Look at me and tell me who I am, why I am, what I am...

"Where's Hera?"

"She's at daycare. She's fine, Sharon, calm down."

Sharon wiped the tears from her eyes and shook her head. "I had another dream. Possibly a vision. I have... I have to go and be sure." She took off to check on their daughter, and sure enough, she was fine. Playing alongside little Nicky Tyrol -- scratch that. Hotdog was the father. She shook her head, trying to process it all. She waved to Hera, who waved back and kept on playing, and walked out. She was ready to head home to her husband, then stopped and walked to go see Lee instead.

They ended up frakking.

"He wants to be good about it all, and calm me down. He doesn't understand, though, how many times she's been kidnapped or stolen from me. A year of another woman raising my daughter while I thought she was dead! Boomer kidnapping her right under our noses after she frakked my husband in front of me!" The tears were coming freely as she let her head rest on Lee's chest.

Lee didn't say anything, but she knew he got it. Lee never questioned when Sharon got in her moods like this, and she thanked him for it. Karl would have tried to calm her down, tell her how Hera would always be safe, but Lee knew the truth.

Their world was never safe.

Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 231
OOC: This prompt reply is based off the show's final canon ending as well as RP between Helo (callsign_helo) and Lee (arrow_of_apollo), both used here with permission.

You have a free pass from the gods, a one time "get out of jail free" card. You can do one thing, one horrible or evil thing, and not only will you not be punished, but no one will know it was you. Will you take it?

[Locked to arrow_of_apollo]

If there was a way that I could be with you somehow, in some way, where Helo and Hera would never know about it? Where I could frak you in public if I wanted, where I could tell you how I feel... where I could be honest with everyone on this planet about you and me? And I wouldn't get in trouble, no one would be hurt, our lives would be back to "normal" the next day?

I'd do it.

I shouldn't. I shouldn't want to, either, I should want to do the right thing but God, I am tired of always doing the right thing. Can't I do something selfish for once? Can't I stop thinking about my family and just think like Kara? Be like Kara and grab what I want? I want you. I don't know why. I don't even know what we are, Lee, but I want to stop hiding it.

I want to stop lying to my family, or having you lie to yours.

I want... us. Whatever "us" means. I want to look the Old Man in the eyes and tell him that his son has been frakking a toaster for a long time now, and watch him laugh at it.

It can't happen, though, can it? It's just hopes and dreams, and even though we're here on Earth and we're all starting over, not all of us can truly start over.

Can we?

Muse: Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 244
OOC Note: The Helo referred to is callsign_helo and is part of an ongoing AU RP.

OOC: Completed RP with arrow_of_apollo, burnandrave, cylon_prophet, & notmyfate. Takes place in the AU Future!Earth universe. Cross-posted to same.

Kara was dressed in her uniform for the first time in several weeks. It felt strange after so much time in civilian clothes, but she found she was glad to put it on. Kara was a soldier, and while she'd always been a bit unpredictable, there were aspects to military life she enjoyed. The familiarity of something as simple as dress was actually somewhat welcome at the moment, when her entire life felt like it was in such upheaval.

Despite everything that had happened--finding Earth, defeating the Cylons--Kara had to fight back the feeling of impending doom, as if it was all going to be snatched away from her. She was pretty sure it wasn't just her--she wasn't the only one who went outside at night and stared at the night sky, wondering if any of the cold lights above marked the approach of a Cylon basestar--but, as with everything, Kara felt it with an intensity that left her occasionally moody and tense. Having something to do that wasn't working on the house or painting, it was good for her. She'd been nervous about getting her orders, but she shouldn't have been; as she'd thought, the Admiral had told her that she'd be flying a few recon missions, doing some routine patrols in her Viper, but that her primary job would be training new recruits.

Are you grounding me, Sir? she'd asked, standing at attention, not entirely sure if her smile was genuine or forced. It was hard to tell, sometimes, even for her.

I'm giving you a chance to live your life, Adama had said in his gravel-rough voice. As...interestingly...as you've chosen to live it.

She should have expected that. Her domestic arrangements weren't a secret, after all, and she knew it wasn't going to be easy when she went back to work. Everyone had an opinion, and she was pretty sure she was going to hear about it.

Kara had saluted without saying a word. She pushed back the old longing she had, that desperateness for the Admiral's approval, and had simply taken her orders without comment. (There was a first time for everything, after all.) On her way out of the building that housed the provisional government, she saw a familiar figure ahead of her. Smiling, Kara rushed to catch him, forgetting for a moment everything that lay between them. "Hey, Lee. Or do I have to call you Mr. Vice President, now?" Kara teased, falling into step beside him.

( Lee and Kara re-connect, Sam & Leoben are domestically cute with Kara, a surprise dinner is had, and Sharon confesses to Kara that she's having an affair with Lee... )