9.32.F.6 - A toddler with a gun.
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number_eight"Hera, no!"
Sharon screamed the words out, then took a deep breath. Shouting at her daughter wouldn't do any good; it would just scare the frak out of her. Where was Helo? "Karl? Karl, I need your help, Hera's got..."
Somehow, Sharon had been careless, and Hera was playing with her sidearm like a toy.
"Okay, honey, give that to Mommy. Don't play, okay? I'll..." Frak, she'd what, exactly? "Baby, it's not a toy."
Huge brown eyes looked up from the floor at Sharon, and then a little-girl-smile appeared. Thank God they were in their personal quarters, Sharon realized, and not the daycare on Galactica. If Hera accidentally shot Sharon, that was one thing. She could just download into another body and she'd be fine; if the shot went out anywhere else in the ship...?
Sharon got on all fours and started crawling slowly to her daughter. "Baby....? Hera, honey, give Mommy the gun." Panic hit her as she realized that they weren't anywhere near a Resurrection Ship, so if she was shot, she couldn't download.
FRAK!
Her arms were shaking as she reached out to try and take the sidearm from her daughter, and then Hera cheerfully handed it to her like it was nothing. Sharon was about to breathe a sigh of relief, until Hera stood up and walked on chubby legs to their locker, opening it up and pointing to their Galactica uniforms.
Why couldn't she ever have a normal life? With a normal daughter and husband, somewhere on Earth (if they could ever find it)?
"Because you're not normal, you frakked-up Cylon," she muttered to herself as she kissed Hera on the head and locked everything back up again.
Muse: Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 283
Sharon screamed the words out, then took a deep breath. Shouting at her daughter wouldn't do any good; it would just scare the frak out of her. Where was Helo? "Karl? Karl, I need your help, Hera's got..."
Somehow, Sharon had been careless, and Hera was playing with her sidearm like a toy.
"Okay, honey, give that to Mommy. Don't play, okay? I'll..." Frak, she'd what, exactly? "Baby, it's not a toy."
Huge brown eyes looked up from the floor at Sharon, and then a little-girl-smile appeared. Thank God they were in their personal quarters, Sharon realized, and not the daycare on Galactica. If Hera accidentally shot Sharon, that was one thing. She could just download into another body and she'd be fine; if the shot went out anywhere else in the ship...?
Sharon got on all fours and started crawling slowly to her daughter. "Baby....? Hera, honey, give Mommy the gun." Panic hit her as she realized that they weren't anywhere near a Resurrection Ship, so if she was shot, she couldn't download.
FRAK!
Her arms were shaking as she reached out to try and take the sidearm from her daughter, and then Hera cheerfully handed it to her like it was nothing. Sharon was about to breathe a sigh of relief, until Hera stood up and walked on chubby legs to their locker, opening it up and pointing to their Galactica uniforms.
Why couldn't she ever have a normal life? With a normal daughter and husband, somewhere on Earth (if they could ever find it)?
"Because you're not normal, you frakked-up Cylon," she muttered to herself as she kissed Hera on the head and locked everything back up again.
Muse: Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 283
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