Child's Play, a BSG fanfic.

[lily_winterwood]

It's my second fic, and definetly a more childish piece. I'm still seeking a beta for the first one, but this one I'll let slide. Simply because it's one of those Before This Whole Frakking Thing Even Started types of fics.

Title: Child's Play
Author: Lily Winterwood
Rating: K
Fandom: BSG
Characters: Bill Adama, Laura Roslin, Laura's sisters (I gave names to them because their names aren't mentioned)
Pairings: Mild, faintly implied A/R
Summary:  Four year old Laura Roslin encounters seven year old Bill Adama at a playground.
Disclaimer: Ron D. Moore owns the characters. Not me; I'm just intruding on his sandbox.

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Rumble, rumble, rumble.

Seven year old Bill Adama proudly wheels his old red wagon down the sidewalk to the playground. In the wagon is a set of buckets and shovels, as well as some toy Vipers, Raptors, and even a Cylon Raider for his imaginary pilots to shoot down. The wagon itself is fondly dubbed Galactica.

Bill heads towards the sandbox and sits on its wooden edge. He takes out a little shovel and begins digging in the sand, creating a city of little mounds.

"This is Caprica City at its finest,” he intones as he does so. “Tall skyscrapers make up the horizon. The place is a busy, busy city—until today.”

~~

Pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat.

Four year old Laura Roslin laughs as her older sisters chase her to the playground. Their family is visiting their grandmother, who lives in the same coastal community as the Adamas. Though the visit seems like nothing out of the ordinary, there is a certain aura of sadness hanging in the air most of the time.

That aura is gone now as the two older girls catch up with their younger sibling near the swings.

"We’ve got you, Laura!” one of them laughs.

"No!” squeals the little red haired girl, giggling as her sisters tickle her.

~~

Vroom, vroom, vroom.

"The Cylons come out of nowhere,” Bill continues, ignoring the sounds of girlish laughter not too far away. He takes his Raider and makes it swoop down on the little mounds of sand he’s made. “They drop their bombs on Caprica City. The city is destroyed.”

~~

Kootchie, kootchie, koo.

Laura laughs, squirming with delight as her sisters tickle her. She manages to escape after a while and runs towards the sandbox. “You can’t catch me!”

"Oh yes I can!” her sister Eileen insists.

"We’re coming to get you!” Mary, her other sister, adds.

~~

Boom, boom, boom.

"Bill Adama, commander of the battlestar Galactica, orders all Vipers be launched,” Bill says dramatically, as he takes his toy Viper and makes it meet the Raider in combat. “Starbuck, a talented Viper pilot, takes the Raider down after a long and dramatic battle.”

His story is interrupted by Laura. “Whatcha doing?” she asks, her red curls bouncing in the breeze.

"I’m playing pretend,” Bill replies warily.

Laura plonks herself down next to him. “Can I play?”

"Sure. Are you going to be the bad guy or the good guy?”

"I’m the leader of the good guys, of course,” Laura declares. She stands up and strikes a pose. “I’m Laura Roslin, the queen of the good guys.”

"We don’t have a queen,” Bill answers. “We have a president.”

"Then I’m the prez-eh-dent.” Laura makes a face as she trys to pronounce the word. “That’s a big word.”

Bill shrugs and hands her his Viper. “President Laura congratulates Starbuck for her courage in battle,” he says.

"What’s con-grad-julate?” Laura asks.

"Saying someone does a good job.”

Laura giggles. “Good job, Starbuck!” she exclaims to the Viper, and then pauses. “Are you Starbuck?”

"No, I’m Commander Bill Adama.”

"Is a ka-man-der also a leader?” Laura tilts her head to the side, her bright green eyes watching him.

"Leader of a battlestar,” he responds.

"Then prez-eh-dent Laura Roslin also con-grad-julates ka-man-der Bill Adama for being so brave by fighting the bad guys.” She paused and then grinned toothily. “You saved our lives.”

~~

Swing, swing, swing.

"Grandmomma has breast cancer,” Mary says sadly as she and Eileen sit on the swings and watch Laura play with Bill.

"I know,” Eileen replies. “Momma says not to tell Laura. She’s too young; she won’t understand.”

"Maybe she will someday.”

That dubious thought hangs in the air as the two older girls watch their younger sister like a set of guardian angels.

Comments

[obsessive-a101.livejournal.com]

Hee! Cute! (^_^)" And it is certainly different.

[laurawillows.livejournal.com]

*sniffles* that was cute!

If you want to send me your story to beta, that would be cool. Just let me know.

[lily-winterwood.livejournal.com]

I'm looking for someone who's not a teenager so they can tell me if the fic's too childish. So if you think you can do it, tell me your email. Mine is lilywinterwood (AT) gmail (DOT) com.

[laurawillows.livejournal.com]

Did you get my email? It's okay if you don't want me to beta, just let me know weather or not you want me!

[lily-winterwood.livejournal.com]

I don't have your email. Send again?

[laurawillows.livejournal.com]

my email is mycahlynne@msn.com

[bytesofspencer.livejournal.com]

That was cute and light, just what I was looking for. And I LOLed when Laura stood up and stuck a pose. GREAT mental picture!!

[sleepismyfriend.livejournal.com]

All I can respond and review with is... Awww!