235 - Show us where you live.

[number_eight]

I don't know.

Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful that I was let out of hack as soon as I was, considering the charges that Admiral Adama was claiming he would throw at me for shooting that Six. I'm more than grateful that I was put back in charge of the Raptors, and it felt almost like home again standing next to Starbuck Kara like that in the pilot ready room, almost like we were back to being friends again after that entire incident on the Demetrius. I'm extremely grateful that my plans were considered, listened to, and even followed in the Situation Room when the rescue plan was being put into place.

You see, after getting out of hack, I would have normally talked about how Galactica was home, with the "A"-shaped hallways and blue-tinged lights. Or maybe I would have talked about the personal quarters that I share with my husband and my daughter, which are fairly large all things considered.

But right now, I don't know.

I don't know where I live, because we found Earth. We did it. We frakking found Earth, and I guess we found it just a little bit too late. All these years of searching, hoping… running from the Cylons, fighting off the Cylons. The time when I was on Kobol and I lead everyone to the Tomb of Athena as part of the human scriptures – as part of Pythia, and for what? For this? For the Temple of Aurora on Earth, in ruins from some sort of nuclear blast or war that happened hundreds of years ago?

For all of our hopes – both human and Cylon – to be destroyed in one moment as we all stood and stared at the irradiated soil, crumbled buildings, dark skies, and lifeless planet? Is this my new home? Is this where I'm going to have to raise my daughter with Helo?

I don't know. God, I wish I knew, but I don't.

I think we're all homeless now.



Muse: Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 333

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[cpo-galen-tyrol.livejournal.com]

"We've been homeless for three years, since the Holocaust. This doesn't change much."

He's standing a good length away from her, for both his own safety and hers. He doesn't want to be knocked on his ass by her or Helo and he doesn't want her to think he's about to knock her on hers. Because he's been a Cylon since the day he was born, has known that he's a Cylon for quite some time now. But it's only been hours since she found out.

He doesn't even care what she thinks, not really. He just doesn't want to stand around gawking at this so-called paradise alone. Besides, Helo always gives everyone a fair shot.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

"Says the Cylon who lead us here."

Sharon hugged herself a little, then kissed Helo as he gave a look to Tyrol. Hera was still onboard Galactica with a lot of the other kids in the daycare there. As she watched her husband walk away, she sat on some ruins.

"I'd rather live in Galactica than here." Then again, she never had to live on New Caprica.

[cpo-galen-tyrol.livejournal.com]

He caught the look Helo shot him and suddenly wondered what it had been like for the Colonel, escorted from the Admiral's quarters like some kind of criminal. He glanced over at the Colonel, who already had something of a companion in the Six. Her hand was resting lightly on his back and Tigh was shaking his head slightly. Even from his position, Galen could practically taste the defeat emanating from the XO.

He remained where he was even as she sat down, grateful that she hadn't simply walked away from him. The way you walked away from Boomer.

"I'd rather have pre-Occupation New Caprica," he admitted. "And I never thought I'd say that."

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

"I think everyone is thinking that right now." But that was mainly because there was such a loss of hope in everyone's eyes, hers included.

"I'm sorry. I think I need to go make sure Karl's all right. I just..."

I just don't want to talk right now.

"I'll see you later."

And with that, she found her husband and held his hand, but couldn't meet his eyes.

[special-destiny.livejournal.com]

Everything that happened on the Demetrius ... it doesn't matter anymore. Not that it ever really did. What matters now is figuring out what the frak we do next.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what to do next.

And... thanks, Kara. Still, I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't mean for it to go down like that, honestly. I thought it was going to be peaceful and... anyway. Yeah.

[special-destiny.livejournal.com]

I don't think any of us have expected much of what's happened in the past months. Things have been beyond frakked up - even more than usual - and ... I played my part in that.

It's over. It doesn't matter anymore.

[callsign-helo.livejournal.com]

There's got to be more, you know? Maybe there are survivors... or at least an explanation. I can't believe this is how it ends.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

I know. Me either. But...

[callsign-helo.livejournal.com]

You know whatever it takes, we'll get by. Right?

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

I know.

[callsign-helo.livejournal.com]

Good.