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Fic: Joint Projects, Kara, Laura, PG, no warnings
While I've wanted to write the sequel to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fragrantwoods' Beware of Betting With Kara ever since I read her piece, I haven't gotten more than a few words toward it.
On the other hand, the idea of Kara writing to Laura afterward to thank her tickled my muse's fancy, and I wanted to see if Kara could write a letter full of allusions and innuendo without actually saying anything risque.
This is the result.
“Madame Secretary?”
“Billy,” she sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you you can call me Laura behind closed doors?”
He gave her his typical slightly uncomfortable smile. “Laura. Do you remember working with someone in Fleet on a project a few weeks ago?”
Laura scanned her memory for anything to do with the Colonial Fleet and found nothing. She shook her head. “Why?”
“You got a letter from a Lieutenant Thrace, thanking you for your input on a joint project. Do you think she mistook someone else for you?”
She held her hand out for the letter and scanned it. She barely contained the smile threatening to spread over her face.
Secretary Roslin,
I wanted to let you know your input into the joint project we discussed several weeks ago has been invaluable. It’s moved the project forward in ways I hadn’t expected. Thank you so much for agreeing to help with it.
With deep gratitude,
Kara Thrace, Lieutenant
Colonial Fleet Academy
Caprica
“Ah. I do remember this. I hadn’t realized the project was connected to Fleet. I’ll draft a response.”
Billy nodded and retreated back to his office.
She considered how best to answer, and whether or not she wanted to encourage the couple. She didn’t necessarily want to frak the boy again, though she remembered that night fondly, but she had quite enjoyed the bit of conversation she’d had with Kara Thrace. She’d been simple and straightforward, no pretenses or kowtowing to Laura because of the obvious differences in their backgrounds. Maybe she would benefit from expanding her social circles a bit, remembering she was just Laura Roslin sometimes.
Lieutenant Thrace,
I’m thrilled my small contribution to your project has been received so well. Perhaps you’d care to have lunch sometime, to discuss whether we might enjoy working together another time?
Laura Roslin
Secretary of Education
Colonial Department of Education
Caprica City, Caprica
fragrantwoods' Beware of Betting With Kara ever since I read her piece, I haven't gotten more than a few words toward it.On the other hand, the idea of Kara writing to Laura afterward to thank her tickled my muse's fancy, and I wanted to see if Kara could write a letter full of allusions and innuendo without actually saying anything risque.
This is the result.
“Madame Secretary?”
“Billy,” she sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you you can call me Laura behind closed doors?”
He gave her his typical slightly uncomfortable smile. “Laura. Do you remember working with someone in Fleet on a project a few weeks ago?”
Laura scanned her memory for anything to do with the Colonial Fleet and found nothing. She shook her head. “Why?”
“You got a letter from a Lieutenant Thrace, thanking you for your input on a joint project. Do you think she mistook someone else for you?”
She held her hand out for the letter and scanned it. She barely contained the smile threatening to spread over her face.
Secretary Roslin,
I wanted to let you know your input into the joint project we discussed several weeks ago has been invaluable. It’s moved the project forward in ways I hadn’t expected. Thank you so much for agreeing to help with it.
With deep gratitude,
Kara Thrace, Lieutenant
Colonial Fleet Academy
Caprica
“Ah. I do remember this. I hadn’t realized the project was connected to Fleet. I’ll draft a response.”
Billy nodded and retreated back to his office.
She considered how best to answer, and whether or not she wanted to encourage the couple. She didn’t necessarily want to frak the boy again, though she remembered that night fondly, but she had quite enjoyed the bit of conversation she’d had with Kara Thrace. She’d been simple and straightforward, no pretenses or kowtowing to Laura because of the obvious differences in their backgrounds. Maybe she would benefit from expanding her social circles a bit, remembering she was just Laura Roslin sometimes.
Lieutenant Thrace,
I’m thrilled my small contribution to your project has been received so well. Perhaps you’d care to have lunch sometime, to discuss whether we might enjoy working together another time?
Laura Roslin
Secretary of Education
Colonial Department of Education
Caprica City, Caprica