Love Before Duty, Duty Before Love
Title: Love Before Duty, Duty Before Love
Rating: PG
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Set mid season 4.0
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for challenge No. 82: Set in CIC on ar_drabbles
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Ronald D. Moore. He’s a very lucky man.
Laura stands just inside the entrance to CIC, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around herself to ward off the cold permanently set into her bones. A few members of the crew have acknowledged, then promptly ignored her presence as they go about their duties.
The President has become a more frequent visitor to the command center in recent months.
In the middle of the bustling room, her Admiral is focused on bright DRADIS blips indicating the path of pilots in training, a pen clenched in his hand, stalled in the middle of signing a report his XO stands waiting for. Laura can see the weariness in his ramrod posture and wishes for the millionth time that she could get them all away from this life of endless running.
Chatter from the Communications officer and the passing of a printed sheet toward the Command table disrupts Laura’s reverie. She releases a heavy breath she didn’t know she was holding and smoothes the starched strands of her wig out of habit.
Saul catches her eye with a question but she shakes her head no. She won’t disturb the Admiral at work. Bill will come home when his pilots are safe.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, Set mid season 4.0
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for challenge No. 82: Set in CIC on ar_drabbles
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Ronald D. Moore. He’s a very lucky man.
Laura stands just inside the entrance to CIC, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around herself to ward off the cold permanently set into her bones. A few members of the crew have acknowledged, then promptly ignored her presence as they go about their duties.
The President has become a more frequent visitor to the command center in recent months.
In the middle of the bustling room, her Admiral is focused on bright DRADIS blips indicating the path of pilots in training, a pen clenched in his hand, stalled in the middle of signing a report his XO stands waiting for. Laura can see the weariness in his ramrod posture and wishes for the millionth time that she could get them all away from this life of endless running.
Chatter from the Communications officer and the passing of a printed sheet toward the Command table disrupts Laura’s reverie. She releases a heavy breath she didn’t know she was holding and smoothes the starched strands of her wig out of habit.
Saul catches her eye with a question but she shakes her head no. She won’t disturb the Admiral at work. Bill will come home when his pilots are safe.