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carpenyxTitle: Companions
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Rating: G
Word Count: ~330
Characters: Sharon Agathon and Bill Adama
Beta:nebakanezer
Spoilers: Takes place during "The Missing Year"; season 3 spoilers.
Summary: He had done a lot for her the last couple of months and even more so after her marriage to Helo.
A/N: Written for the "Objectify Sharon Ficathon" over at Kindreds
Companions
Sharon stood in the center of the entryway of the cell and stared, her mouth parted. “I don’t understand, Admiral,” she finally said.
Adama cracked a small smile and placed his hand against her shoulder. “I thought it long overdue for a little redecorating.”
He had done a lot for her the last couple of months and even more so after her marriage to Helo. It was hard to think of a prison cell as a suitable home but it was homier than crashing in the pilots’ quarters. Sharon couldn’t believe her eyes or maybe she could but she didn’t understand why he continued to shower her with such kindness. “I don’t know what to say, sir.”
“A ‘thank you’ would suffice.” Bill removed his hand and walked over to the nightstand that displayed the object Sharon was referring to, he picked up the old wooden frame.
The frame had etchings carved into it and contained a wedding photo of the newlyweds – Sharon and Karl Agathon.
Sharon, floored by the gesture, was more interested in what held the picture. It was a beautiful stunning antique piece and one she found oddly familiar. “Admiral?”
“Yes?” Bill touched the frame, as if he was being taken back through the past to a better time.
“Where did you get it…?” Sharon walked over to him.
A thoughtful smile crossed his face. “It is a family heirloom. It was carved by my great-grandfather and passed down through the generations.”
“But…” Sharon watched him, curiously.
“Why you?” he finished her thought.
“Yes,” she said.
“You have been… a treasured companion to me these last few months.” The Admiral handed her the frame.
Sharon’s face flushed a little as she looked at him, thoughtfully. She traced her fingertip against the impressions in the wood.
“It is an offering of friendship… and trust.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s about time you said so,” he said with a chuckle.
Sharon laughed softly. “And the photo… it means a great deal to me.”
“You are welcome, Sharon.”
THE END
Author:
carpenyxRating: G
Word Count: ~330
Characters: Sharon Agathon and Bill Adama
Beta:
nebakanezer Spoilers: Takes place during "The Missing Year"; season 3 spoilers.
Summary: He had done a lot for her the last couple of months and even more so after her marriage to Helo.
A/N: Written for the "Objectify Sharon Ficathon" over at Kindreds
Sharon stood in the center of the entryway of the cell and stared, her mouth parted. “I don’t understand, Admiral,” she finally said.
Adama cracked a small smile and placed his hand against her shoulder. “I thought it long overdue for a little redecorating.”
He had done a lot for her the last couple of months and even more so after her marriage to Helo. It was hard to think of a prison cell as a suitable home but it was homier than crashing in the pilots’ quarters. Sharon couldn’t believe her eyes or maybe she could but she didn’t understand why he continued to shower her with such kindness. “I don’t know what to say, sir.”
“A ‘thank you’ would suffice.” Bill removed his hand and walked over to the nightstand that displayed the object Sharon was referring to, he picked up the old wooden frame.
The frame had etchings carved into it and contained a wedding photo of the newlyweds – Sharon and Karl Agathon.
Sharon, floored by the gesture, was more interested in what held the picture. It was a beautiful stunning antique piece and one she found oddly familiar. “Admiral?”
“Yes?” Bill touched the frame, as if he was being taken back through the past to a better time.
“Where did you get it…?” Sharon walked over to him.
A thoughtful smile crossed his face. “It is a family heirloom. It was carved by my great-grandfather and passed down through the generations.”
“But…” Sharon watched him, curiously.
“Why you?” he finished her thought.
“Yes,” she said.
“You have been… a treasured companion to me these last few months.” The Admiral handed her the frame.
Sharon’s face flushed a little as she looked at him, thoughtfully. She traced her fingertip against the impressions in the wood.
“It is an offering of friendship… and trust.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s about time you said so,” he said with a chuckle.
Sharon laughed softly. “And the photo… it means a great deal to me.”
“You are welcome, Sharon.”
THE END
