(TM) 203. Intrigue
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Intrigue
"So ... did our resident genius finally finish your test?"
Bill Adama glanced up from the report he was signing and flicked a quick smile at his XO, seated across his desk. "He did. Green across the board."
Saul Tigh snorted. "Like there was ever a chance it was gonna be otherwise."
Adama chuckled, "Thanks for the vote of confidence." He handed the report back to Tigh, after which his friend settled back into his chair instead of rising to leave. "Something on your mind, Saul?"
"Well ..." Saul shifted awkwardly in his chair. "I don't know if I -- I just -- Aw, hell, Bill, I wanted to apologize for last night."
Last night. Bill recalled the very memorable scene in Dr. Baltar's lab, rapid-fire confrontations between himself, Baltar, President Roslin and Saul, with a boggled Lee trying to calm people down and Ellen Tigh doing her damnedest to keep the pot roiling. One of the woman's main talents, really.
Saul was apparently agreeing with him. "Frak, I know how Ellen gets. I didn't actually believe what she was saying about you; you'd never lay a finger on her no matter what. But ... y'know, I'd had a little too much, and I got hit with some old, bad memories ..."
Outwardly, Bill radiated calm reassurance. Inwardly he felt like kicking something. He'd just started to hope that he might never again have to hear some variation of It was the booze talking from his best friend and second-in-command, but less than one day after reuniting with his wife they were back where they'd started.
But railing about it wouldn't help. "Don't worry about it, Saul. It's forgotten." He snorted himself, with more than a little self-deprecation. "Besides, all the sneaking around, the off-log calls ... I can't blame you for getting suspicious. Intrigue," he sighed, stretching in his chair, "has never been one of my strong points."
"Just as well. Who needs all that clandestine crap anyway?" Saul slouched himself, relaxing now that the apology was over. "Bad enough that I lost perspective, but then our schoolteacher-turned-President had to mix in." He scowled. "What the hell got into her anyway, suspecting you of being a Cylon?"
Bill frowned himself, though more thoughtfully. "I don't know. I can understand her pushing to have me tested, but to spy on me ..." The frown deepened to a more definite scowl. "Definitely something going on there ..."
Some time later, the sound of a clearing throat dragged Bill away from the memory of Laura Roslin coolly meeting his eyes as he scowled at her over Baltar's blood samples. He looked up to find Saul shaking his head, his face a study in surmise. Bill's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Nothing. I'd better get back to CIC." He stood and started for the door, only to pause for one final shot. "Watch yourself with that one, Bill. She's smart, she's a politician, and I'd hate to try to bluff her in Triad." He chuckled, "And as you say, intrigue isn't one of your strong points."
Muse: Admiral William Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 509
"So ... did our resident genius finally finish your test?"
Bill Adama glanced up from the report he was signing and flicked a quick smile at his XO, seated across his desk. "He did. Green across the board."
Saul Tigh snorted. "Like there was ever a chance it was gonna be otherwise."
Adama chuckled, "Thanks for the vote of confidence." He handed the report back to Tigh, after which his friend settled back into his chair instead of rising to leave. "Something on your mind, Saul?"
"Well ..." Saul shifted awkwardly in his chair. "I don't know if I -- I just -- Aw, hell, Bill, I wanted to apologize for last night."
Last night. Bill recalled the very memorable scene in Dr. Baltar's lab, rapid-fire confrontations between himself, Baltar, President Roslin and Saul, with a boggled Lee trying to calm people down and Ellen Tigh doing her damnedest to keep the pot roiling. One of the woman's main talents, really.
Saul was apparently agreeing with him. "Frak, I know how Ellen gets. I didn't actually believe what she was saying about you; you'd never lay a finger on her no matter what. But ... y'know, I'd had a little too much, and I got hit with some old, bad memories ..."
Outwardly, Bill radiated calm reassurance. Inwardly he felt like kicking something. He'd just started to hope that he might never again have to hear some variation of It was the booze talking from his best friend and second-in-command, but less than one day after reuniting with his wife they were back where they'd started.
But railing about it wouldn't help. "Don't worry about it, Saul. It's forgotten." He snorted himself, with more than a little self-deprecation. "Besides, all the sneaking around, the off-log calls ... I can't blame you for getting suspicious. Intrigue," he sighed, stretching in his chair, "has never been one of my strong points."
"Just as well. Who needs all that clandestine crap anyway?" Saul slouched himself, relaxing now that the apology was over. "Bad enough that I lost perspective, but then our schoolteacher-turned-President had to mix in." He scowled. "What the hell got into her anyway, suspecting you of being a Cylon?"
Bill frowned himself, though more thoughtfully. "I don't know. I can understand her pushing to have me tested, but to spy on me ..." The frown deepened to a more definite scowl. "Definitely something going on there ..."
Some time later, the sound of a clearing throat dragged Bill away from the memory of Laura Roslin coolly meeting his eyes as he scowled at her over Baltar's blood samples. He looked up to find Saul shaking his head, his face a study in surmise. Bill's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Nothing. I'd better get back to CIC." He stood and started for the door, only to pause for one final shot. "Watch yourself with that one, Bill. She's smart, she's a politician, and I'd hate to try to bluff her in Triad." He chuckled, "And as you say, intrigue isn't one of your strong points."
Muse: Admiral William Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 509
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Date: 2007-11-10 10:09 am (UTC)With our S3 knowledge that conversation holds a new tension.
He looked up to find Saul shaking his head, his face a study in surmise. Bill's eyes narrowed. "What?"
*chuckle*
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Date: 2007-11-10 07:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 04:21 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing!!! xoxoxo
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Date: 2007-11-17 01:45 pm (UTC)Well, couldn't take any risk, you'd do the same, Commander. All is fair in love and war, you know...