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Dradis Winner: The End Of War by Crys Wimmer [Reviews - 1] 
 The End of a War by Crystal Wimmer 499 words K+ Adama/Roslin Written: 9/26/05 Spoilers - none Warnings - I haven't seen any of the second season - not even all of the first - so I'm terribly AU Summary - Dradis Challenge - What secrets do they share? William Adama sighed as he glared down at her with anger. She was beautiful, yes. She always had been. That had never been the question . . . the problem. Beauty was rarely a solution to life's problems. The problem . . . she had never been wanted to be his. There had been times he had wanted it, as much as he cringed to admit it. He had wanted to be normal, human . . . maybe even loved. But he was Military and she was Government. There was no place to meet between. There wasn't. There couldn't be. So they had settled for a tenuous truce of sorts, if it could be called that. At times it was more like a raging battle, and at other times it was a conspiracy of silence. They had once even yelled over breakfast, her bathrobe falling aside and reminding him for just a moment that there was a woman beneath the office. But her armor had been back in place within moments and their battle had raged. At the time he had welcomed it. Arguments reminded him of reality . . . of what could not be. They reminded him of what should not be. He only wanted what he knew was best, and she wanted what she thought was the same. And even when she wasn't sure, she came to him because she knew he wouldn't coddle, and he wouldn't quibble, and he wouldn't pull his punches. He didn't have to, because he knew she wouldn't. She fought him tooth and nail, and they were both better for it. She had never given him any reason to believe he was more than an adversary. It was inevitable that it would end. Two minds so strong could not grapple for all eternity. Frankly he had become tired of the wars. That was his secret though - one he could never share with her. He was sick of it. He had wanted to work with her. He had wanted it for a long time, regardless of what she thought. Yet for all his battle fatigue, he would be willing to fight again. Now he would gladly give her all the glory if she could just win the battle. But she wouldn't. The human body could only fight so much, and as hard as she had fought, she was done. The doctor had pronounced her only moments before. He was on his own now. There was nothing more to be done about it. There was no one to challenge him. There was no one to fight. Did he really want someone? And now the battle was done, both hers and theirs. The world would go on without her, and he would have to live with it. With another sigh, which released most of his anger and left only the fatigue behind, he placed the pink rose he had been holding in a crystal vase by her bed. "I'm sorry," he whispered solemnly. And he was . . . but he was the only one who would ever know. |
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