206 - What do you live for?

[number_eight]

They've got a collar on my neck and bring me in and out of a cell whenever they feel like it. They ask me questions, expecting me to have every single frakking answer. They use my unborn daughter to save the life of a woman who already threatened to kill me once.

You'd think I wouldn't have anything much to live for at all, considering, but I do. I live for Helo. I love him, even though no one else believes me. He believes me, and that's the most important thing. I live for my daughter, because I can't wait to see her born.

You want to join them and question me, hook me up to Galactica so that I can save your sorry asses, ask me about the Hybrids? Pull me in and out of that damn frakking cell? Sure. No problem. Just let me talk to Helo on the phone, place my hand against the glass partition, and hear him tell me that he loves me, too. You want to let that man try and rape me and then go after both Helo and Chief for saving my life? Fine. Just as long as my daughter gets a chance to be born and both men get a decent trial. They won't. I know they won't. Why do you care about this new crew? They're horrible humans, all of them. And you wonder why the Cylons hate you.

I live for the hope that everyone who has hurt me or lied to me will somehow just leave me the frak alone and let me hold my daughter when she's born. And that maybe, maybe, Helo will be alive and still in love with me so that we can share it together.

Muse : Sharon Agathon, née Valerii
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 292