FIC: Transition (BSG, Laura/Tory, PG)
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tellitslantTransition
by Kathryne, tellitslant@ livejournal.com
Fandom: BSG
Pairing: Laura/Tory
Spoilers: through The Captain's Hand, 2x17
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Ron Moore's, not mine.
Notes: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kennedyismyhero for the Roslin round at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
getyourtoaster.
I always thought she was a bit of a political idiot.
Back on Caprica, that is. Not since she became President. No, I mean back when she was in her second term as Secretary of Education. She was one of Adar's; she'd been Minister of Education and Learning when he was Mayor and she'd campaigned with him since then. She was quiet. She was competent. And she consistently had the highest approval rating of anyone in the cabinet, Adar included.
At one point, rumour had her frakking every member of the cabinet, some at the same time. It was the same damn story that came around once every administration or two, but that usually didn't stop it from creating a scandal. Not her. No one believed it. As one of my friends put it, it wasn't that she couldn't have slept with any cabinet member she wanted - she could just do so much better.
We pollsters used to talk about how much she could get done if she ever tried. All politicians could charm the public, but she – she could motivate them.
I joked once that she should start her own religion, her followers were so devoted. Heh. What can I say, I used to get paid to predict what politicians would do.
I'd seen her at speeches and rallies, but the first time I ever met her was seven months after the end of the world. She was sitting on a couch with her hair up and her shoes off, and she still had the most commanding presence I'd ever encountered.
"Tory Foster," she said, glancing at me over her glasses, and I shivered. She dropped my file and gave me her full attention. "So why have you applied for the job?" she asked directly.
I wet my lips. "I'm tired of not being useful," I answered honestly. And I was. Back on Caprica, I had been good at my job, and I had enjoyed it. Here, now, with the fleet already buzzing about the upcoming election – I wasn't going to stay on the sidelines any longer.
She looked at me a moment longer. "I see. Thank you for coming in." She returned her attention to her papers, and I turned to find my own way out.
That wasn't the end of it, thank the gods; I knew that she was investigating me, looking into my background, making sure I wasn't a Cylon. And I thought she was having me followed for a few days. Not that I was difficult to keep track of, stuck aboard the Hestia without anything to do except wander the corridors and watch the stars.
Time passes so slowly now, but it was only four days before I was called back for a second interview.
This one was more formal: Commander Adama was there, stiff in his military uniform, a subtle warning standing next to her desk.
She somehow managed to make the same pinstripes she'd been wearing for seven months look new and fresh and crisp, and as she settled into her chair, I fiddled nervously with the hem of my blouse.
When she looked up again, her eyes were warm, and something in the pit of my stomach relaxed.
"Tory," she said, and this time she wasn't reading from a file, she was looking at me, and she was every bit as charming and mesmerizing as I'd ever heard back on Caprica. Working for her would be a dream; she couldn't help but win. She was far too powerful. But she would need me.
"I am very interested in having you as my aide," she said, straight to the point, none of this your resume was quite impressive or I appreciate your qualifications that employers usually offered. I liked her. A lot.
Her eyes shifted away as Adama spoke up for the first time. "We need to be very clear, before we agree on anything, about what this job is," he said darkly. "It is not easy. It is possibly not safe. There are Cylon models in the fleet that we don't know about, and worse than that, there are Cylon sympathizers." His lips twisted in disgust. "There are dangers, and everyone in the fleet will know who you are and what you look like. Do you understand?"
I wasn't stupid. I knew why she needed a new aide. I didn't know how Billy had died, but no one in the fleet ever died peacefully, so what did it matter?
It didn't matter. It was rather sweet that she wanted to warn me, but I didn't plan on needing protection.
"Of course, sir," I said neutrally. "Nothing's risk-free any more, is it? I just have to know which risks to take. And this is one of them." Adama didn't look pleased, but he nodded grudgingly.
She smiled at me. "In that case, I am pleased to offer you the position as my assistant."
"Thank you," I said, elated. "I accept."
She came around the desk to shake my hand; then she stood and looked at me for a long moment.
"I think we'll work well together," she said decisively, my hand still warm in hers. "Well, we might as well get started."
I looked at her curiously.
"Press conference," she said, gesturing to the doorway. "I have to tell everyone that the position is filled. And I thought we'd start you off on the most taxing part of the job." A devilish smirk curved her lips. "It gets more fun," she stage-whispered. I wasn't sure if she was joking.
I didn't care. I had the job. I could do everything for her.
I would do anything for her.
