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Title: What You Leave Behind
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Word Count: 667
Rating: G
Pairing: Laura/Lee with mention of Roslin/Adama
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, it's all the property of Ron Moore and company :)
Spoilers: Spoilers for Season 3
Summary: They've found Earth...They've found a home...but what has Laura given up to make it this far?
Wrapping the blanket from her couch more securely around her shoulders, Laura Roslin leaned against the open doorway and stared out at the stars in the distance. Foreign stars...ones she had never seen before they had found Earth. Every night she took a few minutes to study them and commit them to memory...a reminder of what they had sought for all their life...and had finally found. Allowing a small smile to grace her lips, she pulled at the corners of the blanket before settling into a comfortable stance on her apartment balcony.
It seemed ages ago since the Cylon attack on the Twelve Colonies...years since she had assumed the presidency...and even longer still when she had discovered she had cancer. The truth was that it hadn't been that long but the trauma of what she had endured made it seem longer. So many friends lost along the way...so many more betrayed in the interest of the greater good...so many personal sacrifices to make sure humanity survived. She herself gave up much to make this possible and now that she found herself alone on this moonless night, the former president wondered if it had all been worth it.
He was so young when she first met him. As inexperienced as she but with the potential for greatness. Even she could see the seeds of what he would become. No one else seemed to realize that the younger Adama had a different destiny than his father. That in fact, he would be able to do so much more than his father because he could walk in two worlds and emerge unscathed. Lee Adama had a gift for diplomacy, he could see both sides of an issue with crystal clarity and find a happy medium without a second thought. He had the mind of a military officer but the heart of a politician. He just needed someone to believe in him.
Then there was the matter of his father. Laura could not deny the attraction she felt for the older Adama. He was a powerful, honorable man who possessed a quiet strength she admired and a fierce loyalty to his friends that she envied. Their connection had been immediate, the result of long sleepless nights of troubling decisions and the stress of their situation forcing them to work quite closely together. He had opened up to her and she had to him. They both shared the burden of leading the last remnants of the Twelve Colonies while facing their own mortality. It was nice to confide in someone like that...but he was not the one she'd given her heart to.
No that place belonged to someone else...someone much younger than she but who possessed a maturity beyond his years...someone who had let her glimpse his idealistic, tender heart...someone she had never planned to fall in love with...but she had. The connection she felt with Lee could not be put into words...it was both natural and instinctive. Neither had met before but it only took one meeting for them to fall into a natural rhythm that takes even married couples years to find. She would say they were soul mates but the term seemed to define a romantic link alone. As far as she was concerned, it was so much more than that.
Recent events had forced them apart...his marriage to Dualla...her affairs on New Caprica...the trial of Gaius Baltar. His attacks on her credibility when she took the stand had pained her deeply but deep down she actually admired how far the young, unsure Raptor pilot had come. He was standing on his own two feet now and the man he was now was so much more than the man he was then. And this time...the whole world was able to see what she had known all along: Lee Adama was meant to be a leader. Not just one who could command soldiers but one who could command nations. He had finally come into his own.