262 - Lines

[number_eight]

She died.

Someone killed her and my Sister Cylon died. Without the Resurrection Hub or any ships, we all had permanent death now. I needed him. Felix. I knew I could find us a way home.

I knew because he finally remembered me from our time back on New Caprica.

Back then, things were different. I remembered how he'd write lines upon lines of names and hand them to me. I had promised him that I would help, because the Ones were the Cylons who knew what humans were being held and where they were at. I could help him. We could do this, together. I promised him.

So, I promised him again, that we'd be able to do it together. To get back to the fleet somehow before anything else happened to anyone. And I think -- at least, I hope -- that he believed me.

I wanted to smile at Felix, that same smile I'd given to him when he'd been writing during our meetings and he needed comforting. Instead, I had to let hushed tones lead the way. At least this time around, there were no captive humans worrying him.



Muse: Sharon/Number Eight
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 213

Comments

[arrow-of-apollo.livejournal.com]

OOC: Great job following the plot.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

OOC: Thanks! It's hard to write when you've got less than 10 minutes of plot to work with!