number_eight: (Athena - Damaged)
Write two letters: One to someone you hurt and the other to someone who hurt you.

Major Doctor Cottle,

I hope that this letter finds you in the best of spirits, or at the very least, the spirits that everyone onboard Galactica have come to expect of you.


An apology of sorts )

Sharon re-reads the letter before sending it, then sits back down to write. Page after page of papers fall to the floor with names of people who hurt her along the way.

Hurt too many times, too deeply… )

In the end, Sharon takes out one clean sheet of paper and writes the only thing she can think of after looking at the unsent letters.

To everyone,

Frak off. My name is Sharon Agathon, and I'm just as human as the rest of you.


That letter doesn't get sent, either, but it does make her feel better – if only for the moment.

Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 412
number_eight: (Athena - Gun)
The weapon was aimed at him.

Sharon had her weapon aimed at Commander Adama, then handed it to him, telling him how she made her own choices. This was, of course, after he had a look of death in his eyes upon seeing her.

The weapon was aimed at the Centurians.

Sharon fired and saved the group, hands still bound, even after Lee Adama had held a weapon of his own against her, claiming she had shot his father.

The weapon was aimed at her.

Sharon had tried to fit into the Fleet as best as possible, but she knew Cally would never accept her. She simply did not know that the woman could possibly sink so low as to planting a bomb within her Raptor.

There had been relief, visibly clear on Sharon's face when the elder Adama had accepted her. Trust, naturally, had come later, but there was a measure of acceptance there on the planet that she always remembered. There had been vindication, of course, when his hot-headed son had looked at Sharon in shock -- disbelieving that a Cylon would actually assist humanity to locate the Tomb of Athena.

She hated herself, though, that the feel of revenge against an unimportant worker felt so good. The look of panic on Cally's face as she thought that Sharon might actually shoot her… the failed attempt to shoot Sharon once the weapon had been handed to the other woman… the timbre of her own voice lowering in pitch as Sharon whispered her own warning before walking away, leaving Cally frightened? Sweet.

Sharon had known them all, used them all as her own weapons to further herself into their world and be accepted. She wondered, though, why it always ended up taking the form of her own sidearm to achieve it.

Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 302
number_eight: (Athena - Frak Off)
OOC: Locked to [livejournal.com profile] admiral_adama, [livejournal.com profile] arrow_of_apollo, [livejournal.com profile] callsign_helo, [livejournal.com profile] stuck_in_cic, [livejournal.com profile] k_thrace.

I really don't know what to say about Specialist Tyrol. I have done my best to be accepted by this crew, and yet I never will, obviously.

However, I would like to report, sirs, that a Commissioned Officer was slandered by an Enlisted...

You know, I'm so frakking angry that I can't even think straight.

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