#surena13

'Tis about The Fine Line (the original story idea I've shared with you guys) and you'll want to see this, trust me.

“Put it out the airlock.” Roslin’s voice was soft, but incredibly cold. There was no mistaking the maliciousness of her command. River rolled her eyes and sighed. ‘It’? Now she was an it? President Roslin had been much more receptive of her last night when she had offered the woman a drink on Cloud Nine. And now what? Roslin thought she was a Cylon? Ridiculous. But the two men who grabbed her arms and dragged her away from the President didn’t seem to think so. “Easy boys, I’d like to wear this dress again. It would be a shame if you ruined it,” she said with a smirk. The men, boys really, didn’t pay attention to her. They just pulled her along before unceremoniously tossing her into a rather spacious airlock. River stumbled and scuffed her shoes on the deck. She frowned. If only those people knew the value of those shoes. Not that she would have the chance to explain it to these people. The Doctor had been right when he had warned her to stay away from the Colonial Fleet, but when had she ever been able to resist something he didn’t want her to do? An isolated group of humans being chased by murderous robots was a temptation she simply couldn’t pass up. Of course, tinkering with some of their machines and investigating the rather strange Doctor Baltar’s research hadn’t exactly gone well for her. As the hatch closed, River straightened her dress and looked at Laura Roslin through the thick glass that separated the two of them. She was an intriguing woman with absolutely no clue as to what the future held for her. She was tempted to tell her, to warn her, but, even if there was the impossible chance that Roslin did believe her, it wouldn’t be prudent. Roslin’s story was fixed. She wouldn’t, couldn’t change it. “Be careful, Laura,” she said slowly, not entirely sure if the woman could hear her. “Not all problems can be tossed out an airlock like this.” That was enough. It wouldn’t change anything, it was just a warning. Roslin narrowed her eyes, but River ignored her, instead looking at her watch and reading her coordinates out loud, knowing that somehow her Doctor would hear them and would find her. Roslin’s gaze was steely, almost deadly when she raised her hand to signal opening the airlock and effectively blowing River out into space. River simply looked back at her. It would take more than a President with an airlock to truly intimidate her. River smiled and blew the President a kiss as Roslin dropped her hand. Behind River the airlock opened and she could feel the suction of space and the comforting oxygen from the waiting air corridor. The smile never left as she drifted off, knowing it would truly unsettle Roslin, even if River meant as a form of forgiveness, knowing that the Doctor was there for her.

I mean, he doesn't necessarily have to speak and it's just for the face XD

what do you think: Rupert Grint as his FC? Eddie Redmayne? IDK REDHAIRED ACTORS

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