Coming home ((rp for callsign_helo))

[number_eight]

After being in hack along with Cally and Dee, Sharon was very happy to get back to life with Hera and Helo. It wasn't much, but it was all hers.

She did feel bad for Caprica, though, who was still in the cell they had set up for Sharon over a year ago. Idly, she wondered if the reason she hadn't been placed into that cell was because they didn't trust two Cylons together, or if because she had earned enough trust and respect that a "normal" cell in the brig would do.

"Hey, baby. I'm home."

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She looked dubiously at her husband before shaking her head at him. "So, what are the other reasons, then?" Sharon allowed his smirk to infect her. Thank God he had a sense of humor and somehow managed to put up with her, fight for her, fight with her.

Hera was falling asleep, and she tugged Helo over to their bed. "I can't imagine you freaking out. I think you've only ever freaked out a few times, ever, and all of those times were events caused by me." She looked at the floor, studying it.

"How do you keep it together?" She meant it as advice, since apparently, she was terrible at doing so herself.

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"Hmmm," he said, furrowing his brow in a show of deep concentration. "You know, come to think of it, maybe you should remind me of a couple." Helo put another kiss on his wife's lips before he felt her leading him across the room.

He watched Sharon retreat a little inside herself, the way she did after most of her bad days. Normally, his wife was a good soldier and a good pilot, liked hanging out at Joe's with her friends and being a mom to Hera. That was his favorite Sharon. And when she was furious at the world or frantic to protect their daughter, he understood that one, too. But the quiet, withdrawn Sharon was the one he hated to see.

Helo sat down on the edge of their bed and pulled Sharon to him until she stood between his knees, Helo's arms around the back of her legs. He looked up at her-- about as rare an occasion as it could get-- and fixed her with his most earnest gaze. "I do it because I have to... and because I want to. I'm not very complicated, when you get to know me."

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"Maybe I will, then." Their daughter was asleep, after all.

She felt safe standing there like that, with Helo's arms around her as she looked down at him. Sharon reached out to muss his hair playfully for a moment before leaving a lingering touch on his cheek and lips.

"Are you saying that I don't know you?" She smiled slightly. "I know you. You're brave and you love me and you will do whatever you have to do for us." She sat on his lap, shaking her head at her husband. "Trust me, that's plenty complicated."

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"Doing all that is complicated," Helo answered, smirking. "Wanting it isn't." He pulled Sharon closer, putting his hands on her waist.

"And yeah, you're right. You know me. Better than anybody." It was the truth, too. Helo had read plenty about how sharing intense experiences can bond two people in a way that could feel like love. That had been the popular theory, he knew, when they'd gotten back to the fleet two years ago. But Helo knew, especially in the quiet, un-intense moments like this, that it was real, and that Sharon really understood him. It was a good feeling.

He tilted his chin up until he was staring into her face. "So are we going to celebrate you getting out of hack?"

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"You better believe it, baby," she smirked as she pushed him down on the bed and moved from his lap to laying on top of him.

"I hate being quiet because of Hera, but I'm willing to take my chances if you are." She lowered her lips to his and sighed into his mouth, happy and content for the first time since the whole business had started up.

Sharon might not have really learned a lesson from it, but she did enjoy the "making up" part...