number_eight | 263 - Write about receiving a present that was not what you had hoped for.

All I wanted was his help.

The air was getting thin, and we didn't have many hours left of it, anyway. We'd just sent my Sister Cylon, my own model, into space after she had been killed. It broke my heart watching her float away from our Raptor like that, but we had to do it. We had to get home somehow.

And I knew I could do it. I could plug into the system and find the coordinates and lead us back. That was my plan, and I needed Felix to help me. But he was weak, so weak. Everyone was sleeping except for him, and I watched as he stuck a needle into his arm and filled himself with morpha to get rid of the pain he had.

He wasn't the man I remembered from New Caprica. He'd... changed, or maybe he had change put on him? I don't know. But I knew he was the smartest one there and could help me get us back to the fleet.

A human died, though, and they assumed it was me, even though it was Felix's morpha that had been the overdose. I wouldn't tell, though, I swore I wouldn't betray Felix to them. So I let the others take me hostage. I could escape once they fell back asleep, and then I could hook up and get us home and everything would be fine.

When Felix woke up and saw what I was doing, he offered to help me slip the wires into my hand. I... I don't know what he was talking about, though, when he said I had done it before. Maybe he meant Boomer or Athena had done it...? I don't know, but he helped me and we jumped. That was all I wanted, all I'd hoped for.

And then we kissed, just like we had back on New Caprica when he was the lonely man trying to free humans secretly. Only this time, he told me he already had someone. But still, he kissed me.

It was better than his trust and more than I'd wanted. It was a precious gift that stopped the pain of losing my fellow model to the endless stars.

Muse: Sharon/Number Eight
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 382