178 - Mother
May. 11th, 2007 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
number_eightSharon had just gotten off CAP and knew Helo was still busy running Dogsville, so she'd changed out of uniform and hurried along to Galactica's daycare center, smiling as she passed people in the blue-tinted A-shaped hallways.
This place had become such a wonderful home. She'd never really admit it to anyone except her husband, though. Kara, maybe, but no one else. It was a family in every sense of the word, and despite the looks and whispers that still ran through the ship, she felt more at home here than she had on Caprica, getting orders from others.
Here, she had a happy marriage – although they had their small arguments now and then – but most importantly? She had Hera. Her daughter, her lovely daughter who shouldn't even exist – frak it all, who hadn't existed to her for over a year! And yet, she was smiling and clapping her hands, waiting to be picked up as Sharon walked in the door.
She patted Nicky Tyrol's head as she passed him before reaching down to grab Hera. "And how was your day, young lady?" A series of babbles followed, prompting Sharon to laugh. "Really? That sounds exciting. I think you should tell your father that when he gets off-duty." She nodded to the people who watched her day after day so Hera's two working parents could get their jobs done. "Thanks guys. See you tomorrow."
Hera's "death" had sent her reeling. She'd ended up in such a state of depression that she never thought she would come out. Hell, she didn't want to, at the time. Sharon had even allowed another Cylon onboard Galactica because she just hadn't cared about anything anymore. Her daughter was dead… and then one day, she wasn't. Sure, it had taken a few days to recover from the shock and anger, and then a few more to recover from the pain Helo had gone through killing her so she could download onto the Cylon Baseship to save Hera… but she was holding her now.
Sharon made a slight detour and walked to Admiral Adama's quarters, remembering the talk he'd had with her and Helo as he'd told them the news. Helo had responded by telling him that out of anyone, the Admiral should know the pain of losing a child. In her anger, Sharon had missed that the Admiral had said something along the lines of, "But your child is alive. Be grateful for that." The door was open to his quarters when she arrived, and Sharon took Hera's hand in hers, making small waving motions to the Old Man.
"Thank you, sir. You're right. I'm grateful."
Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 441
OOC Note: This prompt response is canon through the episode "Dirty Hands" and is a ficlet based on my own interpretation of the muse during this time period.
This place had become such a wonderful home. She'd never really admit it to anyone except her husband, though. Kara, maybe, but no one else. It was a family in every sense of the word, and despite the looks and whispers that still ran through the ship, she felt more at home here than she had on Caprica, getting orders from others.
Here, she had a happy marriage – although they had their small arguments now and then – but most importantly? She had Hera. Her daughter, her lovely daughter who shouldn't even exist – frak it all, who hadn't existed to her for over a year! And yet, she was smiling and clapping her hands, waiting to be picked up as Sharon walked in the door.
She patted Nicky Tyrol's head as she passed him before reaching down to grab Hera. "And how was your day, young lady?" A series of babbles followed, prompting Sharon to laugh. "Really? That sounds exciting. I think you should tell your father that when he gets off-duty." She nodded to the people who watched her day after day so Hera's two working parents could get their jobs done. "Thanks guys. See you tomorrow."
Hera's "death" had sent her reeling. She'd ended up in such a state of depression that she never thought she would come out. Hell, she didn't want to, at the time. Sharon had even allowed another Cylon onboard Galactica because she just hadn't cared about anything anymore. Her daughter was dead… and then one day, she wasn't. Sure, it had taken a few days to recover from the shock and anger, and then a few more to recover from the pain Helo had gone through killing her so she could download onto the Cylon Baseship to save Hera… but she was holding her now.
Sharon made a slight detour and walked to Admiral Adama's quarters, remembering the talk he'd had with her and Helo as he'd told them the news. Helo had responded by telling him that out of anyone, the Admiral should know the pain of losing a child. In her anger, Sharon had missed that the Admiral had said something along the lines of, "But your child is alive. Be grateful for that." The door was open to his quarters when she arrived, and Sharon took Hera's hand in hers, making small waving motions to the Old Man.
"Thank you, sir. You're right. I'm grateful."
Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 441
OOC Note: This prompt response is canon through the episode "Dirty Hands" and is a ficlet based on my own interpretation of the muse during this time period.
