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”I am gentler than that dry land of yours.” 

-The Farmer and the Sea (Aesop’s Fables)

The small window provided a very little view of the outside world, but she avoided it regardless. At best, she would see a myriad of blues, the area where the sea and the sky met blurred together in the distance. At worst, she would find the busy harbor of Caprica, thankfully still weeks away. For now, it was pitch black, deceiving her into thinking that there was absolutely nothing out there. It stole her breath if she thought about it too long, so she tried to focus on the book in her hands. The flickering candlelight and gently rocking ship made even that difficult and she was almost relieved when someone knocked on the door.

“Ma’am?” a voice called out.

She sighed and closed her book but kept it in her lap. “Come in.”

A young man walked in, nervously wringing his hands in front of himself. He had seemed perpetually anxious since he had met her in Queenstown Harbor, the largest town on Picon, and she had yet to figure out if that was his usual temperament or if she was the cause of it.

“A ship appeared. I think they’re headed for us,” he explained, not moving further into the room than just inside the door.

She immediately leaned forward and blew her candle out. “We’ll go dark; they won’t be able to find us.”

“They’re making good time,” he insisted. “I don’t know that it’ll help.”

“Do it, Billy,” she ordered. “It won’t hurt.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He turned and pulled the door shut as he left, the sound of his footsteps retreating as he returned above deck.

Her nose wrinkled and she set her book aside, working by touch in the dark cabin while she waited for her eyes to adjust. She stood carefully and grabbed her shawl as she followed after him, her hand pressed against the wall of the ship to guide herself. As she emerged into the chilly night air, she shivered and hugged her shawl closer. The lights on board were already fading, the last few disappearing as she scanned the darkness around them. Within moments, she knew quieting the ship was as useless as Billy had mentioned. Not far off one side lurked a larger ship, its light almost blinding against the endless backdrop of star-splattered black. Her eyes immediately scanned for a flag but couldn’t make one out.

“I think they’re gonna come alongside us,” someone shouted. “What do we do?”

In a few quick steps, she reached the far edge of the ship and tightly gripped the railing as she leaned over, straining to see anything on the approaching ship. “We pray,” she replied, just loudly enough to be heard across the deck. It was too late to fire, even if they had anything to shoot, and they had no fighters.

The ship slowed as it grew closer, until she was finally able to see the dozen people prepared to board her ship. If they were pirates, they were dressed better than she would expect, but they weren’t passengers or the Navy.

She didn’t trust them regardless.

It didn’t take them long to connect the ships. Six men came over first and herded everyone toward the splintered remains of the mast before they relit the lanterns and another four men joined them. At the front stood a man in all black that nearly made him blend in with the night. A man with one eye narrowed in anger and an eyepatch towered over him, but it was clear that the first man held the authority, even without his hat.

“Where is your captain?” he demanded.

The hostages looked at each other, unwilling to look at her, but she stepped forward anyway, her head tilted defiantly.

“I’m right here.”

The man raised an eyebrow and turned toward her with a laugh. “You look like a schoolteacher.”

She smirked and her hands moved to her hips. “I was a schoolteacher.”

“And now you’re captaining a passenger ship.” He moved closer, his hand settling on the hilt of his sword. Billy started toward her until one of the invaders swung his sword at him. “A sinking ship.”

“My ship is fine,” she retorted, indignation heating her face and countering the breeze that surrounded them.

He laughed again and gestured to the broken mast and the tattered remains of the sails. “Even if she’s not sinking, she’s not going anywhere.”

“Can I help you, Captain?” she asked quickly, her tone sharp.

“Adama,” he answered, even though she hadn’t intended to ask. “Captain Adama of Galactica.” He waved his hand back toward his ship and then grabbed his sword again. She wasn’t sure if it was a threat or his default position. “And you are, Lady Captain?”

“Lady Roslin.” Her smirk wavered and she dug her fingers into her hips.

“Oh, forgive me, my lady,” he responded with a heavy amount of sarcasm. “What happened to the previous captain?”

Even his backhanded acknowledgement of her command surprised her. “Why are you interested?” She narrowed her eyes and looked him over; he carried himself like a gentleman, but his clothes revealed the wear and tear of months at sea down to the black hat he wore.

He slowly turned in a circle, taking in the ship and her people, and then looked at her again. “Will you join me in my quarters, Lady Roslin?”

She hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. “Will you hold my crew hostage the entire time?”

Instead of responding, he waved at his men and gestured them back to the ship. All of them listened except for the three that had come over with him. “I’ll keep a few men here to ensure the ship doesn’t drift while we’re connected.”

“After you, Captain Adama.” She took another step toward him and Billy was finally able to rush to her side.

“Ma’am, I don’t think this is a good idea,” he hurriedly whispered.

“Do you have a better one?” She glanced at him and tangled her hands in her shawl to stop the wind from blowing it away. When he stayed quiet, she sighed. “Keep an eye on them and I’ll be back.”

Before she could move again, someone ran up the steps to the deck, their footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet night. She looked over to watch another one of the passengers emerge, her offensively pink gown looking even worse in the lantern light. They had only talked briefly during their voyage and she was surprised to see her above deck at all. She was even more surprised when the one-eyed man rushed toward her.

“Ellen!” He held his arms out and she hurried into them, her arms thrown around his neck. “Gods, Ellen! What are you doing here?”

Captain Adama moved and blocked her view, but offered his arm. She watched him for several moments and then accepted it after another glance at Billy. As he escorted her toward the gangway between the ships, she tried to eavesdrop on the odd conversation between the pirate and the passenger, but the wind carried it further away from her. With a soft sigh, she gave in and followed him onto his ship.

He kept a secure hold on her arm as he escorted her across the deck, down the stairs, and finally into his quarters. The sight immediately stole her breath and she couldn’t help but stare, even as he kept hold of her arm and stopped moving. Bookshelves lined every available wall, aside from the large windows that curved around the back of the ship. Even there, books were stacked along the low table and cushion-covered bench that left no room for anything or anyone. Enough lanterns and candles lit the cabin with a warm, welcoming light, but the least anticipated thing was a half-finished model ship that sat on the desk on one side of the room. She moved toward it before she realized what she was doing, and felt his arm release hers.

“Please, take a seat.” He moved a stack of books out of a chair and pulled it back for her, holding it still while she sat down. “Can I get you anything?”

“Captain, while I appreciate the generosity, I would like to know what you want with my ship.” She watched him as he took the seat beside her and pulled his hat off to set it on the table between them. Without the hat, layers of salt and peppered wavy hair fell down to his shoulders.

He leveled her with a concerned gaze that was at odds with everything else about him. “This isn’t a safe area to be stranded, aside from its remoteness from civilization. Your ship is—“

“Incapacitated,” she finished for him.

“Sinking,” he corrected with a hint of annoyance.

“So, you decided to stop out of the kindness of your heart?” She raised an eyebrow and folded her hands in her lap.

“It’s a good thing I did.” He nodded toward the direction of her ship. “That woman is the wife of my first mate.”

Her other eyebrow shot toward her hairline. “Ellen?” She scoffed and shook her head. “I barely know her, but you didn’t know she was on board when you stopped.”

“Lady Roslin, I will put this as plainly as I possibly can.” He leaned forward, his hands folded between his knees. “You and everyone on your ship will drown if you stay, unless you’re unlucky enough to cross the path of another pirate ship or starve. These are Cylon waters.”

She had heard tales, mostly exaggerated stories to scare children, of the Cylon pirates and their ruthlessness. Their desire to sink ships and murder everyone on board without taking so much as a ruby was renowned across the Twelve Islands of Kobol, but she had always thought it was nothing more than rumors and exaggeration.

“Next you’ll tell me to watch out for sea monsters,” she quipped with a light laugh. His unchanging expression made her hesitate. “The mast doesn’t seem repairable. I don’t see how you can help.”

“Galactica is sailing for Caprica; it’s a safe assumption that you are headed in that direction. We can give you passage at least that far.” He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “For a small price.”

“I don’t know what kind of woman you take me for, Captain Adama,” she accused, her eyes worriedly searching his quarters as she abruptly stood up.

She chastised herself for being so careless and naive, thinking that anyone—let alone a pirate—would offer help without demanding something in return. At least he hadn’t thrown her over his shoulder and carried her away, but she felt even stupider for following him willingly.

He stared at her and then quickly shook his head, his worried voice rapidly drawing her out of her thoughts. “No. Gods, no. No, that wasn’t my intention at all.” His expression even looked concerned. “I only meant reimbursement for whatever supplies you will need on the journey. Your ship can’t have much.”

It took her a moment to release her tension and slowly sit back down, realizing the corner she had ended up in. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

He grunted softly and shook his head. “What happened to the previous captain? To the ship?” His voice held genuine curiosity and his worry still lingered in his eyes.

She sighed and looked away, focusing on the flickering candlelight and the shadows it casted across the table. “We hit a storm. A few days ago, I think. Captain Zarek fell overboard, along with half the crew. We couldn’t save them.” Her brow knitted together and she dropped her gaze to her lap. “When the storm passed, the mast was a mess, most of our supplies were gone, and there was panic. No one knew what to do. With no one in charge, it was only a matter of time. So, I took over and did what I could to keep everyone together; I’m not a captain, but I somewhat know my way around a ship. My father was a merchant.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” He paused. “Your losses.”

She waved it away. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“Most women wouldn’t have done what you did.”

“Neither would most men,” she pointed out, her eyebrow briefly arching up. “Answer my question, please.”

“If I intended to hurt you, my men would’ve tied you up, gutted the ship, and sunk it within minutes. Instead, Saul found his wife and I invited you to my cabin.” He gave her a look and she sat up straighter. “I give you my word that you’ll have safe passage to Caprica, Lady Roslin. But why would a lady like you be traveling on such a small ship with a minimal entourage?”

“I don’t believe that information is necessary for my transport to Caprica, Captain Adama,” she scolded in the same tone she used on her students.

“No, it’s not,” he admitted. “I just like to know who I’m bringing on my ship and why.”

“I would recommend asking those questions before you offer passage, then.” She moved to stand up, but he was on his feet first and extended his arm again. “Thank you, Captain.”

“I’ll give you an hour to gather your things and then we’ll push off,” he said as he led her out of his quarters.

“What will happen to the ship?”

“We’ll sink her so she doesn’t draw any attention,” he answered simply.

“It seems a waste.” She frowned, her eyes immediately finding her ship when they reached the deck. A shiver ran through her body and she instinctively leaned into his warmth.

He saw her safely back to her ship and lingered long enough to gather his first mate and Ellen before they left. Billy looked her over with obvious worry and she smiled as reassuringly as she could.

“We’ll join Captain Adama’s ship,” she explained softly. “He has promised us safe passage to Caprica.”

“Can we trust him?”

She let out a short laugh. “We’re not dead yet.”

“That’s not a yes,” he replied worriedly.

“You’re welcome to stay on a sinking ship.” They all knew the ship was going down and wouldn’t get them anywhere but the depths of the sea, as much as she had denied it since the storm. “I have no desire to die like this.”

“You don’t want to go to Caprica either,” he pointed out.

“There’s still some time to figure that out. Go gather your things; we have less than an hour.” She didn’t linger, grabbing her dress to hold it up as she headed below decks for whatever she could save.

Just over an hour later, Laura stood on the deck of Galactica again. In the darkness, she had already lost sight of her ship. The candles had been brought over as the last people left the Song for Amphitrite and at any moment, she would slip below the water and settle deep on the ocean floor. There was a part of her that longed to join the wreck if it meant not reaching Caprica, but the rest of her gathered her wits and turned around. Captain Adama watched her from across the deck, but she avoided his gaze and looked at Billy.

“I think I’ll turn in for the night,” she murmured tiredly. It was more likely approaching morning, but the sun had yet to break the horizon. “Goodnight, Billy.”

“Goodnight, ma’am.”

She felt both sets of eyes on her as she retreated to the small but private room Captain Adama had provided. Her trunk sat at the foot of an uncomfortable bed, but she was grateful for it over a hammock. She took her time undressing and slid under the thin blanket once she was in her nightgown, her plaited hair coiled under her head. As she laid there, she watched the flickering candle for several long minutes, and then finally blew it out and rolled over to sleep. The sounds of Galactica were both familiar and strange, her creaks more prominent as she glided smoothly through the waves.

It was easy enough to keep to herself the first few days. She stayed in her room and only ventured on deck early in the morning or late at night. Billy checked on her throughout the day and brought light meals, but she was otherwise content in her solitude. She could see enough through the small window to tide her over while she was inside, more relieved that it didn’t require fully getting dressed.

Three days after their rescue, she woke to cloudy skies and a quiet sea. The clouds were thick but white and fluffy and although they didn’t threaten any storm or rain, they still made her uneasy. It was later than she normally woke, but she still felt the need to go up on deck. Attempting to ignore her disquiet, she dressed as quickly as she could and didn’t bother with her hair, allowing the curls to fall freely over her shoulders. With her book in hand—and hoping Billy had saved some breakfast—she cautiously ascended the stairs into the warm sunlight.

The deck was stiller than she expected and when combined with the reticent sea and nonexistent wind, her unease grew. She tightened her hold on her book and quickly scanned the deck. Billy sat along the railing with one of Adama’s crew and the first mate and his wife stood at the helm. She hadn’t seen the captain himself since coming on board and she didn’t see him now. Convinced she would be left alone enough, she made her way to the front of the ship and the step that she had determined was the most comfortable place to sit. She settled down against the old wood so she could see the ocean and the ship, unwilling to have her back to either.

She only made it a few pages before footsteps and a shadow disturbed her. Expecting Billy, her eyebrow rose when she lifted her head to find Captain Adama leaning against the railing and staring out to sea. She closed her book and kept her hand between the pages to save her spot, taking the opportunity to study the man. He seemed a few years older than her, but it was hard to tell from the profile of his tanned, weathered face. The best indication came from his greying hair that was once again tucked up under his hat. His eyes matched the sea and the sky, the swirling shades blending together as seamlessly as they did around them. It took her a moment too long to realize he was watching her.

“See something of interest, Lady Roslin?” he asked, a smirk crossing his face and igniting his eyes.

“No,” she hummed, “you’re blocking the sunlight.” Her hand waved toward the sun just visible through the clouds behind him that his larger form easily eclipsed.

“Will you glare at the clouds and the horizon when they hide the sun too?” He shifted so his arm rested against the railing again but his gaze didn’t leave her.

“I just might.” She glanced down to check her page number and then closed her book, her hands folding on top of it in her lap. “Can I do something for you, Captain?”

“I intended to ask you the same.” He grunted and turned toward the water again. “Didn’t expect you to hide away the entire trip.”

She gave a small shrug. “Thought I’d stay out of the way.”

“Have you eaten yet?” He fully turned toward her and leaned his back against the railing. Her stomach rumbled and answered for her. “Join me for breakfast?”

“Okay,” she agreed softly.

He extended his hand and gently pulled her to her feet. Her cheeks began to warm and she cleared her throat, avoiding his gaze as she tucked her book under her arm.

“There’s another storm coming, isn’t there?” She nodded to darkening clouds on the horizon.

“The winds shifted and it’s forming ahead of us. It’ll slow us down, but we’ll miss the worst of it,” he explained without letting go of her hand.

