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bsg_epics! (For, obviously, the tropes "Five Times" and "Amnesia")
Amnesia, R
Boomer watches him more than she should.
All the others want to do is argue about how to get the humans under their control, but Boomer is still one of them. Watching Kara and Duck play pyramid, she can feel the sharpness of Starbuck’s elbow in her ribs, remembers the shrieking and laughter from when they used to play on the hangar deck. When Tyrol joins them she slips away unseen.
At night sometimes Boomer sits outside his tent, away from the flap, just listening. She can hear him talking with Cally about the events of the day, cooing to his son. She doesn’t leave when they start to frak even though she knows she should. She knows exactly how he looks when he moans like that, shivers as the ghost of his touch caresses her body.
Boomer follows him more than once to the tent where the resistance is meeting. She wants so badly to go inside, to be one of them, to finally prove that she loves him no matter how she was made. Instead she walks away, off into the wilds of the virgin planet.
There’s a canyon an hour south of the settlement, and she stares down into it for a long time. She’s a Cylon; death is not an option. But if she could fall just right, hit her head, just forget for a few blessed minutes how much she loves these people who believe she’s their enemy...
She wakes in a resurrection tub, gasping for breath, and weeps.
***
Five Times Daniel Watched, PG-13
On the day he was born, Daniel’s mother brought him to the room he would share with his siblings. As he sat on his bed, still new and bewildered, he saw his oldest brother’s face twist, but didn’t understand.
His father Sam had magical hands. Daniel hid in the shadow of a door frame as those hands slid over strings, creating the most beautiful sounds Daniel had ever heard. As they tripped quickly down the strings, a laugh rose in his throat and his father looked up at him, smiling. From down the hall John glared at them both.
The youngest was born, Sharon, and their parents crowded around her, smiling and welcoming her. Daniel hung back shyly, humming her a song he’d pulled from the stream. When he turned he saw his brother’s face. This time he knew exactly what that look meant.
They gathered around to watch him paint: Ellen and Tory, Galen and Sam and Saul. His brothers and sisters came, too. He lifted his brush and told them stories of the cosmos, of the past and the future. He turned when he was finished, took in their faces as they gazed at his painting. He saw the back of John’s head as he left.
One night, the night, he crouched in the darkness, saw his brother at work destroying all the others about to come to life. Tears coursed down his cheeks as he prayed for their souls, for his own. When John turned and came for him, he fought back, with all the strength of his body. At the end he closed his eyes, looked away from his brother’s face as he slipped back into the stream.
bsg_epics! (For, obviously, the tropes "Five Times" and "Amnesia")Amnesia, R
Boomer watches him more than she should.
All the others want to do is argue about how to get the humans under their control, but Boomer is still one of them. Watching Kara and Duck play pyramid, she can feel the sharpness of Starbuck’s elbow in her ribs, remembers the shrieking and laughter from when they used to play on the hangar deck. When Tyrol joins them she slips away unseen.
At night sometimes Boomer sits outside his tent, away from the flap, just listening. She can hear him talking with Cally about the events of the day, cooing to his son. She doesn’t leave when they start to frak even though she knows she should. She knows exactly how he looks when he moans like that, shivers as the ghost of his touch caresses her body.
Boomer follows him more than once to the tent where the resistance is meeting. She wants so badly to go inside, to be one of them, to finally prove that she loves him no matter how she was made. Instead she walks away, off into the wilds of the virgin planet.
There’s a canyon an hour south of the settlement, and she stares down into it for a long time. She’s a Cylon; death is not an option. But if she could fall just right, hit her head, just forget for a few blessed minutes how much she loves these people who believe she’s their enemy...
She wakes in a resurrection tub, gasping for breath, and weeps.
***
Five Times Daniel Watched, PG-13
On the day he was born, Daniel’s mother brought him to the room he would share with his siblings. As he sat on his bed, still new and bewildered, he saw his oldest brother’s face twist, but didn’t understand.
His father Sam had magical hands. Daniel hid in the shadow of a door frame as those hands slid over strings, creating the most beautiful sounds Daniel had ever heard. As they tripped quickly down the strings, a laugh rose in his throat and his father looked up at him, smiling. From down the hall John glared at them both.
The youngest was born, Sharon, and their parents crowded around her, smiling and welcoming her. Daniel hung back shyly, humming her a song he’d pulled from the stream. When he turned he saw his brother’s face. This time he knew exactly what that look meant.
They gathered around to watch him paint: Ellen and Tory, Galen and Sam and Saul. His brothers and sisters came, too. He lifted his brush and told them stories of the cosmos, of the past and the future. He turned when he was finished, took in their faces as they gazed at his painting. He saw the back of John’s head as he left.
One night, the night, he crouched in the darkness, saw his brother at work destroying all the others about to come to life. Tears coursed down his cheeks as he prayed for their souls, for his own. When John turned and came for him, he fought back, with all the strength of his body. At the end he closed his eyes, looked away from his brother’s face as he slipped back into the stream.
