Battlestar Galactica Fanfic: P23

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Battlestar Galactica . No one from Battlestar Galactica or SyFy pays me money to write words about Battlestar Galactica. This fan fiction is not connected in anyway whatsoever to official Battlestar Galactica people. Silence! Everyone had gone. Cheers and hugs were exchanged as they walked out of the quarantine area. Everyone had received a clean bill of health, everyone except her. She hadn’t been tested yet. Why should they rush to discover if she had been infected? She was just a machine to them. Sharon laid her head back on the cold metallic wall of the quarantine area. She’d heard Helo’s confrontation with Dr. Cottle. She’d heard the worry, mixed with panic and anger, echoing through his voice. He’d have to be patient. The humans took top priority as always. Sharon stood up. She slowly began pacing around the room as thoughts of the Base Ship assailed her. They were all dead. Truly dead, with no way to resurrect, it had been a frightening sight to her, to see them like that, sprawled along the ships floor reaching out for help with emptiness in their eyes. The mighty had fallen, they had sub come to the abyss. She tried not to think about death. She’d never feared it before. She knew she could resurrect into a new body if something happened to her. But since she’d turned her back on her people, she’d wondered what would happen if they were too far from the resurrection ship and she couldn’t download? Were the humans right – was she just wiring and software? Or did she have a soul? It was easy to preach about God to Helo when she knew she wouldn’t die, but as they got farther and farther away from the resurrection ship, the strength of her faith had been tested. And as Sharon waited in the cold quarantine area, she felt her faith being pushed to its limit. The humans were immune to whatever killed her people, which could only mean one thing – it was designed for Cylons. Sharon stopped pacing, she could feel the fear building inside her, it didn’t feel like wiring or software, it felt like raw emotions. Her entire body became weak from the idea of dying from some Cylon designed virus. She thought about Helo. The man she’d given up everything for. The love of her life, but does her love of Helo means she had a soul? Whatever inhabited her body, it longed for her husband. She could see his square chin hovering above her, his deep eyes staring at her as he bent to kiss her. She loved him, the scent of him, the feel of him, the taste of him – she was more than wiring and software. A child laughed. Sharon looked around the quarantine area. She swore she’d heard a child laughing. Was it the virus making its way through her body? Was it the first sign of her body being infected? Was she about to die? Again she heard the sound of a child laughing. “Is someone in here?” Sharon asked. She was alone. She knew it before she’d asked, but she hoped someone would answer. She sat back down and ran her hand through her long dark hair. It felt soft to her touch. She imagined her hand being the hand of her lover. She could hear him whispering in her ears that everything would be okay. For a moment, for a glorious moment she felt a sense of calm come over her. And then she felt light kisses on her face. It startled her and somehow comforted her at the same time. Did the others hear the sound of a child laughing, and feel light kisses over their faces as the virus made its way through their bodies? Sharon closed her eyes. She was reading herself to die. Soul or no soul, she would go into oblivion with the thoughts of Helo dancing around in her mind. And the kisses, the kisses felt familiar, even though she’d never felt them before, something about them seemed familiar. “Hera,” Sharon whispered before she felt the kisses over her face again. She began to laugh to herself. She would die, and then she would be with her daughter. The kisses stopped. Sharon jumped to her feet. She looked around the room. The laughter was gone. Nothing was around her except silence. She was just about to call out for Hera when she felt a presence. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her thin frame. She felt the light kisses all over her face again. Her hair felt drenched in water. She fell to her knees. She heard the laughter start again, but it turned into a whisper. Over and over again, what sounded like a song was recited. Sharon slowly began repeating the words, “though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.” “Sharon,” she heard a familiar voice call her name. Sharon looked up; the doctor was standing over her. She slowly stood to her feet. Her hair still felt wet, her body felt weak, but the fear was gone. Her body radiated with resolve. “Your test came back fine. Whatever has infected the others, you seem to be immune to it.” The doctor said with a slight smile. The doctor walked away. The words were still roaming around in Sharon’s head. Everything would be fine. She would fear no evil.