He transferred her hand to his arm and she sighed in relief, her earlier tension finally evaporating as she followed him to his quarters. The size of the breakfast waiting for them caught her off guard and she briefly raised an eyebrow, wondering if it was how much he usually ate or if he was already expecting someone. Her suspicion only grew when he pulled out the chair in front of a second plate and gestured to it. For once, she decided not to ask questions and take the offer at face value, and she sat down, her eyes following him as he rounded the table to sit across from her.

“Help yourself,” he murmured with a smile. “Might not be the freshest, but it’s still good.”

She felt his eyes on her, but her hunger won out and she picked a grape off the vine, unable to contain her hum at its sweetness when it popped in her mouth. When she raised her gaze again, he was focused on his plate.

“Do I get to ask questions now, or would you prefer to be an enigma?” he inquired.

“It depends on the question.” She shrugged and ate another grape. “But I don’t feel like discussing the weather, so go ahead.”

“We can exchange. Question for question?”

The idea intrigued her and she felt some of her guard loosen a little. “Me first.”

“Ladies first, of course,” he said at the same time.

“Are you a pirate?”

He chuckled quietly and took a long drink of something that could’ve been alcohol as easily as it was juice. “You really don’t like small talk, do you?”

“Does that count as your question?” She smirked.

“Yes.” At her piercing gaze, he elaborated, “Yes, it’s my question. No, I’m not a pirate.”

“No, I don’t like small talk. It’s useless drivel to fill the silence and I prefer a conversation with substance or quiet.”

“I’m assuming that wasn’t your question, which means it’s your turn.” He waited until he finished speaking before he took a bite of croissant.

She considered him for a moment, then reached for the filled glass near her. “What is this?”

“I thought you wanted personal questions.” He raised his own eyebrow and ripped off another piece.

“I want relevant questions.”

“It’s grape juice. Which you seem to enjoy.” He waved his hand toward the grape stem she had picked clean. “May I know your first name?”

She frowned, but trusted him and took a drink, confirming that he was telling the truth. “I don’t believe we know each other well enough for you to use my given name, Captain Adama,” she replied deliberately.

“I didn’t ask to use it, just to know it.”

She studied him once more and he appeared to hide very little. Even his eyes were an open book, almost concerned, and definitely curious. “Laura.” After another drink, she lowered the glass to the table and glanced toward the windows beside them. “If you’re not a pirate, what are you?”

He leaned back in his chair until he was balanced on the back legs with his knee caught under the table. She worried he would fall back, but not even the gentle rocking of the waves disturbed him. “A privateer to the right people, pirate to the wrong.”

“What does that mean?”

He smiled. “Wait your turn, Lady Roslin. What is your favorite color?”

She huffed and folded her hands in her lap and she slowly sat forward. “That’s not a relevant question.”

He hummed softly. “You’re the one who said you prefer relevant questions. You also don’t know what’s relevant to me. Answer it, please.”

The politeness surprised her into answering. “Red.”

“Like the setting sun and the Caprican flag. A good choice. I prefer the blue of early morning, just after dawn.”

His words made her focus on his eyes and she felt a blush creep up her neck, the lower neckline of her dress unable to hide it. “Answer mine now. Please.” She was careful not to phrase it as a question.

“I prefer to work as a privateer, but I also prefer to abide by my own moral compass, not orders. We take legal sailings when we can, but we do what we have to in order to get by,” he answered with another shrug. “You’re not in danger.”

“From you, maybe.” The sky had begun to darken and she feared how dark it was in the direction of the storm. Her earlier worry returned in full force, threatening a storm of its own.

“Not from the storm either. I’m a good captain and Galactica is a damn good ship. Pardon my language.” His chair thudded to the ground and he finished off his glass. “I’ll give you the option to answer this one. Why are you traveling to Caprica?”

The man seemed full of surprises at every turn, but genuine and more of a gentleman than she ever would have expected from a pirate or privateer. She trusted him as far as she could throw him, but she did trust him. “I’m from Caprica,” she admitted after a moment. “Moved to Picon when my father passed for a fresh start and now I’m being sent back to get married.” It took everything in her not to scowl as she said the words.

“Sent back?”

“Now look at who's questioning out of turn.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “My apologies.”

“Why do you do this?” She pointed out the window, trying her best to ignore the storm.

“I love the open ocean. I love my ship and I tend to get restless on land. Besides, there’s nothing out there for me.” He gave an almost hopeless shrug that made her frown.

“There’s always something out there,” she countered quietly.

“What’s out there for you?”

She had to think for several long moments. “My library, my students.”

“All of which you left in Queenstown. But my library, my crew, are all right here. So, I stay here too.” He paused and offered the carafe to refill her glass, but she shook her head. “I notice you don’t mention your fiancé.”

“No, otherwise I’d be more eager to return to Caprica,” she replied simply. It was as close to the truth as she trusted him with for now.

“May I ask why?”

“After you tell me why you rescued us.”

“Your ship was clearly damaged. It was an easy target. Approaching you had two outcomes: I could negotiate for whatever it held of value or I could offer assistance.” He leaned forward and they were suddenly a lot closer together. “When I saw who was on board, along with Mrs. Tigh, I offered my assistance.”

Her head tilted slightly to the side as she considered him. Alone in his quarters, no part of her felt unsafe. She had no question that she would arrive in Caprica safely, but his openness and comments made her wonder if he was trying to flirt. The line between friendship and flirting always seemed so blurred to her and she couldn’t identify what Captain Adama’s objective truly was. She figured the only way to get a better idea would be to reveal more information in the hopes that he would do the same.

“I don’t wish to marry my fiancé.” She pursed her lips and ate the last piece of fruit off her plate. “It’s a union of… convenience, I suppose. Appearance. It gives him access to my father’s money and frees me to live my life without scrutiny. I suppose it could be worse, but I would much prefer to inherit my father’s money without getting married.”

He nodded his understanding and she didn’t feel the urge to pull back, so she stayed leaning forward as he did. “I’m sorry.”

“Given the delays and my procrastination, I imagine there’s a reward for my safe return by this point.” She met his eyes with a calmness she didn’t feel. “When we make it to Caprica, you would be entitled to it.”

“And if we didn’t?”

“Didn’t what?”

“Make it to Caprica.”

“He would keep looking for me for a time, then declare me lost at sea and claim my inheritance anyway.”

He grunted and sat back. “I promised you safe passage to Caprica, but if you had the chance to go somewhere else?”

It had crossed her mind more and more often in recent weeks, but she had never allowed herself to consider it for long. It was too tempting. “He would find me and I have no means of starting over without him.”

“You could become a pirate.”

She laughed and he joined after a moment. “I think I prefer solid ground beneath my feet.” At least, she did now. The sea, ships, just weren’t as welcoming without her father or her sisters.

“I’m just saying, you have options.” His eyes narrowed slightly and then he stood up. For a moment, his gaze lingered on her and then he turned to sort through a few piles of books underneath the windows. He didn’t speak as he searched, and then turned back with a red book in his hand. “I noticed you were nearing the end of your book and thought you might need another one. Since I couldn’t decide between a few, I used your favorite color.” A small smile turned the corner of his lips up as he offered it to her.

“I can’t guarantee I’ll finish it before Caprica.” They still had weeks left on their journey, but things seemed so unpredictable that she didn’t want to make any promises. She accepted it anyway and let it rest in her lap.

He waved her concerns off. “It’s a gift. Never lend books.”

Her blush returned, hotter than before, and she had to clear her throat. “Oh. Thank you, then.”

“My pleasure. Now, I don’t mean to kick you out, but I do have some things to attend to. In case you hide away in your room again, would you join me for breakfast tomorrow?” He folded his hands in front of himself. “Consider that my last question.”

“I would like that,” she admitted. “Thank you, Captain Adama. For your generosity, your help. The book.” She held it up and gave him a small smile.

“If there’s anything you need, Lady Roslin, say the word. I’d like to see you safely to your destination.” There was a seriousness in his eyes that made her swallow.

“Yes, the reward would tide you over for some time,” she said softly.

“It’s not about the reward. Good morning.”

He didn’t shoo her out, but she knew when she was being dismissed. With her books tucked under her arm and her mind whirling with additional questions, she dabbed any leftover food and juice off her face and dropped the napkin to her plate, pausing only long enough to meet his eyes before she left his quarters.

Somehow, it became a habit. Breakfast each morning turned into breakfast and dinner, each time continuing their game of questions. She gradually grew more comfortable around him and could tell he felt the same, their meals growing less formal and more friendly as the days passed. It was something she looked forward to and it drew her out of her room more often, learning to enjoy the cool breeze on deck along with the views of both the ocean and the stars. Beneath the starlight, the endless darkness became less oppressive and more like the freedom she had been searching for for so long. Even on Zarek’s ship, she had spent most of the time in her room to avoid the captain and embrace her dwindling solitude. Galactica became one of the few sanctuaries she had found since fleeing Caprica.

She came to rely on the waves to fall asleep each night, their slow rocking making her bed more comfortable and sleep come more easily. Those same waves woke her now, their movement harsher and faster than she was used to. Her stomach dropped from a mixture of movement and dread, and with the blankets still tangled around herself, she rushed to the window. Even in the darkness, she could see and hear the waves crashing against the side of the ship, and the rain pounding on the deck above her. For a moment, she feared she was back on board the now sunken Song for Amphitrite, but the room was different, smaller, and she reassured herself that it was Galactica. The reassurance quickly twisted into more apprehension, the worry consuming her that this ship would endure the same fate.

It took effort to push through it and she frantically reached for her dressing gown, haphazardly pulling it on and tying it as she hurried from her room. The lanterns swung wildly, their flickering flames almost useless. The rain, wind, and waves had put out all sources of light up top and she couldn’t see anything while she waited for her eyes to adjust. The crew shouted back and forth, familiar voices mixed in with Adama’s men, but she couldn’t make out any of what they were saying, only their tension.

Suddenly, a hand tightly grabbed her arm and moved her against the wall, but it did nothing to protect her from the rain falling around them and drenching everything. “Lady Roslin, you need to get below. Now.” Captain Adama’s voice was quiet by the time it reached her ears, easily drowned out by the sounds of the storm around them. “It’s not safe up here.”

“I’m not going to drown like a rat in a cage down there!” she shouted back, her fingers gripping his sleeve to try to stay upright.

“No one’s drowning! Now go!” He gave her a gentle shove toward the stairs, but changed his mind and grabbed onto her arm again.

There was no time to think as he yanked her back and hugged her against his chest. She fought instinctively until they were pummeled by a wave breaking over the ship. Without his help, she would have slipped and fallen, maybe even gone overboard, but he kept her anchored to him and stopped her from going anywhere. Salt water invaded all of her senses, filling her nose and mouth, drenching her clothes, skin, and hair, and leaving her breathless and instantly cold.

“For frak’s sake,” he grumbled under his breath. His arms briefly tightened and then he guided her to the stairs. “Now will you go below deck?”

She tried to wipe the water from her face and only managed to smear her hair to her forehead and cheeks. “If we’re going down—”

“We’re not going down. I’ve seen worse storms,” he promised, his voice an odd mixture of frustration and reassurance. “Laura, please!”

Stunned by the impromptu use of her given name, she allowed him to push her into the stairwell and finally out of the storm’s warpath. Trusting him, even against her own instincts and fear of the storm, she left puddles of water and wet footprints on her way back to her room. Her clothes were saturated with salt water and by the time they dried, they would be uncomfortable and crusty. Until then, they were wet and cold, and she was miserable. She knew she should change, but her skin was wet and putting on a full outfit seemed worse than wet clothes, and she ended up huddling in front of the window with her arms tightly around herself, hands stroking up and down them for some amount of warmth.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but her clothes were still wet, her hair only dripping more water down her back, and the sky was just as dark. The ferocity of the storm had begun to calm down, but the ship still crested the waves harder and faster than she was comfortable with. A knock on her door startled her and she let out a soft yelp that was stifled by biting down on her knuckle, eyeing the door warily until there was another knock.

“I know you’re not asleep, Lady Roslin,” Captain Adama said, but his voice wasn’t knowing or cocky, only worried.

One look down at herself warned her about opening the door. Her robe and nightgown clung to her body and the thin fabric was nearly translucent now. In the darkness above deck, nothing was visible, but she worried about how much the lantern light would show. “What is it?”

“Open the door, please. I won’t keep you long, I promise.”

Biting her lip, she swallowed everything down and crossed the room to open the door. His eyes moved over her quickly, never lingering, and then focused on her face and remained there. She could tell it took effort, but she appreciated that he tried.

He cleared his throat and braced his arm against the doorway, his clothes dripping to the deck like hers did. His hat was missing and she hoped the wind hadn’t blown it overboard, but he had used the water to his advantage and slicked his hair back from his face, shorter strands already drying and falling forward to curl around his face.

“If you can do away with propriety for a bit, I have something you can borrow while your clothes dry,” he offered, his other arm extending a bundle of fabric to her. “It’s comfortable and no one here will care.”

A shiver ran over her and she accepted the clothes without question, resisting the urge to hug them to her chest so she didn’t get them wet too. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“We’re through the worst of it. If you’d like, join me in my quarters when you’re changed?” His eyes met hers and she felt like he saw right through her, straight to the fears and worries she carried close to her heart.

Realizing he was offering a distraction through the rest of the storm and knowing she wouldn’t sleep until it had passed, she gave him a small nod and shut the door as soon as he moved out of the way.

Whatever clothes she was expecting, it wasn’t a pair of loose breeches and a shirt. They wouldn’t fit anyone she had seen on his crew and would still be a little big on her, but she had to admit that they looked comfortable. She hated corsets, hated the frumpy, extravagant dresses her position required of her, and preferred the simpler things she had worn while teaching. The chance to wear loose clothing she could move in while in the middle of the ocean where no one would know wasn’t a chance she would pass up.

She had to peel her wet clothes off and did her best to lay them out on the deck so they could dry, and dried herself off with her blanket. The new clothes were slightly scratchy, but she gratefully slipped them on and tied them as tight as she could; they still billowed and she worried they would act like a sail if a gust of wind caught her, but they were dry and as comfortable as they looked. She was still cold, but now her blanket was damp and she could only hope the captain’s quarters were warmer. When she could delay no longer, she slipped from the room.

Captain Adama answered at her first knock and held the door open so she could walk inside, a thick blanket already in his arms. He draped it around her shoulders as she walked in and she immediately pulled it closer, her fingers tangling in the fabric to keep her hold on it.

“Figured you would be cold,” he said quietly, his hand waving toward the bench below the windows. It had been cleared of all the books which now sat in dispersed piles on the deck.

“I’d rather stay away from the water right now,” she replied just as softly.

“I have bad news.” He offered a small smile and pointed to the couch in the center of the room instead.

“I know,” she sighed, “we’re surrounded by it.” She gave in and sank down in the corner of the couch, her legs pulled close so the blanket could cover them too. “How did you know that wave was coming? It’s impossible to see anything up there.”

“Your eyes adjust.” He sat on the far side of the couch. “But you learn to feel the time between waves. The subtle shifting of the ship. We had just gone down and the angle that we were going back up…” He trailed off and shrugged. “I told you to stay below.”

“I was already on one sinking ship. I’d rather not see another in my lifetime, but if I have to, I’m not going to hide in my room,” she muttered sharply.

“You’re awfully stubborn.”

“It’s kept me alive.”

He grunted and nodded. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing. The storm that sank your ship, it was a rough one. We managed to avoid it, but even the perimeter was jarring.”

