number_eight | 278 - What are you wearing?

A smile.

After all that I've been through, after betraying my race and becoming the first Cylon to make a real and loving connection to a human, what happens to us all?

Cylons and humans end up together on Earth. Or, this Earth, at least.

After lying to Helo about who I was, after him shooting me, after being raped, after thinking Hera was dead only to find out she was alive and being held hostage on a Cylon Basestar...

After forcing my husband to shoot and kill me in order to save our daughter, after all the taunts and racist remarks onboard Galactica , after shooting and killing the Six model, Natalie, who was the leader of the Cylon Resistance...

After being thrown in the brig, after losing the respect of the Old Man for awhile there, after Kara's death...

After finding a shattered world called Earth, after Felix Gaeta starting a mutiny where I had to watch as Racetrack betrayed us while I was tossed into hack because I was just a toaster like all the other Eights, after Dee's suicide...

After Boomer's return, after the way she hit me and forced me to watch her frak Karl, after she kidnapped my daughter again and I knew that was it, the end...

After crying so many times I've lost track, after trying to rescue Hera only to have Helo shot in the leg so badly that I was sure he would die, after running after Hera only to be locked out of the CIC...

After all of that? I'm home. I'm home with Karl, still recovering from his injuries but able to walk, and Hera, who acts like nothing bad happened to her at all. I just want to walk with Karl, Hera between us holding hands, as we swing her up and down. We can laugh, finally. We can breathe finally.

We've lost so many people along the way, and I've been lost myself and hurt. Or people have used my husband or daughter and hurt them. Somehow, though, the three of us always managed to pull through and be together.

So whether or not I'm the hunter and Karl's the farmer in our little family, we're together.

And I can't stop smiling.

Muse: Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 376