number_eight | 225 - Without Words

"Good hunting."

Those were the last words I remember saying clearly before we all got into our Vipers (which, actually, wasn't my Viper since I'm a Raptor jock, but we needed every last person out there to fight off the Cylons), and then I was off.

We had a victory of sorts, but nothing where anyone could pinpoint how it had happened. All the alert Vipers were out, we were at Condition One on Galactica, practically every nugget was out there (including Sam, poor guy), and I would have sworn to God that they had us. But, once we all came back to Galactica, combat landing, the FTLs were spooled up enough that we could get the frak out of there.

And then, there it was. She was, rather. I remember standing next to Racetrack, my mouth practically gaping open. Kara. Kara was standing there, right the frak in front of us all on the hangar deck, acting like nothing was wrong.

I'm sure everyone wanted to ask me the question – "Is she a Cylon?" Sorry guys. I don't know. I can't even tell. It's hard to explain, but we've been programmed not to think about those last five Cylons, and frankly, until that shared projection with President Roslin and Caprica, I hadn't thought about them at all. I was just trying to live my life as Sharon, wife of Karl, mother of Hera, member of the Colonial Fleet.

So when my best friend was there, alive? I couldn't tell you if I was dreaming, projecting, hallucinating, if she was a Cylon, or if a miracle had happened and I'd gotten my friend back. Then again, everyone around me pretty much had the same reaction.

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Some of them, like Sam and Lee (and it's weird to call him that instead of Major Adama) seemed to take it harder. Or easier? I just stayed back from it all and talked to Karl later, who'd been able to talk a little more to "Kara" than I had been able to do. Guess she said she'd found Earth and he'd tried to help her prove that to everyone else but…

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I don't know what to do now. I don't know if I should go and talk to her, because so far, all I've done is stay away. What if everyone's right? What if she's a Cylon, and I just can't pick up on it because of my programming?

Then again, she believed in me when no one else would. When I was pregnant and begging to be treated like a human, not a machine.

Shouldn't I give her the same respect?

Muse: Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 440