“I’ve never seen anything like it. Normally, I love storms. The thunder, lightning, the sound of the rain. Now, trapped on a ship… It’s terrifying,” she confessed, her eyes closing as she leaned her head back.

“The sun should be up soon. Even with the clouds, it’ll get brighter.”

His words made her reopen her eyes and she rolled her head toward her shoulder to look at him. “And until then?”

He shrugged and held his hand out to the room. “Have you ever read Dark Day?”

“No, I never got around to it.”

“Good.” He gave her the same small smile she had come to enjoy and stood up. “Get comfortable.”

It took him a few minutes to track down the book and she watched him the entire time. When he finally sat back down, she curled up in a more comfortable position facing him so her head was held by the back of the couch, all of her attention on him as he settled in and began to read. His low voice pulled her in and she found it easy to listen to him, her body slowly relaxing more and more.

A solid thud followed by a muffled swear woke her and her brow furrowed at the unfamiliar surroundings that greeted her. Bright light streamed through the windows and she squinted against it to make out more of the room, slowly sitting up until her eyes landed on Captain Adama watching her almost sheepishly.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said softly, apology heavy in his voice. “Seemed like you really needed the sleep.”

“I didn’t…” She tried to clear the sleep from her own voice and scrubbed her hands over her face. “You should have woken me. I would’ve gone back to my room.”

“Where you would have worried about the storm and stayed awake anyway,” he pointed out. “Storm passed and you slept.”

She considered it for a moment and then slowly nodded, the only acknowledgment she would give him that he was right. “Thank you,” she said before she yawned.

“Before you go running off, eat something. We’ll stop in Tauron tomorrow for fresh supplies, then another few weeks to Caprica.” He gave a small smile that highlighted the bags under his eyes and she wondered if he had stayed awake all night. “You were alone,” he added, as if he knew where her thoughts had gone. “I was up on deck most of the night.”

“I didn’t mean to kick you out of your own quarters.” Her fingers clutched the blanket closer around herself for protection and she carefully stood up.

“You didn’t. Someone has to captain this ship and that tends to be me.” He smiled again and it lingered this time. “However, I will kick you out after we eat so I can sleep.”

“I can eat on deck. I don’t mind.” She glanced at the plates on the table and bit her lip.

“I enjoy breakfast with you.”

The admission brought a smile to her lips, uncertain but visible. “You’re not what I expected, Captain Adama.”

“I could say the same of you, Lady Roslin.” He crossed the room and pulled out her chair for you. “A lady captaining a ship is about as rare as—”

“A gentleman pirate,” she finished for him, accepting his chivalry and allowing him to push her chair in after she sat down. “I am thankful both for your rescue and your company, even if I wish to stay as far away from Caprica as possible.”

“You could always disappear in Tauron.” He shrugged and sank into his seat, immediately diving into his breakfast.

“He’d find me.” She sighed and shook her head. “Even without my father’s money, he has influence, reach. No, I think my options are to marry him or death.”

He coughed and rubbed at his throat, his eyes growing wide before he covered his reaction. “I didn’t take you for a dramatic woman.”

“I’m not being dramatic,” she said simply, a note of finality ending their conversation as she began to eat too.

Chapter Text

The Tauron coast came into view late that evening, steadily growing closer. Come morning, the harbor was the only thing in view from one side of the ship. It was an older port, the walls showing the damage of fights with pirates, Cylons, and civil war, but it was still standing. She had changed out of the breeches and shirt Captain Adama had given her, but she kept them in her room, reluctantly redressing in one of her nicer gowns for the day. Though she had no intention of leaving Galactica, she didn’t want to risk word of her appearance making it back to Lord Adar. Despite the welcome sight of land, Laura found herself on the opposite side to stare out at the sea. Caprica was somewhere out there, but so was Picon behind her. Her students, her library, even if they weren’t really hers anymore.

“The view is on the other side,” Captain Adama murmured behind her, and she quickly spun around to face him. “But you knew that.”

“It’s a port, just like all the others,” she replied with a shrug. “I never realized how much damage the civil war caused.”

He took a step closer and lowered his voice. “We’re still rebuilding, but she’s strong. It’s not Caprica.” Whether he meant that as a warning or an encouragement, she wasn’t sure.

“Not yet.” She cleared her throat and shook her head.

“I was hoping you would join me. I have a few things to do and thought you might need some solid ground under your feet for a bit.” The wind caught a loose strand of his hair and pulled it free of his hat, allowing it to dance around the side of his face.

The offer was intriguing and when he extended his arm, she took it. “You’re not going to drag me into any of your piracy, are you?” she asked with a hint of teasing.

“I think you’d make a rather good pirate. Just need another change of clothes and a few lessons on sword fighting.” He grinned and she rolled her eyes, but she stopped when he dropped her arm and slid his sword from its sheath to hold out horizontally to her. “You know which part not to touch, right?”

She huffed indignantly and her hands settled on her hips. “Of course I do.”

“Then you’ve already passed the first lesson.” His grin widened, so boyish that it made his whole face look younger. “Shall we?” He returned his sword and offered his arm again.

It had been so long since someone had accompanied her through town and she found herself leaning into him as they walked. He easily avoided her skirts and allowed her to set their pace while also guiding their direction toward whatever he needed to accomplish. She was surprised by how simple and legal his negotiations were, arranging supplies for his crew and trades for whatever treasures were in Galactica’s hold. It reminded her of watching her father work, growing increasingly interested in what he did and just as frustrated that she was forced out of the business to wait for marriage. The memory made her wrinkle her nose and she turned away, eyes scanning the rows of stalls that lined the street and children that ran everywhere.

“Lady Roslin.” His soft voice caught her attention and she turned back, her lips parting as she saw the delicate red flower he held in his hand.

“Did you steal it?” she asked, more to cover her surprise than because she actually believed it.

“I like to think I’m a few pegs higher than a petty thief.” He briefly smirked and his other hand waved toward the nearby flower stand. “You’re welcome to ask the merchant.”

“I believe you.” A small smile appeared as she accepted the flower and inhaled its subtly sweet scent. “Thank you, Captain.”

He only smiled at first. “Just one more stop and then we’ll head back to the ship. Unless you’d rather return now.”

After a thoughtful hum, she shook her head. “I am enjoying Hypatia. Lead the way.”

“I was hoping you would say that. I think you’ll enjoy this next one even more.”

He turned them around and began to lead the way further inland. As they walked, she reached up to slide the flower stem behind her ear and through her hair. The stalls turned to shops and grew a little larger, nicer, and she smiled widely when they finally stopped outside a bookshop tucked away from the main road. When she looked at him, he seemed almost nervous, and she felt confusion start to creep up.

“A bookstore?” she prompted.

He shrugged. “You mentioned you had left your library behind and this is the best bookshop this side of Tauron, so I thought it might be a good place to start over.”

The words and thoughtfulness made her heart skip a beat and she cleared her throat. “I wish I could, but I would love to look anyway.”

He reached for the door but hesitated and looked at her. “Your father and fiancé really left you with nothing, didn’t they?” he asked carefully.

A frown formed until she quickly willed it away. It was partially her fault that she had nothing, but that wasn’t a topic she wanted to discuss. “No,” she admitted. “I made enough as a teacher to get by, but from the moment I stepped on that ship… I have nothing until Caprica.”

“That seems…” He paused and briefly looked over her shoulder. “Unfair,” he finally finished.

“It’s a method of control, Captain Adama. Can’t run away if I have nothing or nowhere to go.” Her lips twisted into a grimace that immediately faded when he led her into the bookstore.

“Bill!” A younger man leaned against the counter but immediately straightened up when they walked in. He smiled, large and friendly. “Was wonderin’ when we’d see you again. Sharon, Bill’s back and he brought a lady!”

Laura blushed and looked away, easily getting caught up in the rows of overflowing bookshelves, her hand still resting on his arm.

“I’m merely escorting her, Helo,” Bill corrected. “We only have a few minutes, but I wanted to see what you had.”

“Please, take a look.” He gestured to his shelves and leaned against the counter again.

She cautiously broke free to wander, fingers lightly tracing along the spines as she read over the titles. The shelves contained an assortment of books and genres, and she felt an overwhelming pang of longing for her own collection. It had begun when she was a child, gifts from family and friends, then grown as she did. Filling multiple crates, it had taken effort to move it from Caprica to Queenstown, only for her to be forced to abandon it there to return home.

“That’s the face of someone missing something fierce,” a woman said. It made Laura jump and she quickly spun around, her skirts dusting the bookshelves as she moved. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought you heard me.”

She was close to Helo’s age and held a young girl against her hip with curly hair in a matching dark shade. The girl beamed as brightly as Helo and Laura couldn’t help but smile back.

“I miss home,” she said with a slight shrug. “Hello, sweetheart.”

The girl waved and then hid her face in her mother’s neck which made her chuckle. “You came in with Captain Adama, then?”

“Yes.” She smiled, hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions.

“He doesn’t normally take passengers. You must be somethin’ special.” The woman was incredibly friendly and Laura knew it was her own turmoil that was making her uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I should introduce myself. Sharon Agathon and my daughter, Hera.”

It was hard to tell how far Adar’s reach stretched, but she played it carefully with her mother’s family name. “Laura Morrow. Nice to meet you both.” She hoped Captain Adams’s chivalry wouldn’t betray her lie.

“And a pleasure to meet you. Please, enjoy.” She smiled again before she headed toward her husband and Adama, leaving Laura a little more on edge as she continued through the shop.

The men were deep in conversation when she made her way back to the front and she lingered out of the way, not wanting to interrupt. He saw her anyway and flashed her a quick smile, their conversation lasting a few more minutes before he stepped back.

“Thank you, Helo. Mrs. Agathon.” He smiled widely at Hera. “You behave yourself.” She giggled and waved goodbye to him and to Laura. “If we want to depart before sunset, we should head back soon.”

“I’m ready.” She took his arm again without hesitation, suddenly overly aware of the flower still resting in her hair.

They said their goodbyes and made their way back to the ship, the spoils of their stops slowly being loaded onto Galactica. It was more alive than Laura had seen the ship and she enjoyed the activity and noise. Billy rushed to her side the moment she stepped foot on deck and she withheld a sigh at the look he gave her.

“Lady Roslin.” His eyes narrowed at the flower and she carefully pulled it free but kept it in her hand. “I didn’t realize you would be gone all day.”

“Captain Adama had a list of things to do,” she explained, “and I certainly wasn’t going to wander through Hypatia alone.” They both knew that was exactly something she would do, but he didn’t comment on it. “Did I worry you?”

“He’s not exactly… the most trustworthy, is he?” he asked quietly.

“I think he’s proven himself, don’t you?” She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed in warning. “Make no mistake, Billy, regardless if it is Captain Adama or Lord Adar, I am in charge.”

“Yes, of course, ma’am.” He nodded quickly and looked contrite. “My apologies.”

“It’s an usual situation, I know. But I hope you know how grateful I am to have you here,” she said softly but sincerely. Without him, she wasn’t sure if she could have stopped herself from going down with their ship, and not out of any sense of duty.

“I’m glad I can help,” he responded just as sincerely.

They shared a small smile. “Captain Adama will get his reward and you’ll have a good position. Everyone is happy, right?” Her smile flickered. Billy murmured something unintelligible, but she didn’t push. “I’ll be below deck if you need me.”

She didn’t look back and missed the sunshine as soon as she was hidden from it, a shiver running through her body. When she walked into her room, she hesitated at a small wrapped package sitting on her bed. Her brow furrowed but curiosity drove her forward and she picked up the weighty object. Scrawled on top was unfamiliar handwriting but familiar names.

For the Lady Morrow.

-The Agathons

She sank to the bed with the package in her lap, wondering how it had made it back to the ship before her. With a soft gasp, she realized the different path they had taken along the water’s edge would have provided enough time and she instinctively knew that had been the captain’s plan all along. Worrying her lower lip between her teeth, she cautiously ripped the paper off to reveal two books, one larger than the other. The smaller book on top was an older adventure novel, one of her favorites. She owned a copy, or had before she left Picon. Beneath it was an encyclopedia that promised drawings and comments on beaches and lakes in the known world. Pressed between the two was another note in a different handwriting.

Everyone needs an escape, fictional or otherwise.

She knew she should be offended that Adama would say something so bold and that she should defend herself and her fiancé, but she couldn’t find it in herself. He was right about needing an escape and she hoped the few books she had now would provide enough of one after they reached Caprica.

Unsure of what to make of Captain Adama or any of his gestures, she retreated into herself and her room again. They continued their breakfasts and dinners, but they were quieter, as if he understood without words what she needed. While she appreciated it, it only confused her further. The seas were gentle, the winds in their favor, and promised to deliver them to their destination a few days earlier than planned. It was good news to everyone else on board, especially the Tighs who were loud about their plans to stay on shore for some time, and Billy who had taken to the sea like bees to vinegar. Laura only felt growing trepidation, the overwhelming urge to run again, but the sides of the ship and ever-present ocean constantly reminded her that there was nowhere to go.

During a rare afternoon on deck, she stood with her arms folded over her chest and her back against the mast. The sails blocked enough of the sun that it wasn’t too warm and she felt comfortable, the wind blowing through the breeches and shirt keeping her just cool enough. Both Billy and Ellen had shared their distaste for her outfit whenever she wore it, but it was easy to ignore them both and she was grateful for it now, knowing the humidity and heat would’ve exhausted her otherwise. When Captain Adama came on deck, his eyes found her immediately and she swore she saw a smile briefly appear. He made his way toward her and she straightened up, her arms still crossed.

“You look like you need an escape.” He leaned his shoulder against the mast and copied her posture.

“How far of a swim to the nearest island?”

He glanced around and shrugged. “Your body might wash up on Aquaria, if you’re lucky. More likely to meet Poseidon.” After a pause, he continued, “Do I need to worry about you jumping overboard?”

She scrunched her nose and shot him a mild glare. “No, I’m not finished with Searider Falcon yet.”

“Good.” His full smile appeared this time. “I have an escape for you, but I don’t know that you’re…” He stopped and looked off into the distance, clearly in thought. “You might be daring enough to try it.”

“Are you trying to goad me into it?” she countered, her hands slowly moving to her hips.

“Is it working?”

“It depends.”

His smile widened and he pointedly looked up. “Fighting top is one of my favorite places on this ship.”

She followed his gaze and furrowed her brow, unsure of what he was talking about until she spotted the small area high above the deck. “Up there?”

“Water’s calm, so it’s an easy climb. You can handle it,” he encouraged.

“No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head and looked at him.

“You’ll like it once you’re up there. If not, it’s a head start for you to go overboard.” The look he gave her was filled with teasing and a soft laugh tumbled from her lips.

“Oh, my gods.” She took a deep breath and looked up again. “How do you get up there?”

“I can show you or I can guide you from down here.”

Her eyes stayed focused on the mess of ropes and sails above them. “You go and I’ll follow.”

“As you wish.” He tipped his hat and then made sure it was secure on his head, lingering long enough to flash her a grin before he grabbed the ropes and began to climb.

She let him get a few feet in the air before she hesitantly reached out, her fingers curling around the rough rope a little lower than he had. The ladder swung back and forth with the wind and waves, and her stomach dropped concerningly, but she focused on the man above her and slowly climbed after him. When he disappeared from view onto the slightly wider wooden beam, her worry returned until his head came back with his arm extended for her.

“I knew you could do it,” he called. “Almost there.”

“You’re crazy!” Her fingers tightened around the rope, but she was forced to loosen them to continue moving.

