number_eight | 268 - The End (Reply)

God, it's all so stupid, and I knew this was going to happen.

Just don't hurt Hera. That's all that's been going through my mind this whole time. Don't hurt my daughter. Do you frakking jerks know how much she's been through already? Taken from me, raised by another, kidnapped by the Cylons... she's had tests done on her before she was even born in order to help stop the President's cancer. Illnesses, people trying to take her from me even after Caprica helped bring her back to Galactica... Boomer tried to kill her.

Just don't take her from me. If you did, my life would be over.

That's all that goes through my mind as I'm feeding her in our quarters, and then Karl knows it, too. We're parents, so our first thoughts, of course, are for Hera. I held her and tried to cover her eyes so the mob that somehow managed to open up our hatch doesn't end up scaring her more than she already is, but Karl...

Oh, God, Karl. The blood. The blood's almost worse than the words they say.

Almost.

I tried to be strong for my daughter, I tried to ignore the pain my husband was in, but the name...

Pegasus. Alistair Thorne.

Oh my God, the rape. The rape, and then all the images came flooding back to me, how they pushed me down on the cot, how I was pregnant at the time and I could have lost the baby, the feel of their hands holding my arms above my head and other hands pulling down my pants because I was just a toaster and toasters didn't matter, they didn't, not to them, not to anyone from Pegasus, and God, Karl, someone anyone anyone save me, stop this, no no no no no, tears running down my face and then Thorne was dead after Karl and Galen came, oh God, don't touch me...

They're going to touch me again. That's the thought that hit me as I held my daughter and they told my husband, the one person who has stood by me no matter what, that they were going to make him watch as they raped me in front of him. My heart was beating faster and I thought no, don't, my daughter, my husband, stop it....

Why?

But as they knocked Karl out, as they dragged me and my daughter away, I knew the answer to that question.

I'm just a frakking toaster, after all this time, after all.

Muse: Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 427
OOC Note: Prompt reply contains frank talk about rape.