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number_eightBlood, blood everywhere, and all she could think was, "I'm dying. I'm dying. I'm dying and Galen won't know that I love him, and so I have to tell him, I have to tell him…"
She did, whispering the words to him until the bullet that was inside her, the bullet that was killing her (that no one cared about, maybe not even Galen?) finally did its job and the last drop of blood that could pour out of her wound did. She was done, complete, over, a Cylon no more, and she could meet the gods and ask for their forgiveness for shooting Commander Adama. They could be merciful, surely.
Strange thoughts to have towards the end, but then Sharon realized it wasn't the end after all as she took one large gasping breath and she was naked in a pool of something, something that was sticking to her body and felt like oil but was blue with light coming from somewhere. Disoriented, she looked around, trying to find the gods she'd been hoping to see and instead she heard words.
"Slow, deep breaths. You're doing great."
Sharon looked up and saw a woman to one side, and then herself. Herself. The other her smiled and said, "We love you, Sharon" and it pulled a scream from her body, because she was a Cylon and she would never die, not ever, and now she was trapped here with them, trapped with the enemy except they claimed she was a hero. An honest-to-gods frakking hero, but they didn't know. They didn't know what it was like to have your entire life as a lie, every memory, every friendship, everything was a lie. She was the enemy, and yet Sharon couldn't leave her apartment. She refused to be called a Cylon, refused to be known as "Eight", because she had a frakking name. Sharon Valerii. Callsign, Boomer. Rank, Lieutenant, Junior Grade. Raptor Pilot in the Colonial Fleet.
Day after day, she told herself that as she pushed away any "visits" from Cylons, as she continued to wear the uniform of an officer. Pull-ups to keep in shape. Anything to stay the person that she'd been, that she'd thought she'd been.
Still, she screamed every night that she tried to sleep, realizing that her family was gone and it was their fault – not hers, certainly not hers because she hadn't known!
Do Cylons have feelings? They must, she realized, because every day, she remembered dying and waking up again to see herself talking to her. And every day, remembering that, Sharon died a little bit more inside.
Muse: Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 435
She did, whispering the words to him until the bullet that was inside her, the bullet that was killing her (that no one cared about, maybe not even Galen?) finally did its job and the last drop of blood that could pour out of her wound did. She was done, complete, over, a Cylon no more, and she could meet the gods and ask for their forgiveness for shooting Commander Adama. They could be merciful, surely.
Strange thoughts to have towards the end, but then Sharon realized it wasn't the end after all as she took one large gasping breath and she was naked in a pool of something, something that was sticking to her body and felt like oil but was blue with light coming from somewhere. Disoriented, she looked around, trying to find the gods she'd been hoping to see and instead she heard words.
"Slow, deep breaths. You're doing great."
Sharon looked up and saw a woman to one side, and then herself. Herself. The other her smiled and said, "We love you, Sharon" and it pulled a scream from her body, because she was a Cylon and she would never die, not ever, and now she was trapped here with them, trapped with the enemy except they claimed she was a hero. An honest-to-gods frakking hero, but they didn't know. They didn't know what it was like to have your entire life as a lie, every memory, every friendship, everything was a lie. She was the enemy, and yet Sharon couldn't leave her apartment. She refused to be called a Cylon, refused to be known as "Eight", because she had a frakking name. Sharon Valerii. Callsign, Boomer. Rank, Lieutenant, Junior Grade. Raptor Pilot in the Colonial Fleet.
Day after day, she told herself that as she pushed away any "visits" from Cylons, as she continued to wear the uniform of an officer. Pull-ups to keep in shape. Anything to stay the person that she'd been, that she'd thought she'd been.
Still, she screamed every night that she tried to sleep, realizing that her family was gone and it was their fault – not hers, certainly not hers because she hadn't known!
Do Cylons have feelings? They must, she realized, because every day, she remembered dying and waking up again to see herself talking to her. And every day, remembering that, Sharon died a little bit more inside.
Muse: Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 435