It took her almost twice as long, but she finally reached his hand and he pulled her up the last bit until they stood together with an unhindered view of the ocean and the bright sun around them. It was beautiful, even with the distant fluffy clouds and not a speck of life beyond Galactica.

“I can see why it’s your favorite,” she breathed out. “Wow…”

“Best view of the stars at night too, but you need to work on your climbing first.” He leaned against the thick ropes that stopped him from falling to the deck.

“I think I did alright,” she defended without looking away. One hand rested on the rope, fingers tightly tangled in it, but the other came up to block out some of the sunlight.

“For your first time, you did great,” he agreed. She heard him shifting beside her and then a shadow came over her as he held something above her head. “May I?”

She tilted her head enough to see he held his hat out for her and she softly hummed her agreement. It was too big and sat loosely on her head, but it protected her face and held her hair back. “Thank you,” she murmured, her attention already wandering back to the horizon.

Without his hat, his hair tumbled free and was easily caught in the wind, strands teasing his face and dancing around more wildly than hers. “If you’re comfortable and it’s not in use, you’re welcome up here. It’s a good spot to get away for a bit.” He shrugged and leaned forward to peer down at the deck. “It’s a long way down, so do be careful.”

“I’m always careful.” The words slipped out and she sighed. “I think I’d like to stay up here for a bit.” The weight that had settled on her chest and grew heavier by the day felt a little lighter now and she wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as she could.

“That’s why I showed it to you. If you need anything, you know where to find me.” He chuckled. “Or rather, I know where to find you.”

“Thank you,” she repeated, managing to tear her gaze away to watch him until he was out of sight.

The sun was her only means of tracking the time and it had noticeably shifted in the sky by the time she pulled herself from her thoughts. The captain’s hat had protected her as well as the clothes did and she paused to make sure everything was secure before she began the climb down. It was harder than the ascent, but she took her time and was careful with every placement of her hands and feet. As she neared the bottom, she was aware of someone waiting with their hands extended, but she didn’t dare look away.

“If I had known how long you would be up there, I would’ve taken my hat back,” Captain Adama said, his hands available for support but not touching her.

She only huffed at first and allowed herself to lean back into him so he could help her the last bit of distance to the deck. “I didn’t intend to stay up there that long. Or hold your hat hostage.” After dusting her hands off, she handed it back to him and he immediately placed it on his head with his hair tucked back up beneath it.

“Looks like it kept the sun off you, so it served its purpose. As long as you don’t go starting a mutiny.” He gave her a hard look that faded to a gentle smile.

“Your crew is loyal to you. I only have Billy.”

“He’s a good kid.”

She laughed softly, but Saul interrupted her before she could say anything more. “Captain, you gonna yap or we gonna fight?”

Adama scowled and rolled his eyes, but his smile returned at her worried look. “Practice, Lady Roslin. No need to worry.”

“I wasn’t worried,” she responded quickly.

He watched her for a moment and then turned around, already reaching for his sword as he stalked toward his first mate. “Passengers are no good if they’re dead.”

“Passengers are no good.”

She had intended to return to her room, but the sight of the two men sword fighting held her attention instead. She remained where she was for a few minutes and then slowly followed the railing to skirt the fight and took a seat on a crate near Billy, her legs crossed so she could comfortably lean back against the wall.

“Do you know how to fight?” she asked him softly.

He shook his head and laughed a little. “No, ma’am. I was told it was a safe journey and Captain Zarek’s men would handle any safety concerns.”

“I’m not asking you to fight,” she soothed him quickly. “It was only a question.”

“Do you?” he asked after a moment.

“No, but it’s fascinating, don’t you think?”

“Not for me, really. Fighting, oceans… I’ll stay safely inland, thank you.”

She laughed and nodded her agreement. “It’s an adventure, though.”

“It’s good to hear you see it that way.” He shifted beside her, but she had zeroed in on Captain Adama and Saul.

What they did was nothing short of dancing. They worked almost in sync and she wondered if they were truly so evenly matched or if one was taking it easy on the other. It was impossible for her to tell, but she was completely absorbed in it regardless. The moment the captain gained ground and his sword sliced Saul’s shirt, she knew he was the better swordsman and it made her smile, a feeling close to pride filling her.

Saul dropped his sword and took a few steps back with his hands held up in surrender. “Alright, alright, you win, but you’re still replacing the shirt.” He huffed and held his hand out to his wife who passed over an open bottle. He immediately took a swig and handed it back. “Find someone younger to fight.”

“You are younger.” Adama pressed his sword into the deck and lightly leaned on it.

“Try Gaeta. Frak, we gotta get Lee back on board so you can fight him.” He shook his head and grabbed his sword again. “I’m goin’ below.”

She wondered who Lee was and filed it away to ask later.

Adama chuckled and watched him leave, then turned to Gaeta with a raised eyebrow. “Toss me your sword.”

Gaeta raised a questioning eyebrow but obeyed, Adama easily catching the sword out of the air. With one in each hand, he looked at Laura and held the smaller one out. “Your turn.”

She stared at the weapon with him in the background surrounded by blue, and found herself slowly standing up. “What happened to passengers not being any good if they’re dead?”

“You think you can’t hold your own?” He stared back, something making his lips twitch.

“Yes, I forgot to mention the fact that I am a skilled swordsman.” She rolled her eyes. “Woman.”

“I think that if you put your mind to something, you will make it happen.” The seriousness of his words contradicted the light atmosphere. There was a simmer of tension drawn across the deck, but she felt invigorated by it, not afraid. It made her take a step toward him. “It’s another means of escape. Nothing better than sleeping after a good sword fight.” Galactica’s crew laughed knowingly and Adama shrugged.

“A good bottle of ambrosia,” someone hollered and the crew shouted their agreement.

Her days of freedom were quickly coming to a close. Before long, she would be locked in a cage with a ring—a nice and large cage, but still a cage nonetheless—and she wanted to enjoy what she could for now. With that thought in mind, she closed the distance and accepted the sword.

It was heavier than she expected, but she was able to adjust and close her fingers around it, even as she was unsure of how to hold it. Adama was patient and thorough, demonstrating everything as he explained it. Most of the crew dispersed, but Billy and a few lingered behind, some watching and others focused on their own duty. Laura barely paid them any attention, all of her focus on Adama and their swords.

Fighting was mentally and physically exhausting. Her arms and legs ached from the constant movement and her head was filled with all of the information and concentration required. Sweat beaded along her neck and trailed down her forehead and back, but underneath it all, she felt good. Better than she had in years, and it left a wide smile on her face until they both collapsed on the couch in his quarters. She eyed the carafe of water across the room but didn’t feel a strong desire to get up for it, as parched as she was.

“You picked that up rather quickly,” he said, his tone a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “We might make a pirate out of you yet.”

She laughed and threw her head back, eyes scanning the worn wood of the ceiling. “I’m starting to think you’re intending to keep me on Galactica, Captain Adama.”

“No,” he murmured, “keeping you anywhere you don’t want to be would be like trying to bind Calypso.”

His words and soft voice turned her head and she realized he was staring out the windows and looked like he hadn’t even meant to speak. She bit her lip and slowly sat up, something in her shifting and starting to crack open.

“I lied to you.” The words fell from her lips, so quiet in an otherwise silent room, and at first she didn’t think he heard her. Slowly, his head tilted and his eyes met hers, slightly guarded, but still the concerned and caring blue depths she had grown to know. “Several times. I’m sorry.”

He grunted and tossed his hat onto the nearest stack of books.

“I didn’t move to Picon when my father died. I moved to Picon when Lord Adar first proposed.”

The confession hung between them and when he didn’t respond, she worried she had misjudged him, misplaced her trust, and that it would all backfire now.

“You ran?” was all he asked.

“I ran.”

“But he let you go?”

“It took him a year to find me.”

“And now he’s backed you into a corner so you have no choice.”

She hummed, the sound quickly fading into nothing. The weight returned to her chest and shoulders, and she struggled to inhale a full breath.

“But you have a choice. You can make a life for yourself anywhere.” He leaned forward, his hair obscuring his face until he brushed it back behind his ear.

She laughed bitterly and shook her head, slowly drawing her legs up so she could wrap her arms around them. “He found me on Picon and I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew where I was for longer. He is greedy for my father’s money at any cost. Why do you think there’s such a large reward?”

“Are you safe?”

The question caught her by surprise, the growing concern on his face pushing it even further. “He would never hurt me.”

“No, I’m sure he wouldn’t,” he replied with a sarcastic edge. “He doesn’t know you’re on Galactica. You could stay on board when we reach Caprica.”

“You’re forgetting that I have nothing, Captain Adama.”

“Then we’ll claim the reward and you can use that.” He leaned forward toward her, his expression imploring her to try.

“Bill…” She had never spoken his first name, but it felt necessary now. “Don’t you think I’ve considered every possible avenue over the last year?”

“I’m sorry.” Slowly, he settled back and something darkened his expression but was gone before she could interpret it. “We have a few more days.”

“A few more days,” she agreed softly.

His attention turned back to the window, but she didn’t look away. She hadn’t expected this depth from him, for him to try so hard to help her, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. The thoughts joined the already confusing ones simmering in her stomach, clouding her mind and making it difficult to think of anything else. Somehow, it dampened the fear she felt over their arrival in Caprica, an odd sort of reassurance that had no foundation.

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The morning Galactica arrived in Caprica, the heat and humidity were thick and oppressive. It was hard to breathe, further worsened by Laura’s layered, heavy dress, and every part of her needed to hide away in her room. Steeling herself, she took one last look around to make sure she had everything and then made her way up to the deck.

Captain Adama met her at the top of the stairs, a dark shadow at first as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. “We’ll be docked for a few days,” he said, just loudly enough for her to hear. “You’re always welcome on Galactica, Lady Roslin.”

She bit back a sigh and pursed her lips instead. “Thank you,” she replied, her eyes meeting his.

“Lady Roslin? The carriage is waiting,” Billy called from the plank leading to the dock.

“Thank you for the company.” He smiled, small and sincere, and it made her heart flutter.

“Thank you for the rescue. Good day, Captain Adama.” She didn’t let herself linger and crossed the deck to take Billy’s arm and follow him to Adar’s elegant carriage.

Her fiancé wasn’t waiting for her when they walked through the front doors of his mansion and she reluctantly left Billy’s side to follow the maid through the house to her room. It was all familiar, even if the memories were a year old, and left her overwhelmed when she sat on the bench at the foot of the bed and let out a long breath. It was the same place she had sat when she first made the decision to run and she hated that she couldn’t do it again; her only belongings now were the ones in the room with her and most of them owned by Adar anyway. With no desire to roam the house or do much of anything, she took the first book Captain Adama had gifted her and curled up by the window, just barely able to glimpse the sea but with no sign of Galactica.

Adar announced his presence when he returned, his footsteps and voice loud even from the lower floor. A scowl immediately appeared and she pushed it away, sliding her book to the bench beside her so she could stand. She was still warm, tired, but his continued calling drew her out of her room and to the stairs where she leaned over the railing to watch him.

“Laura? I know you’re here and hiding won’t do you any good.”

She huffed and tightly gripped the polished wood. “Hello, Richard.”

He quickly looked up and smiled, but it was nothing like the smile she had seen the past several weeks. Richard’s was calculated, small, more like he was enjoying a possession and not a loved one. “I trust you had a pleasant journey.”

“No.” She kept her eyes on him and slowly began to descend the stairs, one hand following the railing and the other holding up her skirts. “Though I’m sure you knew that by now.”

“Yes, I heard about the storm. Captain Zarek washed up on Virgon a few weeks ago. Alive, thankfully.” He crossed the entryway to meet her at the bottom of the stairs where he took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I am glad you arrived safely.”

“I’m sure you are.” Her mouth twisted into more of a grimace than a smile. “Captain Adama and his crew will be compensated for my rescue, won’t they?”

“Generously so,” he agreed. His hand closed around hers, more firmly than necessary, and he pulled her toward the double doors that opened into the central study. It was even quieter inside and once the doors shut, he spun around to face her. “I need some assurance that you’ll stay here this time. I allowed you your silly game of playing teacher, but you’re here now and you will become my wife.”

She tried to pull her hand free, but he didn’t let go. “What kind of assurance?” Her head tilted defiantly, hiding her concern behind a bold facade.

“If you try to run off again, Laura, I will ensure that your little companion, Billy, never sees the light of day again. Captain Adama will lose his crew, his ship, and he will hang for his acts of piracy.” His voice was low and sent a shiver through her body. She hoped that was her only physical reaction to him, but his smirk told her otherwise. “You think I don’t know about your fondness for the boy and the pirate? Galactica isn’t the fastest ship out there, darling. Do we have a deal?”

“You aren’t giving me much of a choice.” She gasped as he yanked her closer.

“Just because you don’t like the options, doesn’t mean it’s not a choice.”

“Then we have a deal,” she agreed softly, a heated, angry flush exploding across her chest and neck.

“Then go get changed. We have a lunch to attend.” He started to pull away.

“Richard, no, I am tired and it’s been a long few weeks. We can—“

“I wasn’t asking,” he said sharply as he turned back. “Caprica needs to know my fiancée has returned and that your little aid mission to help the poor children of Queenstown is over.” His tone was mocking and she narrowed her eyes. “There’s a new dress waiting for you. We leave in an hour.” He left and didn’t close the door behind himself.

It was a few minutes before she could gather herself enough to move and her head ached as she ascended the stairs back to her room. No part of her trusted him to uphold his word, even if she did everything he wanted. Adama could handle his own, but Billy couldn’t and she feared Adar’s reach was too great. With help dressing, her mind was able to wander, drawn toward the sea. She couldn’t let it go, didn’t want to let it go, and she knew she needed to do something. At the very least, she needed to warn Adama to leave Caprica in case Adar didn’t keep his word, but she needed help to do it.

After lunch, Adar left her alone again. It was exactly like it had been before she ran to Picon, but instead of relief at his absence, it only felt like a string pulled too tightly. It would snap eventually.

Wasting no time after he was gone, she quietly made her way to the far side of the large house and searched the hallway until she picked her best guess of the door to the room Billy was staying in. When there was no answer, but she heard shuffling from the next room, she tried that door and was relieved when he opened it.

“Lady Roslin?” he nearly squeaked, his eyes widening as he scanned the hallway and then looked at her. “I, uh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I know.” She gently pushed her way in until he moved and she could shut the door. “I can trust you, Billy, can’t I?”

“Of course, ma’am, but is everything okay?” He worriedly looked her over and she held her hand up to stop and calm him.

“I need you to listen to me, okay? I don’t believe it’s safe for Captain Adama and his crew to stay in Caprica. I need to talk to him.” She spoke low and carefully, her eyes holding his to make sure he understood.

“I can get a message to him.”

She shook her head slightly. “I need to talk to him myself. Will you help me? Please?” She needed to make sure he knew it was optional, that he had no obligation to assist just because of their positions.

“What can I do?” he asked immediately.

A small, relieved smile formed briefly. “Adar should be gone for another hour. The moment I try for a horse or carriage, he’ll know, but you…” She hesitated, worried about putting him in further danger.

“They’ll be suspicious if I ask for two horses.”

“Two?”

“I’m going with you, ma’am.”

“Billy…”

“If you’re going to do this, then I’m going with you,” he said firmly. “We can ride together.” His back straightened and he squared his shoulders, a side of him she had suspected was there but hadn’t yet seen.

