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

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... )

"Thank you, Karl," Sharon said as she kissed him, mussing up Hera's hair as he held her out for Sharon to say good-bye to. She shook her head at both of them. "It's not like I'm going to be gone that long, you know. And I'm only going with Kara, so there won't be any trouble."

That comment got her a raised eyebrow from one of possibly Kara's closest friends. Sharon just laughed. "Hey, you boys get to hang out all the time. It's only fair that I get a night off without worrying about anything. No CAP rotation, no late night feedings, no grouchy husbands complaining about their jobs..." She kissed Helo once again and waved to Hera as she left their quarters, then made her way through the halls of Galactica until she got to Joe's. Granted, they wouldn't have any ambrosia, but the drinks they had for the crew were still pretty damn good.

Sharon ordered one for herself and waited for Kara to show up.

Write two letters: One to someone you hurt and the other to someone who hurt you.

Major Doctor Cottle,

I hope that this letter finds you in the best of spirits, or at the very least, the spirits that everyone onboard Galactica have come to expect of you.

( An apology of sorts )

Sharon re-reads the letter before sending it, then sits back down to write. Page after page of papers fall to the floor with names of people who hurt her along the way.

( Hurt too many times, too deeply… )

In the end, Sharon takes out one clean sheet of paper and writes the only thing she can think of after looking at the unsent letters.

To everyone,

Frak off. My name is Sharon Agathon, and I'm just as human as the rest of you.

That letter doesn't get sent, either, but it does make her feel better – if only for the moment.

Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 412

We have a tradition on Galactica. On your 1,000th shipboard landing, we celebrate. Everyone yells and screams, throws you on their shoulders, dumps you into this crate and pushes it around the hangar deck. There's even a song, if you're a Raptor pilot and let's face it, I'm not going to pay attention to any other song myself.

I've never landed that many times. I botch up my landings all the time, but Flat Top? Now Flat Top had done it, and everyone was cheering for our fellow Raptor jock. Apollo wasn't anywhere around, I heard, because he'd forgotten that it was his duty as CAG to congratulate Flat Top by putting a helmet on him with red paint that reads "1000".

Of course, I was on Caprica at the time. I only know about all of this because I have Boomer's memories of her friends, her fellow pilots, the sabotage and the deaths. I know, I know. You download from one body into a new one and then you get the memories, right? Well, not with me. The memories of "Sharon Valerii" were something programmed into me too, but I knew they were fake. It didn't make Flat Top's death any easier, though. Right in the middle of the frakking party, this communication drone fell onto the hangar deck and just... flew. It flew across to the celebrating pilots and killed Flat Top right in the middle of one of his happiest moments, along with twelve others.

( Contains spoilers for episode 3x17, 'Maelstrom' )

Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 694