster bisques very quickly, and their reubens arrived shortly after that. As they ate, they made some small talk about their plans - what they were the most excited to see or do.
They finished eating and paid their check, leaving a generous tip. They gave Jenny a quick hug before returning to their car.
“All right, Mrs. Adama, buckle in. We’ve got some ground to cover.”
She giggled. His attempts to be serious or stern were just so...funny. Not that he couldn’t be scary or intimidating: He’d had to dress down Zak once, and it had been hard to watch. But generally, he was just a big...softie. “Okay, Mr. Adama. I’m ready.”
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Rating: T
Word Count: ~1000
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Summary: The Adamas embark on their adventure, but how far do they go?
A/N: Written for the lovely afrakaday for her birthday.
A/N2: Much thanks to lanalucy for the beta and brainstorming. *hugs*
A/N3: Previous installment is here.
“Laura, are you ready?” He asked after coming inside from loading the Galactica. He couldn’t imagine fitting anything else into their station wagon. Besides, it might hinder any antiquing or other shopping they could do on their trip.
“Yes, dear.”
There was a definite eye-roll there. He could “see” it in her tone. “Let’s go, then. Everyone’s outside.”
She wore a red wrap-around shirt and khaki pants. She looked...perfect, and she’d be comfortable sitting in their car for long hours. She took his hand, and they went outside.
Kara, Saul and Ellen, Zak, and Sam were standing by the Galactica. Bill went to Saul and Ellen, hugging them both and kissing Ellen on the cheek. They congratulated him and promised to keep an eye on their cabin.
In the corner of his eye, he saw Laura hugging Kara and whispering something in her ear. He suspected he knew what it was but decided to let his girls have their moment. Kara nodded at whatever Laura said. Then she let go of Laura and hugged Bill. “You planned a great trip, Old Man. Have fun.”
“Take care of yourself, Kara.”
She snorted. “I’ll try.”
Bill released Kara. Sam saluted him, and Zak hugged him, as Laura said goodbye to the Tighs. Saul repeated his promise to take care of everything, and Ellen shushed him with her question, “What could go wrong?”
It seemed like Laura chose to ignore that question as she said goodbye to her Colonial Runners.
When all the goodbyes were said, they gave a final wave to their family and friends and climbed into the Galactica.
He backed down the driveway and onto the gravel road, which would lead to the main road. “What was that about with Kara?”
She smiled. “Just an agreement we made. So she’d stay safe and out of trouble while we’re gone.” She stroked his arm. “I think her car will help a lot too. She can just...leave if things get bad.”
“Leave and go where?”
“Our cabin.”
“Okay. That’s a good plan.”
“Don’t worry. I already talked to Saul about it.” She snorted. “But it wouldn’t hurt if you brought it up. Warned him about what to expect. I know she’s--”
“She’s perfect. And so much like Saul it’s ridiculous. They’ll get on fine. But you’re right. I should tell him what to expect. I’ve learned a lot under Kara Thrace’s tutelage.”
She laughed. “I think she’d say she’s learned a lot from you, too.”
He thought of her more like a daughter all the time. There was little point in filing the paperwork, as the social worker had been quick to explain, but Kara was his and Laura’s daughter in every way that mattered, and she would always have a home in the Adama Cabin, for as long as she wanted or needed it.
“What’s our first destination, Commander?”
He chuckled. “Our diner.”
She giggled. “We’re really going far today, aren’t we?”
He adopted his stern commander tone. “We will after that, Mrs. Adama. That’s a promise.”
She paid his tone no mind, continuing to giggle. “I look forward to seeing that feat, Bill.”
He lost his Adama Glare and broke into a grin. Then he focused on turning onto the main road. It was a nasty turn on a good day, and with their car loaded as it was…
He made the turn successfully, and they were on their way...to the diner. It was a great place to start their honeymoon, though. They had spent a lot of time there with the Colonial Runners, celebrating their victories - even just their individual ones like personal bests. It was where Kara had driven them for milkshakes when she’d passed her driver’s test. They hoped to share many more family moments in those booths over the years.
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They pulled into the diner’s parking lot, and Bill put the car in park. Then he exited the car, walked around to Laura’s side, and opened her door, offering his hand to help her out. She took it to step out of the car. “This is like our second date.” And every one after it.
“It’s different, though.”
She hmmed. “It is.” Our first time as Mr. and Mrs. Adama.
They walked into the restaurant hand-in-hand. Jenny, their favorite hostess, smiled when she saw them. “I was hoping I’d see you two today.” She stepped out from behind the counter to hug them, first Laura then Bill. “Congratulations. Was it a nice wedding?”
Laura squeezed Bill’s hand and smiled. “It was perfect.”
Bill looked at her. “It rained.”
“Well, yeah, it did rain, but that...didn’t really matter.”
Jenny looked at them like...they were an exhibit. “That’s why you’re my favorite couple.” Then she gathered their menus and led them to their usual booth. “Enjoy.”
“Thanks, Jenny,” Laura said.
“Not many people would describe a rainy wedding as perfect,” Bill said.
“Hmm. Not many people marry their best friend.” She glanced at the menu. “You know what you’re getting?”
“Yeah. A reuben would hit the spot.”
She looked up from her menu and grinned. “That’s what I want, too.”
The server approached their table. He offered to take their drink orders, but since they were ready to order their lunch, the waiter accommodated them.
The diner wasn’t crowded yet, so they received their waters and lobster bisques very quickly, and their reubens arrived shortly after that. As they ate, they made some small talk about their plans - what they were the most excited to see or do.
They finished eating and paid their check, leaving a generous tip. They gave Jenny a quick hug before returning to their car.
“All right, Mrs. Adama, buckle in. We’ve got some ground to cover.”
She giggled. His attempts to be serious or stern were just so...funny. Not that he couldn’t be scary or intimidating: He’d had to dress down Zak once, and it had been hard to watch. But generally, he was just a big...softie. “Okay, Mr. Adama. I’m ready.”
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