“I’ll meet you outside the gates, just past the curve. We’ll have to wait until dark.” Remembering some of the astronomy Adama had taught her, she smiled. “When Sirius is visible.”

“That bright star?”

“The brightest.” Her smile faded. “Thank you, Billy. Thank you,” she told him quietly.

“After all Captain Adama did for us, I would like to make sure he’s safe too.” He offered a slight smile.

“I’ll see you soon.” She took a deep breath and after checking the hallway, hurried out and back to her room.

Waiting was one of the hardest things she had to do. Watching the sun creep down in the sky while unable to focus on anything left her mind frazzled and her nerves frayed. Even after Adar returned, he didn’t disturb her and she quietly prayed that she could get outside undetected. If someone spotted her coming back in, Adama could be well on his way to safety and she could bear the consequences alone. Slowly, the house grew quiet, but with Adar’s room on the far side, she had no way of knowing if he was still awake or not. Hoping he wasn’t, she changed into the clothes from the Adama and tightly braided her hair. When she was as ready as possible, she once again left her room and silently followed the wall toward the stairs, listening the entire time for any out of place noises.

She was halfway down the stairs before she heard Adar’s voice. Her heart pounded in her chest and she dropped to her knees, wincing at the force but doing her best to keep an eye on the large entryway. There were no footsteps and his voice was muffled, and it took her a few breaths to realize he was in his study. Her feet slowly carried her forward, still partially doubled over, and she caught more of what he was saying as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“That wasn’t the agreement, Cavil! I would help with Leonis and Picon, but you leave Caprica, Sagittaron, and Gemenon alone.” Assuming he would have privacy as much as she had, his voice was loud. He easily spoke over the other man, his voice only a quiet drone in comparison.

“Pegasus is one of the fastest ships they have. I’ll request her assistance here which will weaken their defenses.” A fourth man’s voice, another close associate of Adar’s, joined the fray.

“I know Captain Cain.” Zarek’s voice made Laura pause, her eyes focusing on the doors. “I’ll set sail at dawn for Queenstown.”

“Do we have an agreement, Cavil?”

“The Cylons thank you, Lord Adar,” the lower voice answered.

She wasn’t aware she had made a decision until she hit the top of the stairs again. There was a fleeting moment of fear, but she gave it no place to take root, her thoughts racing too quickly for her to latch onto anything for long. Billy would be waiting for her and she tried to move as fast as she could, starting with the books and flower from Adama. There was a shawl of her mother’s she was surprised Adar had even kept, and a few things that had returned from Picon with her. A wave of loneliness washed over her at the realization that her most important possessions fit inside such a small bag, but she hugged it close and retraced her steps.

The study doors were still closed but the room silent, making her move even more carefully as she crossed the lower floor. Everything was quiet, still, as she snuck through the kitchen and out the servant’s door, her shoulders starting to relax at the first breath of cool, crisp air. With no time to waste, she slung the bag over her shoulder and set off at a light jog, head constantly swiveling to try to make out the road ahead.

Billy was waiting exactly where they had planned and he grabbed her arm as soon as she was within reach. “Gods, ma’am! I was worried something happened to you!”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll explain on the way, but we need to go now.” She easily pulled free and adjusted the bag so she could climb onto the waiting horse.

He stared at her for a moment and finally shoved his foot into the stirrup to swing onto the horse behind her at her whispered insistence. His arm was hesitant as it wrapped around her waist and she hummed her approval, allowing him to hold them both steady in the saddle.

As they rode toward the dock, the wind chilling her face and hands, she did her best to share what she had overheard. He took it all in but didn’t stay much until they reached Galactica and he helped her down.

“We can’t go back, can we?” he asked.

“He doesn’t know you’re involved. You could if you wanted to,” she replied hesitantly.

“I don’t. The more I learn of Lord Adar…” He let the thought trail off and looked away. “Go talk to Captain Adama. I’ll wait here.”

She patted his arm and then quietly climbed back onto the ship she had left only hours ago, as grateful as she was worried that the deck was empty. A light flickered in the distance and she realized too late that it was only on the other side of the ship when a small ember remained behind.

“Wouldn’t recommend sneaking onto this ship, boy,” a gruff voice muttered. “Do us both a favor and turn the frak around.”

She stopped and squinted her eyes to try to make out anything about the man near her. His voice wasn’t familiar and she knew she was on the right ship, which left her questioning who he was.

“I ain’t in the mood to throw someone overboard. Turn around.” His voice grew harder and the light moved a little closer. “Can you hear me? Understand me?”

“I don’t exactly wish to be thrown overboard either. I need to speak to Captain Adama.” Emboldened by something, she matched his steps.

“Frak me, you’re not a boy.”

“No.” She huffed. “Are you going to stop me or not because I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Captain Adama doesn’t usually take lady visitors.”

“Nor does he usually take passengers. Move.” She put more power into her voice, her eyes darting to the even darker staircase leading below deck.

“Gettin’ too old for this. Go disturb ‘im.” The light moved and she realized it was a cigar as the smoke wafted toward her.

Needing no further reassurance, she crossed the deck and thudded down the stairs, easily finding her way to the captain’s quarters. She knocked on the door three times, as urgently and firmly as she could. Shadows moved around beneath it and she could hear the slow creak of his footsteps as they walked toward her before the door opened.

“Lady Roslin?” With the lights behind him, she could barely see the surprise, concern, and then full worry that crossed his face. “What’s wrong?”

“You need to leave. Galactica needs to leave,” she explained breathlessly, her lungs finally catching up from the rush through town and her chest aching. “And please, gods, don’t call me that.”

“Okay, sit down and tell me what happened.” He gently took her arm and started to pull her inside, but she pushed him away and shook her head.

“No, just listen to me. Please, Bill.” She forced herself to take a deep breath. “At first, Adar promised me that you would be safe, but I don’t trust him. I wanted to warn you to leave, but I overheard him talking to someone that I think is a Cylon. He was exchanging information on Queenstown and Leonis to keep Caprica safe and we need to warn them. Captain Zarek is leaving in the morning, but Galactica has to be faster than whatever ship he could have and we’d have a head start if we leave now.”

His eyes searched her face and she wished she had even an inkling of what he was thinking. When his silence persisted, she began to shuffle uncomfortably and worried her hands in front of herself. The returning fear that her trust may have been misplaced in him ate at her until she swore something inside her would break.

“We?” he quietly clarified.

She stared at him, not comprehending his question. “Galactica needs to go. Even if you don’t warn Picon, you’re not safe here,“ she repeated.

He opened his mouth, but his brow furrowed and he didn’t say anything for a moment. “Soonest we can leave is two hours. I’ll call in some favors for supplies, get the crew, and we’ll still beat Zarek out of here,” he said decisively.

She was relieved that he asked no other questions, but amazed at the trust he put in her. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I got you into this.”

“You’re not going back, are you?” He started to reach for her, but reconsidered and dropped his arm.

“I can’t. I don’t know what I’ll do, but I’m not staying. Not now.” Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag; the few things she had saved would do her no good in starting over.

“Then you’ll come with us.” This time, he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Queenstown will need someone reputable to believe about the attack. They know you.”

“I have nothing to offer, Bill.” She started to shake her head, but stopped when he only held her hand more firmly.

“Let’s stop the Cylons first and then we’ll talk about it.”

“Billy’s waiting on the dock. I dragged him into this too.”

“I’ll handle it. Sit down before you pass out.” He gave her another concerned look.

“I’m not fragile,” she retorted.

“No, but you raced down here in the middle of the night. Sit, please. I’ll be right back.”

When he guided her toward the couch, she didn’t resist. He made sure she was seated and comfortable before he walked out, leaving her alone with her too-loud thoughts.

It felt like forever before he returned and knelt in front of her. “It’s handled. We’ll be out of here before you know it.” His emphasis that she was included made her heart skip a beat.

“He’ll know it was me.” The realization slammed into her, but the panic she had expected didn’t follow. “Even if he would’ve let me go before, he won’t now.”

“Hard to find someone in the middle of the ocean. I promised you before that I would keep you safe and I don’t intend to break that now.” He met her eyes and she saw how sincere and open he was, more than ever before.

“Why? I don’t need you thinking I’m some frail damsel in distress.”

“Anyone who thinks that about you doesn’t know you. But I have a ship, you need a ride, and you have information I feel obligated to take to Queenstown. Working together seems like the smart thing to do, doesn’t it?” He shrugged, as if it was entirely that simple. “Especially if you saved my ship, my crew.”

“Logical,” she managed.

“I need to be on deck, but do you need anything?” He bounced up on the balls of his feet and she found herself holding onto his sleeve to stop him from leaving. “It’ll be okay, Lad—”

“Call me Laura.” She bit her lip and managed a slight smile. “Lady Roslin is as good as dead now.”

“Stay here, please. Once we lift anchor, I’ll be back.” He squeezed her hands and then stood up. “Billy’s on deck; I put him to work.”

“Good… Good…” She could feel shock trying to take over and she was just barely keeping it at bay, her head tilted so she could keep watching him as she loosened her fingers.

He studied her for another few moments before he left and she curled up on the couch, filled with the conflicting needs to hide away and do everything she could to help. It kept her immobile, head resting on a plush pillow and eyes staring absently at the dark windows. Eventually, the restlessness won out and she stood up, scrubbing her hands over her face to try to clear her head. It barely worked, but she was able to piece herself together enough to leave Adama’s quarters.

The deck was far more alive than it had been before, the lanterns casting flickering light across the ship and her crew. Most of them were familiar and gave her curious looks as they went about their work, allowing her to watch everyone from the dark stairwell. The other survivors from the Song for Amphitrite had debarked hours earlier when she did.

Aside from his unsteady feet and nicer clothes, Billy fit in almost perfectly, directing cargo that had arrived from gods knew where while Adama worked from the upper deck. Nearby stood an older man with a cigar that she assumed was the same one who had stopped her earlier, and she caught sight of Saul’s head popping up from the hold occasionally.

When Billy saw her, he rushed over and gave a slightly reassuring smile. “Coming here was the right call.”

“I think so,” she agreed quietly. “Is it all futile? I’ve never stopped Adar from doing anything in the two years I’ve known him.”

“You haven’t had me or Captain Adama either. This is different.” He gestured to the hardworking crew. “Twenty minutes and this is what he’s done for you.”

“I know…” She almost couldn’t believe it. Since her father, it had been too long since she had felt unquestioning support and she still couldn’t understand why it came from Captain Adama of all people, or why she had felt such a compelling urge to run to him for help. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Captain could use someone up there.” He pointed up the mast.

She smiled and then laughed nervously. “To do what? Stay out of the way?”

“Keep an eye on the docks. You know what to look for.”

“Thank you.” She gave into her urge and hugged him tightly, but there was no time for any other words.

Grateful she had changed before leaving Adar’s mansion, she headed for the mast and the rope and climbed up to the top to get comfortable and watch.

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The voyage back to Picon was rife with tension that entangled Galactica and each member of her crew. They all knew how daunting the task ahead of them was, how bad the odds were, but they trusted their captain. Laura did too.

When they finally reached the Queenstown harbor, the sun had yet to rise and the coast was calm and quiet with the town yet to wake. Protected by the wings of land stretching out into the sea, Galactica was the only disturbance in the harbor waters, not even the fisherman stirring yet. Only a few lanterns along the dock provided any light and it coated the area in an eeriness that made the hair on the back of Laura’s neck stand up. She didn’t want to waste any time and wait for the sun to rise, and Bill didn’t argue with her, only insisting that he accompany her to meet the Governor.

Dressed in a gown once again with her hair haphazardly coiled on her head, she took his arm as they left Galactica, the first rays of sunlight barely cresting the horizon. Allowing him to lead the way, her eyes didn’t leave the harbor. Without the large, intimidating sight of Pegasus, it felt overwhelmingly empty. It was almost haunting, foreboding, and a reminder of how far Adar’s reach extended.

“Pegasus is gone,” he pointed out softly.

“We knew it would be.”

They were the only words spoken the entire walk to the Governor’s mansion which sat high on the hill above the calm ocean. The servants were the only ones stirring in the house as they approached the door and it made her hand hesitate before she knocked. The confusion of the staff was palpable through the door and she shared a look with Bill just before it opened.

“Lady Roslin?” The maid stared at them for several long moments before she curtsied. “My apologies, ma’am, I didn’t realize you would be returning. Governor Grey isn’t awake yet.”

“It’s an unexpected trip,” she softly reassured her, “but we need to speak with him urgently.”

“Of course, ma’am. If you’ll wait in the study? I’ll have some coffee brought in shortly.” She stepped back from the door and guided them further into the house and a room on the far side. It was darker than the other parts of the house with the tall bookshelves and thick curtains blocking out what little sunlight was now visible.

The coffee calmed some of her nerves as she slowly paced back and forth in front of the window, occasionally stealing a glance at Bill who sat calmly across from her. She could tell he was inspecting the books from a distance and a slight smile appeared; Governor Grey had spent many hours distracted with her between the pages, always allowing her to forget what was beyond the shelves.

He had become one of her closest friends and it seemed like he took her departure harder than she had.

His surprise when he came through the doors was obvious, mixed with concern when he saw Bill and only slightly tempered by his exhaustion. “Lady Roslin! Is everything okay? You left for Caprica and I didn’t think you would return. And who is this?”

She set her cup down and hurried across the room to quickly hug him, appreciating the familiar presence and surroundings. He held her at arm’s length and worriedly looked her over before he raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“It’s a long story and I fear we don’t have time for it now. I need you to trust me. Trust Captain Adama.” She gestured back to him. “The Cylons are coming, Wally. Lord Adar is working with them and I don’t know why or how, but I know they’re headed this way.”

He laughed sympathetically and let her go. “The Cylons were spotted near Caprica. Lord Adar just requested Pegasus for additional support.”

“I know.” She found herself breathless and shook her head. “It’s a ruse. He pulled that ship to lower your defenses. You need to be prepared.”

“Why would Lord Adar be working with the Cylons?”

“Money? Power?” Bill suggested as he stood up. “Everything she says is true.”

“And you know this how?”

“I trust her. I don’t believe her to be the type of woman to run unless she had good reason to.” He briefly met her eyes.

“Run? Lord Adar doesn’t know you’re here?” Grey grabbed her arm a little more forcefully and she winced, her thoughts flickering back to Adar.

Wally had always been so kind, so gentle in their time together. He supported her and her school, and had made her life significantly easier than it could have been. It had almost made her wonder if he would have asked for her hand in marriage if not for Adar, but it didn’t matter now.

“Laura!”

“What was I supposed to do, Wally? He’s collaborating with the Cylons and I couldn’t let him try to destroy Queenstown. Not my home,” she protested as she yanked her arm free and fled back to Bill’s side.

His hand moved to the hilt of his sword and he took a small step forward.

“Your home is Caprica with Lord Adar, your fiancé,” he muttered, a dark look crossing his face.

“Don’t do this. You have to believe me. Have to trust me!” She wrung her hands in front of herself, ashamed to feel tears forming.

“I don’t have to do anything,” he growled.

Bill was slightly faster and had his sword out before the governor, already pushing Laura behind him. She stumbled and barely managed to catch herself on a chair, a gasp escaping her as the clang of meeting swords echoed around the room.

“Bill!” The thought of something happening to either of them made her sick, but she only trusted the captain right now. The one who had gone out of his way to help her and keep her safe while expecting little in return.

