EM #43 - Birth
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number_eightThere was blood.
I was doing my best not to get it everywhere, but something was wrong, and I really don't recall much. Screaming, I think, at Doc Cottle, who kept saying that it was too soon for her to be born. I did my best, but he said she had to come now.
Hours later, I had a beautiful, perfect daughter that Helo and I both smiled at through the glass.
You see, her lungs weren't fully formed, apparently. Our little miracle, half-human and half-Cylon, and she was struggling to stay alive. Later, though, he told me that she'd died. Her lungs were too small and couldn't keep her with us. The blood that had been there before when I started to go into labor felt like it filled my eyes with rage instead. My daughter was dead, after carrying her and loving her. Her ashes were scattered by Helo and Chief since I was still ill and to top it all off, still in hack.
Toasters don't get to see their children go to their last resting place.
Hera was the birth of the future of human and Cylon relations, everyone told me, but to me she was so much more. She was my daughter. I would go through the labor pains ten times over to make sure that she would be safe. I didn't have to, thank God, and with all of the troubles we've had keeping her healthy lately? With the strange dreams of people trying to take her away from me? I sincerely doubt I'll have another child.
But Hera, I knew from the moment I saw her, was the birth of something different in me, as well. Not only did I become a mother, but I became more human, as well. I'm not certain if that's part of God's plan or not, but it's part of mine, at least.
Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : "Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 315
I was doing my best not to get it everywhere, but something was wrong, and I really don't recall much. Screaming, I think, at Doc Cottle, who kept saying that it was too soon for her to be born. I did my best, but he said she had to come now.
Hours later, I had a beautiful, perfect daughter that Helo and I both smiled at through the glass.
You see, her lungs weren't fully formed, apparently. Our little miracle, half-human and half-Cylon, and she was struggling to stay alive. Later, though, he told me that she'd died. Her lungs were too small and couldn't keep her with us. The blood that had been there before when I started to go into labor felt like it filled my eyes with rage instead. My daughter was dead, after carrying her and loving her. Her ashes were scattered by Helo and Chief since I was still ill and to top it all off, still in hack.
Toasters don't get to see their children go to their last resting place.
Hera was the birth of the future of human and Cylon relations, everyone told me, but to me she was so much more. She was my daughter. I would go through the labor pains ten times over to make sure that she would be safe. I didn't have to, thank God, and with all of the troubles we've had keeping her healthy lately? With the strange dreams of people trying to take her away from me? I sincerely doubt I'll have another child.
But Hera, I knew from the moment I saw her, was the birth of something different in me, as well. Not only did I become a mother, but I became more human, as well. I'm not certain if that's part of God's plan or not, but it's part of mine, at least.
Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : "Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 315
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Date: 2007-05-24 10:02 pm (UTC)I think having a child makes us all more human, Lieutenant.
I don't know all the details behind the story, but I'm very glad you got your daughter back. Once the Cylons hit New Caprica, the only thing I could think of was the look in Helo's eyes as we scattered those ashes and pray to the gods that I wouldn't see that look in the mirror when it came time for my child to be born.
Everyone deserves a little bit of happiness and I can't think of a better happiness than watching your child... well, do anything.
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Date: 2007-05-25 07:41 am (UTC)As for the details, well, let's just say that they almost threw Helo in hack for shooting me. Remember back the algae planet? Right around that time. There were Cylon baseships surrounding Galactica while you were on the planet. So, I asked my husband to kill me so I could download into a new body, kidnap my daughter back, and...
And I don't think many people knew this, but the reason I found out she was alive at all was because of Boomer. I, uh, ran into her. I'd never met her before.
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Date: 2007-05-25 10:00 pm (UTC)Yeah, that whole helping to save my life thing? Helping to save my wife's life thing? That was a really crappy thing to do and I should be pissed as all hell, but you know what? I'm going to overlook it in the interests of keeping the [locked to everyone]admittedly fragile[unlocked] peace around here. [/sarcasm]
On a more serious note, I don't have a reason to not be talking to you as far as I know.
I wonder how the Admiral managed to keep a lid on that one. I didn't know that and I usually hear things. If I may offer my congratulations, that was a gutsy plan.
Boomer... ah. He sighs, running his hand through his hair. That must have been awkward. I love Cally and I don't regret one moment of what we've had, but I wish... I don't really know what I wish, but I wish that my Sharon had been happy. I still wish she was happy.
Tell Helo if he's waiting for me to completely recover from being sent out the airlock, get his ass down to my deck and have a drink with me, already.
See ya around, sir.
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Date: 2007-05-29 08:46 am (UTC)Awkward is one way of putting it. She also tried to kill Hera. Did you know that?
Sure, I'll tell him. It's just... look, this might sound weird coming from me, but I'm still Sharon. I'm still your Sharon, even, just with some memories slightly different. I remember you, everything about you, how happy you made her feel, even though it wasn't "me". Do you remember when you came to see me that time, and I was in hack? I picked up the phone to talk to you and you were standing there, looking at me through the glass? It felt like forever before you actually picked up the frakking phone so we could talk, but you did. You came to see me and it was... well, nice. The talk about us, about her, about everything was nice.
I guess what I'm saying is I feel like you haven't been that nice to me since then. We talked, what, once back on New Caprica when I asked you about Hera's ashes? And nothing since then at all.
Are you avoiding me on purpose because I look like her?
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Date: 2007-05-29 10:10 pm (UTC)I came to see you because I needed to find some way to leave her in the past and up to that point, I hadn't done that. You really did get a bum rap, you know that? I mean, you're a Cylon, but you're not her. Does that even make any sense?
It's funny. A year ago if you had come to me and said that, I would have thought you were messing with my head. I would have gotten angry and resentful, and asked why the frak you couldn't just let Boomer go and let me do the same? You weren't her, you didn't want to be her, you were with Helo, you didn't want to be with me...
Now... I won't insult your intelligence by telling you I understand, but I'm willing to understand now.
As for what's been happening these days, it seems to me that the pilots have been sticking close to the pilots, the deck gang sticking close to each other... I really didn't mean to let our... whatever the hell it is we have now... go, and I'd like to remedy that. But there are other wounds to be healed before that can happen.
If you had asked me a year ago if I was avoiding you because you look like Boomer, I would have said yes. But I'm over her now. A part of me will always regret the way it went down with her, but I've let her go.
Why don't you come down with Helo and we'll all drink to a new beginning?