My name is Sharon Valerii. I'm a Raptor jock onboard the Battlestar Galactica
. And I shot a man I love.
I don't even know if he's alive or dead. Gods, I hope he's not dead. To make matters worse, I think I'm a Cylon -- no, no. I'm pretty sure I'm a Cylon. And I don't frakking remember doing
I had a mission. I carried it out. And after that, everything is a blur. I remember asking what happened, but there was blood everywhere, screaming, Apollo being half-dragged away in handcuffs and half trying to get to his father. Racetrack was... Gods, where was she? She was on the mission, too, and we shook hands with Commander Adama.
No. Did I shake his hand? I don't remember! Gods, why don't I remember? I remember leaving Helo, my ECO, behind on Caprica. I remember Chief telling me it was over because I'd asked too much of him. I remember playing Triad with Starbuck the other day and laughing over some bad distilled liquor that someone made.
Why can't I remember the most horrible thing I've done to anyone?( Does he even know how I feel? )
I shot him. Twice. In the chest. Gods, how could I do that to him? How can he ever forgive me? And worse... what if he doesn't live?
It doesn't matter that I don't remember what I did or even why I did it. It happened, just the same, and it was my mistake. I take responsibility for it, but Lords of Kobol, let him live. Even if you have to take my life for his, let him live.Om bhūr bhuvah svah tat savitur varēnyam bhargō dēvasya dhīmahi dhiyō yō nah pracōdayāt.Muse : Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 644
OOC Note: Translation at end is "Oh Lords, please guide our intellects, so that we may proceed in the right direction towards enlightenment", and is taken from the main title sequence of the show.