The two men pushed back and forth, almost equally matched, and Laura worriedly looked back at the door in the fear that someone would hear the commotion and come rushing in. It was obvious that Bill was the superior swordsman and she looked back in time to see him knock Grey’s sword aside and shove him to the ground. There was no time to worry about what he would do; he sheathed his sword as he ran toward her and grabbed her arm. Without a word, they pushed the door open and took off, not bothering to close the front door behind them.

A bitter morning wind bit at them as they ran down the hill, her shoes catching on the uneven ground. At some point, his hand moved from her arm and he laced their fingers together even as she struggled to keep up with him. Her dress tangled around her legs, threatening to trip her at any moment, but she pushed on with only the thought that they needed to leave. The town was quickly waking up and made their escape harder as they dodged animals, people, and carts. She seemed to get caught on everything and only vaguely recognized the sound of ripping fabric, but there was no time to even consider it.

By the time they reached the dock, she couldn’t breathe, her heart pounding too forcefully in her chest. They barely made it up the plank to Galactica before she dropped to her knees, her hand yanking free from his, and gasped frantically, tears still stinging her eyes. Bill hesitated a moment and stared at her, but then continued below deck to wake the crew. Once they were up and moving, he returned and gently helped her to her feet.

“You did what you could,” he told her gently, his larger hands wrapped around hers.

“I don’t know why he wouldn’t listen…” She took a deep breath and shook her head, her eyes wandering back toward Queenstown and the governor’s mansion. “We should do more. Try to evacuate the town.”

“Grey will find you and send you back to Adar before you can do anything.”

“So, we just shouldn’t try? Just give up and run?” She ripped her hands free and they landed on her hips defiantly. “I refuse to accept that, Bill!”

“We can’t fight the Cylons. Not their whole armada, Laura. Running saves us, allows us to stop Adar from doing anything else.” His hands moved to her shoulders and he bent his head to meet her eyes in the early sunlight. “Running is the right thing to do, trust me.”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” she whispered, her shoulders slumping under the weight of their situation and his hands. “Frak, it doesn’t feel like it.”

“Captain!” Saul shouted from across the deck. “We got incomin’!”

“Go sit down. I’ll let you know when we’re clear.” He patted her shoulder, but she grabbed his hand before he could pull back.

“No, I’m frakking tired of just sitting by. I want to do something, I want to help.” She stared up at him and saw something in his eyes she hadn’t seen in a man’s eyes since her father. It was a flicker of mutual respect, of confidence in her. Adar’s expression had always been the opposite and Bill’s caught her off guard. “Please.”

“Alright,” he agreed without hesitation. “We didn’t get a chance to resupply, so I need someone to figure out what we have left and how far we can make it. Take Cottle if you need another set of hands.”

A smile briefly crossed her lips. “Thank you,” she murmured before she took off below deck.

The hours passed with an agonizing slowness, like the sun was taking her time so the Cylons could drag out their attack on Queenstown. Laura knew that was illogical, but she couldn’t help the thought, along with the awful guilt she felt at running away. Galactica had found an inlet on the far side of the Island that would keep them hidden from the Cylons, the overgrown and wild uninhabited area of no interest to them. As desperate as she was to get back to Queenstown, they played it safe and waited until evening. Bill and Saul were confident in how quickly the Cylons would leave and they cautiously left their safe bay to return to the town, the dark smoke already billowing into the cloudless sky warning of what they would find.

As the ship entered the now devastated harbor, Laura forced herself to remain on the bow of Galactica to watch. Bill joined her, his hand comfortingly resting on her back as they stood in silence and watched the full scale of the attack come into view. The Cylons had toppled the defensive stone walls that surrounded the town and most of the ships were halfway beneath the waves; the rest were burning and would soon join them in the depths. There was no chance of escape unless they had run into the jungle which bore dangers of its own. Stone buildings were consumed as easily as wooden houses, leaving significant parts of the coastal town in rubble. On the hill, the governor’s mansion remained as tall and opulent as ever, but even it hadn’t escaped unscathed, smoke curling through the windows and fire burning around it. She tried to find her school, but the area was as ruined as the rest and she found only emptiness.

“Oh, my gods…” Her hand moved to cover her mouth and she leaned into Bill’s side, unable to look away.

The acrid smoke blew over the harbor, carrying with it the scent of burnt wood and things Laura didn’t want to think about, the sight and the smell bringing tears to her eyes.

“We could have stopped this…”

He heaved out a large breath beside her and his arm respectfully wrapped around her waist, his hand settling on her side. Her head rested against his shoulder as they stared out at the burning city, her tears slowly breaking free and trailing down her cheeks.

“What can we do?” she asked as Saul and Gaeta tried to find a safe place to dock, their conversation distracting her from Queenstown.

“Not much,” he admitted before he cleared his throat. “The other Islands will try to send aid, do what they can, but we don’t have the supplies or the manpower to do much.”

“It doesn’t take a fleet to help.”

Slowly, he pulled away and looked at her, his hand remaining on her side. “Do you want to stay?”

“It’s not safe.” She swallowed and pressed herself to meet his eyes. “And you’re right… As much as I need to help, he would send me right back to Adar.”

“Okay, so we go back to Caprica. Go after Adar.” He stared at her so intently, she swore he could see right through her and every thought that crossed her mind.

“No. Gods, no. Wally didn’t even believe me. I couldn’t make a dent in Adar’s reputation and I want to stay as far away from him as possible now.” A shudder ran down her spine and she took a small step back. “I don’t…” She laughed, the realization that slammed into her leaving her no other reaction. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

He immediately shook his head. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Leonis, Libran, Aerilon, Aquaria. All far from Caprica. Hell, Adar probably doesn’t even know Aquaria exists.”

“And do what, Bill? I have nothing!” She gestured to the burning city. “What little I did have is in ashes.”

“Tauron, then. Helo and Sharon can help you get on your feet.” He seemed to have all the answers far faster than she could process anything. “Tauron could always use another school, another library.”

“Bill…” She closed her eyes and then covered them with her hand as she turned away, a heavy stone lodged in her chest that made it hard to catch her breath.

When her family died, she thought nothing could feel worse. Not even her brief time with Adar came close. But to stand on the deck of Galactica and realize she had nothing split her down to her very soul and she wished the ocean would swell up and swallow her whole.

“Take me back,” she finally whispered, incapable of anything more. He didn’t respond and she didn’t look at him. “To Caprica. Please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She appreciated that he didn’t argue, but for once, she wished he would. She wished he would continue to push back and tell her that she was making a mistake, but it was her only option. Adar would hate her, but he wouldn’t turn her away. It would at least be a safe, comfortable life with him. She would be left alone with his library and their children—he had already picked out names—and it would be a better life than most. She really couldn’t complain.

“How long?”

“We’ll stop in Libran for supplies, but it’ll be a shorter journey than before. Straighter path,” he answered simply.

“Thank you.” The words were barely a breath and with one last glance at Queenstown, she hurried below deck.

The next few days felt too similar to the first ones she spent aboard Galactica. She stayed in her room, only occasionally opening her door for Billy and food, even more rarely for Cottle to reassure him she was still breathing. She missed the sunshine, the wind, the feeling of being on deck and watching the ship cut effortlessly through the water, but she couldn’t face the crew and she certainly couldn’t face Bill. After everything they had done—he had done—for her, they had failed and she was going back to Caprica anyway. Whatever loss of life Queenstown had suffered rested on her shoulders right along with the Cylons and Adar. It felt almost fitting that she should marry him now.

The first book she received was brought by Billy. He shrugged and smiled, remaining silent while he refused to answer her soft questions. They both knew where the book had come from, but he wanted her to say it and she wouldn’t. When she sat down to read it, she was surprised by a small folded note that fluttered out of the front cover. A smile appeared before she even picked it up and read it, but it lingered as she stroked her thumb over the dry ink.

I’ve heard it gets tedious in exile. Maybe this will help. If not, there’s room in the brig if you want a change of scenery.

-Bill

“I’d like to see you lock me in the brig,” she muttered, but she folded the note and tucked it back inside the book. Breakfast forgotten, she curled up in her small bed and began to read.

The first book disappeared not long after she set it outside her cabin and a new one appeared less than an hour later. It was by the same author as the first one and it made her hum, unsurprised to find another note hidden inside.

If you’re lacking supplies to reply, leave your glass upside down when Billy brings your food.

On second thought, that may be too complicated. If you don’t reply, I’ll assume it’s because you have neither pen nor paper.

-Captain Bill Adama

She rolled her eyes at his bold words and glanced over at the small stash of paper and ink she had, but a part of her was curious about what he would do if she didn’t reply. Unwilling to wait until she finished the book, she opted for another day of boredom in favor of seeing what would happen.

As before, the book disappeared and it was replaced far faster, this time with a handful of pieces of paper, a small inkwell, and a quill on top of the same book. She found another smile forming as she brought everything inside, her attention on the letter that inevitably fell out.

I know you didn’t read it, but I think you’ll like it. Give it a try and at least tell me your thoughts.

-Bill

His indecisiveness between his title and his name amused her and she let out a soft laugh. Realizing she didn’t want to leave him waiting while she read, she used a small piece of paper that she folded and left tucked between the planks on her door, the message short and simple.

Thank you, Bill.

The letters began to arrive in between books, probing questions about her thoughts and light jabs about her treatment by the crew and their captain. They began to grow longer and longer, always lighthearted but providing a pleasant distraction from everything Laura was running to and from.

Finding a new letter improved her mood every time and responding was even better, until she opened her door nearly two weeks after leaving Picon to find nothing. Her brow furrowed and the disappointment sent her back into her room. He had things to do, a ship to run, and she couldn’t expect him to spend all day writing letters to a passenger. He was a pirate, for frak’s sake. Before she shut her door, something halfway down the corridor caught her eye. After a quick glance around to make sure she was alone, she crept toward it and realized it was a note hidden by the lantern. Her hope rising again, she quickly opened it.

So, you are capable of leaving your room. I was beginning to worry. Take another few steps.

It wasn’t signed, but it didn’t need to be.

Her curiosity successfully piqued, she returned to her room long enough to change into her simplest dress. Her belongings were dwindling and without returning to Adar, it wouldn’t be long before she truly had nothing. She had managed to save the dress that had ripped on Picon and used the ripped portion as a cover for her head and hair against the sun. As she followed the corridor further down, she found a second note.

I’ve heard sunlight is good for you. Cottle also says fruit is for… He used language best not repeated for a lady.

She could almost hear in her head exactly what Cottle had said and she folded the letters together as she slowly made her way toward the stairs. At the base sat the third one.

You do like a mystery, don’t you? Probably never occurred to you to ignore these.

She huffed at how accurate his assessment was and nearly balled that letter up, but she added it to the rest and ascended the stairs, her hand held up to block the bright sunlight. As if he knew she would be looking down, she was easily able to spot the fourth.

Now that you’re here, join me for lunch?

Expecting him to be on deck, she was startled by heavy footsteps beside her. She turned around, hand and letter clutched to her chest, but smiled at him.

“Well?” he prompted with a barely withheld smile.

“How could I say no after you put out all this effort?”

“That’s what I hoped you would say.” He offered his arm and she shuffled the letters around so she could take it, releasing an involuntary hum at the contact. “People were starting to question my intentions hovering around your room like that.”

“And what are your intentions, Captain Adama?” She tilted her head to look at him, confused by the look she saw on his face and deep within his eyes.

“The same as before. To see you safely to your destination,” he replied as he pushed open the door to his quarters and led her inside.

His response bewildered her even further, but she tried to let it fall to the back of her mind. It was easier to forget it when she saw the modest lunch laid out for them, an assortment much like their first few meals together but in a smaller quantity with their limited supplies.

“Lunch, sunlight, books.” He gestured around them and pulled her chair out for her. “An actual conversation instead of letters.”

“So, this is purely for your benefit?” she teased as she sat down and left the letters off to the side of her plate.

“You’re the one who has been locked away in her room.” He shrugged and settled into his seat across from her. “Help yourself.”

Sitting together made it easier for them to discuss the books he had shared, their conversation animated and lengthy. Even their disagreements about meanings and themes were followed by smiles and laughter, their meal slowly consumed. It was the best Laura had felt in a while, and the best she knew she would feel for quite a while too. The thought sobered her instantly and she looked away, her eyes drawn to the bright light streaming through the open windows.

“Can I ask you something?” His soft voice drew her attention and she hummed in response but didn’t look away from the ocean view. “You made a life for yourself on Picon and that couldn’t have been easy. You also don’t seem like the type of woman to ever give up, so why are you?”

“Because I don’t have any other option,” she murmured, her brow furrowing. “I had enough from my father to get started and Adar let me go.”

“We can still go to Tauron. Helo will happily take you on at the shop to get you on your feet and Adar will never know you’re there,” he insisted, his voice still low and gentle.

“Why don’t you want me to go to Caprica?” Her eyes finally shifted to him, surprised by the earnest look in his eyes.

“Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you’ll be happy there?”

She laughed bitterly. “I don’t think my happiness is up for consideration right now. It hasn’t been since my father died.”

“Why not? You’re out of his reach and you can go anywhere, so why go back to him?”

Her eyes narrowed and she studied him, her lips parting as she truly considered his words. “You really think I could?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

He laughed gently and leaned forward, his hand stretching out to rest on hers. “Laura, I think you could do absolutely anything you wanted to. If you put your mind to it, I think you could become governor of any of the Islands.”

“Oh, gods no. I hate politics.” Her laugh surprised her and she bit down on her lip.

“You could stay here, if you wanted to,” he offered suddenly. “Become a real pirate and retire to land whenever you like.”

“I thought pirates didn’t like having women on board.” She slowly raised an eyebrow.

“You’re still here.”

She laughed again, unable to identify the feeling growing in her chest. “Why would you do this for me, Bill? You have gone more than out of your way to help me and I’ve offered you nothing but trouble in return.”

He shrugged. “You helped reunite Saul and his wife. Still not sure it’s a good thing, but they should be together.”

“That’s it?”

Instead of responding, he took her hand and tugged her up as he stood. She moved willingly and he gently pulled her closer when the table was no longer between them. Her hand lightly pressed against his chest to keep some space between them, but it did nothing to keep his face inches from hers, his breath warm against her cheeks. Even without him so close, the warmth emanating from her own body painted her cheeks pink. He paused, his eyes searching hers, and then he kissed her. It was soft, light, brief, and then he was gone, her hand dropping to her side. Her fingers brushed her lips and she took a small step toward the door, confused by the rush of emotions and breathlessness.

“I should go,” she whispered. She turned and quickly strode to the door, but his voice made her stop with her hand on the wood.

“Laura? Where do you want to go?”

She turned back and found herself smiling, small but overwhelmingly genuine. “Wherever you’d like, Bill.”

With the peninsula of Hypatia in the distance and the rest of Tauron to the west, Galactica had a view of one of the most beautiful sunrises Laura had ever seen. She couldn’t look away as she leaned against the railing, endless ocean in every other direction. Someone came up beside her and from their lighter footsteps, she assumed it was Billy and his silence told her that something was wrong.

“I’m grateful to have you with me,” she murmured as she released her tight hold on the wood and released a breath.

“Of course, ma’am.” He nervously cleared his throat and sighed. “I’m going to stay in Hypatia when we dock.”

His words tore her gaze from the sunrise and she looked at him, her brow deeply furrowed. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t look at her. “My parents are there. My sisters. It’s been a while and I want to see them again.”

