She woke with a startled exhale when a finger smoothed over her cheek and gently pushed her hair out of her face.
"What? What?!"
Bill crouched down next to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly.
She pushed herself upright. A squadron of marines was dispersed in the corridor.
"Jack?" she asked when she let Bill help her up.
Bill looked away. She followed his gaze to the airlock, where Lieutenant Ishay stood in mute shock, the smeared letter in her hands.
Cottle's clothes still waited in their neatly folded stack next to the sealed hatch, but through the open bay doors Laura saw the stars.
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The Airlock
FanfictionCottle was one of the few people who appeared to be unaffected by the war. His unflappable discourtesy negated the Cylon threat, dismissing it as irrelevant, and patients drew strength from it. Laura knew she did. A weeping Cottle was disturbing o...
