Space Parents (Laura Roslin/Bill Adama) have been one of my OTPs, so I decided to dedicate a fanfiction to them, Lee and Kara.
As I love Period Drama, I decided to set the story in early 19th century Britain. It was intended as a crossover with "Pride and Prejudice", but I decided that this might kind of overload the plot and I wouldn't do enough justice to the characters themselves.
However, if there is interest, I might write something along those lines soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of BSG, nor Pride and Prejudice in case I quote, I only own my OC'S and storyline


May 1803

A truth universally acknowledged

Laura Roslin

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."
However, it is also a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of a lot of money does not have to marry. At least that was Laura Roslin's opinion on that particular matter. It was also the answer she gave everybody who dared to ask why she had never married and had become what such a lot of people feared: An old maiden.
Marriage had never held any appeal to her, she needed nobody to provide for her. Her status was high enough. She had the necessary connections. The only reason she would have had for changing her last name in such a manner would have been love and she had never experienced that kind of affection. By now, she was pretty sure it was all a lie, made up by people to better bear living together for the rest of their lives.

Let them run after that fleeting feeling if they wanted, but she wouldn't. She was happy right where she was, in Roslin House, London, free to meet whoever she felt like meeting. Without a disapproving husband looking over her shoulder, controlling her every move. Quite soon, the town season would end again. That suited her, there had been some rather unfortunate events that made taking a break at the countryside seem even more appealing. Additionally Laura was painfully aware that she had duties to attend at her own estates, Caprica Manor, that she could not neglect.

Even though she was a woman of society, she had always made a point in taking care of her finances herself, she knew her expences, knew her tennants, knew her investments. Her father had told her she was too smart for her own good, though she had always found that she was just smart enough to survive. It was a cruel, unforgiving world, especially towards a single woman who would not timidly back down.

Roslin grimaced when she looked at herself in the mirror. Even though she was in amazing shape with long legs and a slim waist and her teeth were still beautifully pearly white, she was getting old. Everybody could see that. Once upon a time she had been the beauty of Hertfordshire where she had grown up and the attraction of her family's seasons in Town. Now, lines started to show around her eyes and she began to be extremely grateful for the dye that covered her few newly acquired grey hairs. Vigorously she shook her head, pushing those dark thoughts away, feeling her confidence return.

Tonight, Lord Adar would host a ball and she was invited. After all the things that had happened between them lately (or rather, not happened anymore) Laura could not back off now. She had to get through this as if nothing had happened. Oh, how she despised the claws of society! Sighing she let her maid pull her hair up in an elaborate hairstyle and added the last pieces to her outfit, jewellery, a reticule and a fan. One of her servants called for her carriage. Even though she did not understand a lot about coaches and horses, she valued their use and occasionally admired their beauty. Not now though, now all her thoughts were already occupied by the prospect of the evening, mentally calculating who might be attending and with whom she would have to make smalltalk.

Hopefully the Tighs would not be there. While Miss Roslin resented him slightly for mostly getting drunk on parties like this, she was utterly annoyed by Ellen Tigh. That woman was just unbearable! She spent most of her time in London and that mostly without her husband, flirting with whoever came in her way, totally ignoring age and status. While Laura didn't perceive status as something that had to affect conversation, she felt it utterly inappropriate to throw herself at a man who could very well be her son.

Then there were Admiral Cain and his very young and very unpleasant wife. Helena was even more ambitious than her husband, rumour had it that she had used her own very influential political ties to guarantee him the post as the new Admiral. There was nothing wrong with having guts in a world that was dominieered by men, Roslin was the last one to object to that, but from what she had heard, Mrs Cain was not just tough but borderline heartless. Also she took every opportunity to jab against the older woman, seemingly jealous of Laura's own connections in politics.

A few more names floated through her mind while she was trying to slow down her quick heartbeat. Just a bit of calm before the storm was what she needed now. Outside the window of the carriage, houses rolled by until they stopped in front of a huge stately house in the very best area of London. All the windows were shining with lights and music floated towards her when she carefully stepped out of her carriage. Laura took a deep breath. Whatever the evening would throw into her way, she would conquer it. She always did.


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