“Oh, Billy.” She reached out and rested her hand on his arm, squeezing reassuringly. “Of course. Of course you should stay! See your family.”

“I shouldn’t leave you alone. Especially on a-a pirate ship,” he lowered his voice for the last words.

She laughed softly and squeezed his arm again before she let go. “I trust Captain Adama, if nothing else.” Given their last conversation—their kiss—she trusted him more than ever and it felt right at the moment to stay on his ship. “You don’t like sailing and you did your job. You saw me safely to Caprica and everything after that was… I am so grateful that you came with, but go be with your family.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” He let out a heavy breath that made her realize just how worried he had been. “I’ll keep in touch. Captain Adama seems to have a connection to Tauron, so maybe we’ll see each other again?”

“I would like that very much.” She hummed softly and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

He stayed behind after she turned away to head back to her quarters, intending to change before breakfast with Bill and their arrival in Tauron—and now her goodbyes to Billy.

Chapter Text

After a brief stop in Tauron, Laura was committed to her decision to remain on Galactica, especially with Billy no longer by her side. Something about both the ship and her captain called to her, and with no strong attachment to any of the Islands, she was content to stay and he seemed happy to put her to work. Immediately, she was ready to throw her dresses overboard, but she only packed them away and settled into the more comfortable trousers and loose blouse that made traversing the ship so much easier. Most of the crew accepted her begrudgingly, especially Saul, but none of them would openly go against their captain’s wishes, ensuring Laura’s safety. Bill began to teach her everything about his ship that he could, from steering and navigation to the sails and sword fighting. She was shocked by how much she enjoyed it all, the freedom allowing her heart to soar while she no longer feared the ocean the way she once had.

Almost constantly, she felt the same thrill being around him that she had when he kissed her. Each brushing touch of his hand against her as he demonstrated something and watching him over dinner or a quiet evening of reading easily stole her breath. It was confusing, confounding, but she was happy. She saw more and more of the deeper layers to the man that was Captain Adama. The gentleman, the scholar, even occasionally father figure and mentor. The thought of staying on Galactica as long as she could became her new goal and she was eager to carve out a place for herself within her wooden hull.

It was late, possibly even early morning. Dinner had been long enough ago that her stomach was beginning to rumble again, but she was comfortable where she was and only half awake. Her attention was on the book in Bill’s hands, her head on his shoulder as he read to her. His voice drew her into the story as easily as it lulled her to sleep, but she fought it just enough to hear what came next.

She woke abruptly to the sound of pounding on the door, nearly leaping to the opposite side of the couch. Bill casted her a worried look as he set the book aside to answer it.

“Captain, we’ve got a ship,” Gaeta explained quickly and worriedly. “Seems like it’s headed straight for us.”

“Any identification?”

He shook his head. “Might be flying the Caprican flag, sir, but we’re not sure.”

Laura’s breath caught in her chest. “It’s Adar,” she said quietly, then forced her voice stronger. “Can we outrun them?”

“Wind’s on their side.” Bill reached for his hat and dropped it on his head. “Arm the ship, prepare for battle just in case.”

Gaeta rushed out as quickly as he arrived.

“Battle?” She moved to his side and rested her hand on his arm. “Bill, you can’t risk your ship or your crew. He just wants me and then he’ll leave you alone.” Even as she said the words, she knew they weren’t true.

“Only way I’m lettin’ you go is if you tell me it’s what you really want,” he grunted.

“I want to stay here.” Her fingers curled around his arm and squeezed gently.

“Then we fight. Have some faith in the Old Lady.” He gestured to his ship before his eyes locked on hers.

This time, she moved first. Her hand slid up his arm to his shoulder and then under his hair to the back of his neck, using him for support as she leaned up and kissed him. His arms slowly encircled her waist and she leaned into him, her eyes falling shut as all of her unidentifiable emotions poured out. When they finally parted, they were both breathless and his eyes had darkened to a stormy ocean. It would have stolen her breath if she had any, and they released each other at the same time.

“You should stay below deck,” he cautioned, his voice thick.

“I’m not a passenger anymore, Bill. I want to fight,” she insisted quietly.

“Keep to the ropes, then. And for frak’s sake, if we get boarded, I want you by my side.”

“Yes, sir.”

They locked eyes for another moment and then the ship came alive around them as the crew frantically jumped into action to prepare for a fight. As they made their way on deck, she tied her hair back and immediately pushed her way through to the mast, her fingers curling around the thicker ropes to anchor herself in place. She looked out at the endless black seasky and it was easy to spot the incoming ship; it made no attempt to hide, the only other spot of light that still revealed almost nothing. She could make out the size of the ship and just barely catch some of the colors to confirm it was a Caprican flag. From what she could see, Laura was confident there was only one ship that she could be.

The Astral Queen, Captain Thomas Zarek’s ship.

The Song for Amphitrite was one of Adar’s ships, more lavish and built for comfort, while the Astral Queen was built for speed and damage. Laura didn’t know how well Galactica could fare against her, but she was determined to go down with the ship opposed to returning to Zarek or Adar. With that thought steeling her nerves, she turned her attention to the deck around her. It would be a balancing act to watch the approaching ship and her own crew, but as the rope bit into her fingers, she knew she could do it.

She felt more than heard as Galactica was prepared, her gun ports opened and cannons readied. Bill shouted orders and the crew yelled back, his eyes occasionally finding hers for brief moments as he paced back and forth. Battle seemed quieter than she had expected, but she worried it would be deafening once the cannons fired. The ship fell still, nearly silent as the Astral Queen grew closer, most of Galactica’s crew lining the railing with their weapons and the rest below deck with the cannons.

Zarek fired the first shot, a warning one that landed just shy of the ship and spooked only Laura.

She held tighter to the ropes and leaned out to catch Bill’s eyes again. “He won’t take hostages. He’ll sink the ship before anything,” she warned.

He only nodded and she pressed her back against the mast, all of her attention now on the Astral Queen. She was close enough that she could pick out which figure was Zarek, standing proudly beside the helm. If Adar was there, he was safely below deck.

When Galactica fired, she swore she could feel it to her bones. She didn’t know if it was intended to be a return warning, but it overshot the other ship and she felt herself holding her breath as she waited for them to stop dancing.

She regretted it immediately.

The next shot slammed through Galactica’s bow and hit the water on the other side, salty sea spray washing over the railing to her deck.

“Fire!” Bill yelled, and Laura lost any sense of what was going on.

The sounds of cannonfire and gunfire somehow filled the endless sea and it was everything she could do to listen for the orders to adjust the sails to keep Galactica moving around the Astral Queen and away from the worst of her attacks. Each shudder of the deck beneath Laura only made her worry grow. If the crew or ship suffered because of her, it would be thousands of times worse than just returning to Adar.

“Main topsail now!” Bill shouted and she immediately reached for the rope ladder.

With the ship moving so rapidly and the bullets flying, it took her longer to reach the mainyard before she could loosen the ropes and let the main sail drop and catch the wind. Galactica jerked almost immediately and one hand fell from the ropes, but she was able to swing back and hug the mast, her forehead pressed against the splintered wood to catch her breath.

“Top gallant!” It sounded like there was more to his orders, but she missed it and prayed they weren’t for her.

It took all of her attention to make it to the topyard and release the last sail, allowing the ship to catch as much wind as she could. The effect was noticeable almost immediately. She looked toward the Astral Queen to see her cannonballs falling short as the distance between the ships grew. While waiting for follow-up orders, she held her breath and swung out to look down at the deck, unsurprised to see it littered with weapons as the crew shifted to facilitate their retreat instead of a battle.

When nothing more happened, she slid down the ropes until her feet hit the deck, eyes immediately scanning for Bill. She didn’t see him and began looking for Saul, and it was then that the full scale of the damage came into view. Splintered wood littered the deck, scraps of fabric and dark stains warning of blood mixed in. Her breath caught in her chest—a physical, painful ache—but she finally found the first mate and rushed over to him.

“What’s going on?” she demanded breathlessly.

“Just ‘cause the Old Man’s sweet on you doesn’t mean you give the orders around here,” he grumbled without looking at her.

Her brow furrowed at his words, but she quickly pushed them away. “Can we outrun her?”

He looked over his shoulder at the Astral Queen. “We spun her against the wind. By the time she turns, we’ll have enough of a head start. Should be able to hide somewhere around Scorpia.” He waved in the direction they were now headed and she heaved out a heavy breath.

“Where’s the captain?”

His expression flickered and he cleared his throat. “He’s down below.”

A sick feeling rapidly festered in her stomach. “Is he okay?”

“Better go see for yourself.”

“Oh, my gods…” She pressed her fingers against her mouth and struggled to hold herself together until her need to check on him overwhelmed her and she rushed toward the stairs.

The commotion led her to the infirmary where she found the rest of the crew gathered. Pushing her way through, she yelled for them to get back to the top deck and didn’t linger to make sure they listened. She shoved the door open and immediately stopped at the sight, her hands limply falling to her sides. Nausea, fear, and confusion bubbled up at once and she could only swallow, struggling to process what she saw.

The captain’s body was laid out on the table, propped up against a piece of railing from the ship. His shirt was a wet, darker shade of black with bits of red splattered on his face. Cottle’s own arms were stained, his shirt more pink than white. Strands of dark hair crossed Bill’s face and the rest hung limply over the edge of the table. After a moment, Laura realized that he wasn’t leaning against the wood, it was sticking out of his side, the worst of it hidden by the remains of his shirt.

“Get outta here,” the doctor ordered immediately.

She didn’t listen and let the door close as she took a shaky step further inside. “Is he alive?” she whispered, her voice trembling as badly as everything else.

“For now.” He looked up suddenly and stared at her. “You got any of those fancy dresses left?” Her brow furrowed, but she managed to nod. “I need one. He’s gonna bleed like a motherfrakker once I pull this out and I don’t have enough to stop it.”

With a direction, something to do, she squared her shoulders and gave a firmer nod. It was the only thought she allowed herself to focus on as she rushed up the stairs and threw herself into her room, her hands nearly frantic as she opened her trunk and grabbed fistfuls of fabric. Paying no attention to what it was, she bundled it in her arms and hurried back, all but throwing them at the doctor. He huffed and looked down at the vibrantly colored dresses.

“Start tearing ‘em into pieces and, if you’re so inclined, you might really wanna consider prayer.”

She grabbed the first dress and only a passing thought occurred to her of how much she enjoyed it before she grabbed the hem and began to rip. Each strip of fabric was thrown over Bill’s leg and when a sizable pile had formed, Cottle stopped her.

“Alright, I’m gonna ease this out and you’re gonna press that against the wound right away,” he said as he gestured to the larger remains of a dress. “If we can get the bleedin’ to stop, we’ll use the strips to bind him up and hope it holds.”

“I was a schoolteacher, you know, not a nurse,” she commented as she picked up the dress and got a good hold on it.

“Congratulations, you’ve been promoted to ship’s nurse,” he muttered, his hands lightly grasping the wood. “Ready?”

“Ready,” she answered, her voice breaking.

She wasn’t sure which was louder, Bill’s scream or her heartbeat as Cottle eased the wood free. It hit the ground and she pressed her hands against his side as quickly as she could, but the angle was odd and she couldn’t get enough pressure. Without a second thought, she kept her hands where they were and used him as leverage to climb onto the table on her knees beside him, hovering over him to use her body weight.

“You keep doin’ that, I’ll make sure he’s not injured anywhere else,” Cottle said under his breath and he moved to the head of the table.

Laura’s eyes settled on Bill’s face and she was shocked to find cloudy blue eyes looking back. They were barely open and pain was etched so deeply into his expression, she wondered how he was awake.

“Hang in there,” she whispered. After the chaos of the battle, her hair was already a mess and strands began to break free to outline her face and nearly brush his chest. “You’re the one who wanted me to stay on this damn ship, so you don’t get to leave it now.”

His eyes closed and she worried he had gone unconscious again, but then they opened and a slight smile tugged at his lips.

“Athena,” he mumbled, his lips barely moving. “Wise… beautiful…” His body went limp and a sharp gasp tore its way out of her throat.

Cottle pressed his fingers against his neck and sighed. “He’s still there. Frak’s sake, this man is harder to kill than the damn Hydra.” He shook his head and looked up at her. “Keep doing that. I’m gonna check on the rest of the crew and I’ll be back.” His eyes quickly roamed over her. “You injured?”

She shook her head and carefully adjusted her position, his blood already soaking through the dress and covering her hands.

Shortly after Cottle returned, Bill’s blood loss had slowed and they were able to pad his side before wrapping him in layers of fabric. She agreed to keep an eye on him through the rest of the early morning so the doctor could rest, but he left her with a cup of coffee. With the warm mug in one hand and the other resting in her lap, she settled into a chair by Bill’s head, quietly watching him. Her hands were sticky and she knew it would take a good scrub to get them clean, but she was more concerned about the amount of blood he was covered in, especially as he remained unmoving but breathing.

Under Saul’s orders, Galactica hid in one of the smaller bays on the far side of Scorpia. With no sign of Zarek’s ship, the crew began to relax and start repairs, while Cottle moved Bill back to his quarters. There was nothing to do but wait for him to wake up and they both took shifts keeping watch over him. When she wasn’t with Bill or trying to get a few hours of sleep, she found herself by Saul’s side instead. He didn’t seem to realize it, but he picked up their captain’s explanations and walked her through repairs of the sails and retying ropes so they could at least make it back to Tauron. In the midst of repairs, she came across the captain’s hat and set it on her head, planning to return it when she took over for Cottle. No one questioned it or even gave her a second glance and when she left the captain’s quarters that night, the hat came with.

With Saul as acting captain, Laura fell into place as his right hand. It felt natural and there were no protests, the crew more relieved to finally leave their hiding spot and set sail for Tauron. Though Cottle didn’t seem worried, each day that Bill remained unconscious concerned her further.

She found herself back by his side, her dinner barely touched on his nightstand and her hand loose around his. As still and limp as it was, it was warm and she needed that reminder. Her eyes slowly roamed over him, his lower body hidden beneath the blanket and his chest exposed so they could keep an eye on the bandages. The bleeding had slowed considerably and there didn’t seem to be any sign of infection, but she still needed him to wake up. Cottle hadn’t replaced his ruined shirt and each time her eyes started to wander over the tan expanse of his skin, she would feel her face grow warm and she would look away until finally she grabbed a book to distract herself with. She read aloud quietly, her hand resting on top of his unless she was turning a page, but she only made it a few paragraphs before she set it on the edge of his bed.

“Saul said you were sweet on me,” she murmured, the thought breaking free of everything else that had happened. “I think…” She swallowed and laughed nervously. “I think I like that. I think that might be why I wanted to stay and maybe that’s why you tried so hard to stop me from going back to Caprica….”

He didn’t move, didn’t respond, and she slowly leaned over to cup his face.

“Come back, Bill… This ship needs you, this crew. I need you.” As she said the words, she realized how true they were and while she expected to feel terrified and panicked, she only felt an odd sense of peace. If he woke up, maybe things would be okay.

Another two days passed and as hard as she tried, her hope was starting to erode. It left her with a constant dull headache and the only thing that seemed to help was to focus on the ship or hide away in the top. With the wind up higher, she was able to relax a little more and try to focus on anything except her increasing anxiety. If Zarek found them again without Bill, she was terrified about what would happen.

