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number_eight) wrote2007-10-15 11:41 am
number_eight) wrote2007-10-15 11:41 am
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200 - "Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall"
[Locked from Chief Tyrol & Cally]
I wonder, sometimes, about what he thought when he first saw me. He being Chief, of course.
We’ve been through some ups and downs, but I guess nothing really compares to seeing a woman who looks like the dead woman you loved walk back into your life. Then again, maybe he never really loved Boomer the way that I imagine.
When I was locked up in that cell after the whole mess on Kobol, I thought the only human who would bother to see me would be Helo. I was carrying his child, so it was a pretty good reason. Some of the humans in charge of the Fleet would probably see me to interrogate me, too, but in terms of someone wanting to simply talk to me? Helo, and no one else.
It was pretty much the shock of my life when Chief walked up to the glass partition and stared at me.
I wanted to hug him. I had, actually, because the memories I carried were pleasant ones. I simply wasn’t the person he was in love with. She wasn’t dead, naturally, but she was dead to him and that was the most important thing at the time, I believe.
Still, when I picked up the receiver and he picked up the phone on the other side to speak to me, my heart pounded. With happiness? Trepidation? Whatever it was, the amazing thing about it was that we talked. We talked and we didn’t hate each other. No, all of that came later when he married the woman who killed his lover.
No. Even that is a lie. I’ve never hated Chi-- Galen. Why would I? He came to my rescue along with Helo when I was… attacked. He didn’t have to. After all, as I said, I wasn’t the same woman. Not only that, but I was a toaster, someone not to be trusted.
We’ve come a long way, Galen and I, from that moment of shock on Kobol to that moment while I was locked up and he decided to talk to me. I wish I could explain all of this to you, Galen, but somehow, I still don’t trust myself to say the right thing.
I suppose you’ll have to settle for shared glances as we walk the halls of Galactica.
Muse : Sharon “Athena” Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/“Battlestar Galactica”
Word Count : 392
I wonder, sometimes, about what he thought when he first saw me. He being Chief, of course.
We’ve been through some ups and downs, but I guess nothing really compares to seeing a woman who looks like the dead woman you loved walk back into your life. Then again, maybe he never really loved Boomer the way that I imagine.
When I was locked up in that cell after the whole mess on Kobol, I thought the only human who would bother to see me would be Helo. I was carrying his child, so it was a pretty good reason. Some of the humans in charge of the Fleet would probably see me to interrogate me, too, but in terms of someone wanting to simply talk to me? Helo, and no one else.
It was pretty much the shock of my life when Chief walked up to the glass partition and stared at me.
I wanted to hug him. I had, actually, because the memories I carried were pleasant ones. I simply wasn’t the person he was in love with. She wasn’t dead, naturally, but she was dead to him and that was the most important thing at the time, I believe.
Still, when I picked up the receiver and he picked up the phone on the other side to speak to me, my heart pounded. With happiness? Trepidation? Whatever it was, the amazing thing about it was that we talked. We talked and we didn’t hate each other. No, all of that came later when he married the woman who killed his lover.
No. Even that is a lie. I’ve never hated Chi-- Galen. Why would I? He came to my rescue along with Helo when I was… attacked. He didn’t have to. After all, as I said, I wasn’t the same woman. Not only that, but I was a toaster, someone not to be trusted.
We’ve come a long way, Galen and I, from that moment of shock on Kobol to that moment while I was locked up and he decided to talk to me. I wish I could explain all of this to you, Galen, but somehow, I still don’t trust myself to say the right thing.
I suppose you’ll have to settle for shared glances as we walk the halls of Galactica.
Muse : Sharon “Athena” Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/“Battlestar Galactica”
Word Count : 392
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And thank you, but I think the real round of applause this week goes to your prompt that your wrote for Cally.
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Thank you so much! That means so much to me!
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Nothing's wrong, is it?
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Please, just tell me if there are.
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I would.
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