As she ushered me out of the room ahead of her, her fingers lingered on the small of my back.
by Kathryne, tellitslant@ livejournal.com
Fandom: BSG
Pairing: Laura/Tory
Spoilers: through The Captain's Hand, 2x17
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Ron Moore's, not mine.
Notes: written for
kennedyismyhero for the Roslin round at getyourtoaster.I always thought she was a bit of a political idiot.
Back on Caprica, that is. Not since she became President. No, I mean back when she was in her second term as Secretary of Education. She was one of Adar's; she'd been Minister of Education and Learning when he was Mayor and she'd campaigned with him since then. She was quiet. She was competent. And she consistently had the highest approval rating of anyone in the cabinet, Adar included.
At one point, rumour had her frakking every member of the cabinet, some at the same time. It was the same damn story that came around once every administration or two, but that usually didn't stop it from creating a scandal. Not her. No one believed it. As one of my friends put it, it wasn't that she couldn't have slept with any cabinet member she wanted - she could just do so much better.
We pollsters used to talk about how much she could get done if she ever tried. All politicians could charm the public, but she – she could motivate them.
I joked once that she should start her own religion, her followers were so devoted. Heh. What can I say, I used to get paid to predict what politicians would do.
I'd seen her at speeches and rallies, but the first time I ever met her was seven months after the end of the world. She was sitting on a couch with her hair up and her shoes off, and she still had the most commanding presence I'd ever encountered.
"Tory Foster," she said, glancing at me over her glasses, and I shivered. She dropped my file and gave me her full attention. "So why have you applied for the job?" she asked directly.
I wet my lips. "I'm tired of not being useful," I answered honestly. And I was. Back on Caprica, I had been good at my job, and I had enjoyed it. Here, now, with the fleet already buzzing about the upcoming election – I wasn't going to stay on the sidelines any longer.
She looked at me a moment longer. "I see. Thank you for coming in." She returned her attention to her papers, and I turned to find my own way out.
That wasn't the end of it, thank the gods; I knew that she was investigating me, looking into my background, making sure I wasn't a Cylon. And I thought she was having me followed for a few days. Not that I was difficult to keep track of, stuck aboard the Hestia without anything to do except wander the corridors and watch the stars.
Time passes so slowly now, but it was only four days before I was called back for a second interview.
This one was more formal: Commander Adama was there, stiff in his military uniform, a subtle warning standing next to her desk.
She somehow managed to make the same pinstripes she'd been wearing for seven months look new and fresh and crisp, and as she settled into her chair, I fiddled nervously with the hem of my blouse.
When she looked up again, her eyes were warm, and something in the pit of my stomach relaxed.
"Tory," she said, and this time she wasn't reading from a file, she was looking at me, and she was every bit as charming and mesmerizing as I'd ever heard back on Caprica. Working for her would be a dream; she couldn't help but win. She was far too powerful. But she would need me.
"I am very interested in having you as my aide," she said, straight to the point, none of this your resume was quite impressive or I appreciate your qualifications that employers usually offered. I liked her. A lot.
Her eyes shifted away as Adama spoke up for the first time. "We need to be very clear, before we agree on anything, about what this job is," he said darkly. "It is not easy. It is possibly not safe. There are Cylon models in the fleet that we don't know about, and worse than that, there are Cylon sympathizers." His lips twisted in disgust. "There are dangers, and everyone in the fleet will know who you are and what you look like. Do you understand?"
I wasn't stupid. I knew why she needed a new aide. I didn't know how Billy had died, but no one in the fleet ever died peacefully, so what did it matter?
It didn't matter. It was rather sweet that she wanted to warn me, but I didn't plan on needing protection.
"Of course, sir," I said neutrally. "Nothing's risk-free any more, is it? I just have to know which risks to take. And this is one of them." Adama didn't look pleased, but he nodded grudgingly.
She smiled at me. "In that case, I am pleased to offer you the position as my assistant."
"Thank you," I said, elated. "I accept."
She came around the desk to shake my hand; then she stood and looked at me for a long moment.
"I think we'll work well together," she said decisively, my hand still warm in hers. "Well, we might as well get started."
I looked at her curiously.
"Press conference," she said, gesturing to the doorway. "I have to tell everyone that the position is filled. And I thought we'd start you off on the most taxing part of the job." A devilish smirk curved her lips. "It gets more fun," she stage-whispered. I wasn't sure if she was joking.
I didn't care. I had the job. I could do everything for her.
I would do anything for her.
As she ushered me out of the room ahead of her, her fingers lingered on the small of my back.
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