The ship was quiet, the wind in her favor and allowing them all some much needed downtime. She was stretched out along the mainyard with her arm looped through the rope and her leg dangling over the edge, her eyes focused on the large, fluffy clouds that she could glimpse between the sails. A sudden loud cheer made her sit up and her stomach dropped at the sight of Bill slowly easing his way across the deck. Without another thought, she swung herself around and slid down the rope, her feet carrying her forward before she was even securely on the deck.

“Bill!”

She rushed toward him and threw her arms around his neck. He grabbed onto her waist and gently kept some distance between them, but his touch told her everything she needed to know. His hand firmly gripped her hip and pulled her into his uninjured side, securely holding her there as she maintained her grip on him.

“You’re awake,” she continued, her voice dropping to a weak whisper. “You’re okay.”

“Hurts like a—“ He cleared his throat and gently squeezed her. “I’m okay. Doc says it’ll leave a nice scar.”

“I don’t mind.” She smiled and pushed up to kiss him, a small smile lingering as she settled back to the deck.

Another cheer circled the deck and she flushed, turning away to hide her face in Bill’s arm.

“Saul!” he called. “Get your ass over here and gimme an update.”

It was relief like she had never known before and she was unable to take her eyes off him as they returned to his quarters so his first mate could fill him in. His eyes constantly moved to her as he listened, surprise, pride, and worry intermittently crossing his face.

When they were finally done, he slowly pushed himself more upright and winced. “It won’t be the end of them,” he decided, his voice low.

“No,” she agreed. “They’ll be out there waiting… somewhere.”

“Maintain course for Tauron. We’ll dock at dawn and only handle necessary repairs. We can head around to Libran or Virgon to finish if we need to, even Leonis.”

“Aye, sir. And can I say, it’s good to have you back.” Saul stood and clapped his shoulder with a wide grin before he left.

In the silence that followed, Laura carefully studied the man before her and fiddled with her hands in her lap. All of the thoughts she had processed and come to terms with now made her nervous and self-conscious, worried that he didn’t return any of the emotions and she would not only make a fool of herself but have to find an Island to try to hide away on.

He cleared his throat and haltingly raised his head to look at her. “When Cottle…” He gestured to his side. “You were there.” It was somewhere between a statement and a question, but she nodded regardless. “I remember seeing… a red halo. So wild, untamed, beautiful. For a moment, I could’ve sworn I was looking at a goddess but…”

“You said Athena,” she recalled softly.

“But it was you.” He stood up, faster than he should have and she saw the pain in his eyes he tried to hide, but then he took her hands and she stood too. His hand cupped her face, thumb stroking over her cheek, and she felt the stone walls she had carefully constructed over the years begin to crumble. “You are more beautiful than any goddess,” he whispered.

She let out a soft, nervous giggle. “Wars have been started over things like that.”

“Do I have to fight a war for you?”

She shook her head, but he stopped her from replying. His lips found hers and her fingers tangled in his hair, needing something to ground herself with. She melted into him and he held her close and tight, stealing every breath and chasing every thought from her head. It was the safest, most comfortable she had ever felt, and it made her return the kiss with renewed fervor. A soft moan escaped her lips and he chuckled softly as he pulled back.

“Stay?” he asked as he met her eyes. There were no longer any walls between them and she saw the true depths to his piercing, loving gaze. “Stay on Galactica with me.”

“Yes,” she replied before she kissed him again.

“Careful,” he said against her lips. “They’ll start spreading rumors…”

“Like what?”

“About the dangerous pirate that whisked away a noble woman and carried her off to sea.”

“That’s not what happened?” she teased. “I would commit myself to Amphitrite and Thalassa, to you, happily.”

“I’m glad.”

He slowly released her and she lightly ran her hands over his bandage through his shirt. “How are you feeling?”

“Think you took my breath away.”

“Mine too.” She moved her hand to rub his arm. “You should take it easy.”

“I’m worried they’ll steal my ship out from under me.” Her brow furrowed but calmed at the taunting smile he gave her as he reached for his hat on her head and lifted it free. “I believe this is mine.”

She blushed and smoothed her hand over her hair. “I was keeping it safe.”

His eyebrow arched up. “That’s my job.”

Her hands flew to her hips and she tilted her chin, wishing she was just a little taller. “I can take care of myself.”

“Of that, I have no doubt. I meant the hat and the ship,” he reassured her, but she could see his smile trying to break free. Her blush darkened and she looked away until he turned her head back toward him. “Thank you.”

“Go rest.” She kissed him one last time, lightly, and took his hat back to set it on his head. “Captain.”

“I think I prefer Bill.” His gravelly voice sent a shiver through her body and she bit her lip.

The atmosphere on the ship shifted quickly. With her captain back, the crew could relax and their repairs held, so they were confident they would arrive in Tauron in one piece. Whatever time wasn’t spent with Saul or sleeping, was spent by Bill’s side. He remained a perfect gentleman, as chivalrous as always, even when she felt the sinful urge for more. For the first time since she had lost her family, she let herself relax and fully enjoy her time. The threat of Zarek and Adar still hung over her, but she trusted Bill, trusted Galactica, to keep her safe.

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Passing ships weren’t uncommon, but they rarely paid any mind. Most of the time, they were ignored; occasionally a warning or welcoming flash of colors was displayed and they continued on. Each ship brought a brief rush of anxiety that faded as the ship did.

When a large ship appeared on the horizon, she immediately had a bad feeling. Even from a distance, it was obvious that it was bigger, more extravagant than anything else they had seen. She didn’t recognize the ship, but she didn’t have to. There weren’t too many people on the Islands to have ships like this and with one look at Bill, she saw that he knew it too. As before, they began to prepare the ship, but there was an ominous cloud that loomed over them. At full strength, Galactica would struggle to hold her own. Damaged, she was more likely to see the embrace of Thalassa’s arms.

Her distractions were gone as the ship caught up to them until it was almost all she could do to stare at it and pray. Bill tried his best, but his healing wound limited what he could do and the reassurances he could offer. She didn’t blame him, but she needed him to tell her they would find a way out of it.

He couldn’t.

When the ship grew closer, she was finally able to make out the name of her from the elegant script on her hull.

Agoraeus.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes as her arms wrapped around herself. The ship gave no indication that she wanted to fight, but Bill didn’t trust it even with the Caprican flag flying high above their sails. It felt like it took forever for the Agoraeus to finally pull alongside Galactica, grappling hooks digging into her more worn wood to pull the ships closer together. A few crew members with their swords out hurried over, but Bill didn’t give the order to attack as Adar followed them, his head held high and his posture parading every bit of status he claimed.

“Alright now, Laura,” he said condescendingly, as if he was calling a child in from playtime, “enough of this. Come with me or I’m afraid I’ll have to sink this…” His expression twisted with disgust. “This pathetic excuse for a ship and all of her crew. You wouldn’t let that happen, would you, dear?”

His tone and words made her shudder, but she could only catch glimpses of him between the arms of Bill and Saul. Both men stood protectively in front of her despite her protests and she had to stand on her toes to see anything more. The crew were armed and ready to fight, but there were too many waiting on the other ship and they likely wouldn’t even get a shot at Adar before they were overrun.

He impatiently tapped his foot and crossed his arms, one hand still resting on the hilt of his sword. “Laura, I won’t wait forever. Declaring you tragically lost at sea accomplishes the same thing to me.”

Hearing enough, she shoved Saul aside and glared at Adar. “Even if I agree to go with you, you’ll sink this ship,” she accused, her voice firm and steady.

“I give you my word.”

“Your word is worthless!”

Bill’s arm shot in front of her, holding her back, and she grabbed onto it with both hands. “A duel, then,” he told Adar. “Winner takes Lady Roslin and loser is at his mercy.”

Under any other circumstances, Laura would have bet on Bill without hesitation. But she had watched him since the battle with Zarek and the injury on his right side still limited his movement. Saul had easily beaten him in their practice and she knew Adar had too much of an upper hand. That fear combined with the anger of being treated like a prize to be won made her force Bill’s arm away. One hand reached for his sword and pulled it free of its sheath as she stepped in front of him. His protests faded to the background as she focused on the man before her.

“Fight me yourself,” she demanded, her fingers tightening around the sword.

Bill tried to grab her but she shrugged him off and moved closer while Adar only laughed.

“Fight you? Oh, darling, this isn’t a game. You should put that down before you hurt yourself.” He smirked and she could feel the rage in her stomach beginning to boil.

Every moment that had made her dislike Richard Adar surged to the surface and she lowered the sword long enough to throw her hair over her shoulder. “Coward.”

His eyes flashed and he dropped his hand to properly grip his sword. “You might as well just walk onto my ship, Laura. You have no chance of winning and you’ll only get hurt.”

“The Agoraeus?” She raised an eyebrow. “Ironic to name your ship after the form of Zeus that punishes dishonest traders.”

“It’s the new flagship for the privateers I have enlisted to clean these oceans of piracy like the lowlifes you have surrounded yourself with.” He smiled proudly. “God of the seas.”

She couldn’t help her laugh. “Zeus is the god of the gods. You’re looking for Poiseidon.”

He waved her off. “Let’s go home, Laura.”

“No!” She held the sword out, ready to fight, and narrowed her eyes. Adar took a step to the side and she knew he was looking at Bill. “Not even you would consider fighting an unarmed man, Richard. Fight me or we’re leaving.”

Her goading paid off and he ripped his sword free. “You asked for this. Thankfully, you’re beautiful enough even with scars.”

With a growled “Frak you” that caught him off guard, she lunged forward. His sword came up to block hers and then he pushed back. Every piece of advice that Bill had given her, the memory of his hands guiding hers as his low voice told her how to move filled her, and she thought of nothing else. Fighting took all of Adar’s focus and only their grunts of exertion and boots on the deck filled the air while the crews held each other in place. She was lighter, faster, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him actually use a sword, but he had the strength behind each swing to push her quickly into defense.

They worked their way around the mast and the crew kept their distance, and soon she could see Bill behind Adar, the amount of concern on his face distracting her long enough for him to get in closer. She felt his sword cut through her shirt and the searing sting as it sliced her arm and across her chest. Her feet stumbled, but she was able to move backwards out of his reach and he pushed forward, nearly hitting her other arm. She panted hard enough that her chest ached, that feeling instantly turning to fear when she felt her back hit the mast. His eyes widened and he began to grin, stalking toward her with slow, purposeful steps.

“Well?” he questioned, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

She risked looking at Bill again, the sight calming her this time, and she felt a confidence and a power she never had before around Adar. With as much strength as she could, she pushed back and made him waver this time. Mayhem broke out almost immediately. She couldn’t spare a look, but she could tell that the crew had jumped into action. Most went for the Agoraeus while the rest headed for Adar’s men and the sails. Moments later, the ship jerked, but she anticipated it and stayed on her feet while he was nearly knocked down. It finally gave her the advantage and she pushed harder, catching a glimpse of Bill fighting Adar’s third in command, Baltar. They were moving closer and she was relieved Baltar was a bad enough swordsman that Bill could handle him while injured, but the fear of losing him swept over her once more.

“Bill!” she yelled toward him, only taking glances when she could. “Do you love me?”

She could hear his chuckle even through the fighting and it made her smile. “I love you, Laura!”

“Marry me!” She didn’t care how untraditional it was. Very little of their interactions had been traditional so far and if anything happened, she wanted to at least have this.

He didn’t respond at first, but she didn’t have time to worry, the fight with Adar still keeping her occupied as her muscles began to protest the effort. “Saul! Get your ass over here and marry us!”

“You really think now’s the best frakking time?” Saul shoved someone overboard and turned back to stare at them before he had to raise his sword against the next of Adar’s men.

“No time like the present.” She smiled at Adar when their blades clashed again.

“You’re going to let a woman propose to you?” He hissed, scorn heavy in his voice. “No man in the Islands would allow that! Frakking worthless knave and a wench.”

Bill didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to as Saul shoved his way closer. “Dearly beloved, we call upon Hera, Zeus, and Poseidon to bless the marriage of these two dunces.”

“I’m sure they’ll mourn your death.” Adar’s face burned with his anger, but she was too focused on fighting and listening to heed his threats.

“Laura Roslin, do you take this man to be your husband?” he asked.

“I do!”

“You’re doing this here? Now? I object!” Adar shouted and it was clear he was starting to lose control. His swings were wilder, missing her by a long shot and making it easier for her to herd him toward the railing.

“You don’t get a frakkin’ opinion! Bill Adama, do you take that woman to be your wife?” Saul growled, finally close enough to Bill that he could pull Baltar away.

“I do!”

“As first mate of Galactica—enjoy Hades—I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Adar’s back hit the railing and he froze, sword held up between them. He said nothing and stared at her, his anger giving way to fear. “Kill me, then. My crew will throw me overboard knowing I’ve been beaten by a woman.”

Her eyes shifted to his ship, but Galactica had broken free and put some distance between the two ships. The sight made her laugh and she kept her sword pointed at him to keep him in place. “You’re right about that, but I don’t want to kill you. Not on my wedding day. No, Richard,” she emphasized his name, “we’re going to drop you in a rowboat and let Thalassa and Amphitrite decide what to do with you. But I swear to the gods, if you ever come after us again, my husband won’t be as forgiving.”

“You haven’t even kissed yet,” Saul warned her.

“Oh, for frak’s sake!” Safely dropping the sword to her side, she gestured the nearest crewman over with her head to keep an eye on him, already spinning on her heel to rush toward Bill.

With Baltar handled, he dropped his borrowed sword and Saul expertly grabbed hers so she could run into his arms, hands reaching for his head to pull him in. He kissed her so thoroughly that her entire face and chest ignited, burning pleasantly as she pressed against him. Before she could shriek her concern, he picked her up and swung her around, then gently lowered her to the deck again.

“I love you,” she whispered with a smile.

“About time.” He chuckled and took his sword from Saul to replace it in its sheath. “Get that bilge rat and his cronies in a rowboat!”

The crew rushed to comply and she leaned into her husband’s side, their arms wrapped around each other. Her head rested against his shoulder and she couldn’t stop smiling, even with the way Adar glared at her constantly. They slowly approached the rowboat once it was lowered just beneath the deck and both leaned over the edge of the ship.

“Do we have a deal?” Bill pressed forcefully.

“Or what? You’ll give me rations before you set me loose?” He laughed sarcastically. “The worst pirate I’ve ever heard of.”

Bill straightened up and waved to Gaeta. “Kill them.”

“Wait! No! Hang on!” Adar’s tone changed instantly. “Yes, yes, we have a deal! You and all your crew are free to go and the Cylons won’t bother you.”

Given his position, his words felt ironic.

“Goodbye, Richard.” Finally free of the man of her nightmares, she turned to kiss her husband again. “Thank you.”

He pulled her in once again and smiled. “You saved yourself.” He kissed her forehead. “I don’t have a ring, I’m sorry. I was, uh,” he laughed, “planning to get one in Tauron, actually.”

“You mean you don’t have a ring buried in your treasure somewhere or in the hold?” she teased.

“Of course, but you deserve something better,” he answered easily. “Come on, let’s get those cuts looked at and find something to eat.”

“I can’t believe you’re hungry after that.” She shook her head and followed after him, their fingers intertwined.

Around them, the crew began to clean up the latest mess, working to repair the railing damaged from the hooks and the blood covering the deck. The bulk of the reconstruction would still have to wait for Tauron, but now they knew they had the time and safety to do it. Laura was ready to let that happiness carry her away, the Amphitrite to Bill’s Poseidon.