Pairing: William Adama/Laura Roslin
Fic Title: The Price of Supremacy
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17, there totally be secksings here.
Genre: Romance, drama.
WIP?: nope. all finished.
Why This Must Be Read: Everything gidget_zb writes for this fandom is brilliant, but I adore this one so. This fic is an AU, Laura and Bill meet years before the cylons attack and marry. The fic takes place where the mini-series starts and follows it through to the end, adding a whole new dimension on Bill and Laura's relationship during the mini-series. Its beautifully written and everything fits perfectly, and doesn't feel forced while trying to keep true to the Mini-series plot lines.
and for added bonus, if you want to read how these two kids meet in the AU, you can find the fic where Laura nearly emasculates Adar and Bill comes to rescue her (but then again, Laura never really needed saving) here
He hated speeches – giving them, listening to them, writing them – he’d spent half the night on this one, grumbling under his breath and lifting the receiver no less than four times to bother her with revisions and various dictions as she laughed softly and told him it would be fine. But it wasn’t fine – wouldn’t be fine, he thought as he strode blindly down the corridor, eyes attached to the paper in his hand. It would be either bitter or sweet – and even he wasn’t quite sure which one would prevail.
His son would be coming aboard today – a son he hadn’t seen in two years. A son who hadn’t spoken to him in all that time. He paused for a moment, his hand gripping the paper until it crinkled slightly. He had lost two sons that day – a fact that weighed on him heavily every single day since then, and it was a weight that no one could lift. Not Kara’s presence in his life, or even Laura’s. At times, he wondered if the universe enjoyed practising its cosmic balancing act with his life. One son dies, and he gains a daughter – one son lost to him, to be replaced by a wife. It seemed he was destined to never have everything at once – but today at least, he was hoping he could mend fences with his son. At the very least, he could send Laura in his stead – no one could seem to resist her brand of charm – he sure as hell hadn’t lasted long in that department.
His attention slid back to the words on the paper in front of him as he ducked an overhanging light fixture that he didn’t see, but knew was there. “The Cylon war is long over. Yet, we must not forget the reasons why so many sacrificed so much in the cause of liberty....” The words still felt wrong to him, setting off some deep sense of disquiet in his soul. Liberty. As if they had been the oppressed, and not the oppressor. Bill... Laura’s voice rang through his head in that calm, unflappable tone she had.