number_eight | 271 - Talk about a time you were sick.

It made me sick to my stomach, to think of what Cavil was going to do to Ellen. And fine, it bothered me too, at first, but I knew what I had to do. I had to get her off the basestar and back to the other Final Cylons, like she said. They could fix things somehow, and...

I don't know.

The whole trip to Galactica, I had bad nerves in the pit of my stomach. It was going to be the first time for me to be back on Galactica since Athena kicked me off. I hadn't even gotten to see Adama.

Would I want to see him?

The hatch door opened and Ellen stepped out to the greeting party there. Lee, Roslin, Adama. A bunch of others I wasn't paying attention to. They had let me land, though. That was something. I knew I'd end up in the brig, even though I'd already paid my dues for shooting Adama. Frak, I hadn't known what I was doing back then when it had happened! And then Chief, Chief was dying because of Gaius Baltar, and then... Cally killed me. Wasn't that enough of a punishment?

I smiled, though, when I saw Chief standing right there and he smiled back at me. He was a Cylon. Ellen said so, and... okay, that pretty much frakked up my whole world view, considering how our relationship had ended. But that awful, sick feeling in my stomach disappeared when Galen smiled at me.

"Nice to see you. This is Boomer."

He talked to me, knew who I was... didn't think I was just another Eight. So you know what? I didn't feel so bad being dragged off to the brig like I figured I would be.

Maybe he'd come by later to see me, since no one else would.

Maybe...

Muse: Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 314 (not including direct quotes)