Remix Fic: BSG Remix
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grav_ityAN: This fic was written for the bsg_remix, 2009 edition and originally posted here. It is a remix of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amathela's After Me Comes the Flood.
Spoilers: 1.12, Kobol’s Last Gleaming
Pairing: Helo/Sharon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not Mine (Title and summary from “Après Moi”, by Regina Spektor.)
Summary: You can't break that which isn't yours.
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Après moi, le deluge
Sharon didn’t mind the rain.
She doesn’t mind it because it’s new. She has never been this cold, never felt this chilled, never traced rivulets of water down her body with absent fingers wondering what they’d find at the end of their path. She has never roamed the woods of Caprica, never been in mortal danger, never pushed her tired muscles this far, and the rain was a part of her new adventure.
The rain was not new. She had been cold before, chilled in a pressure suit for EVA training, standing underneath a cold shower in a Battlestar so old it was literally turning into a museum. She’d done her survival training in the woods of Caprica, every time she stepped into her Raptor, she was taking her life in her hands, her muscles had made it through basic training like the rest of her, and the rain was nothing special after all.
She wishes she felt the way he did. Wishes she could pray to the gods to wash away the radiation that has ruined their worlds, wishes she had the quiet faith he possesses, wishes she believes that this can all be made new and whole again. But she woke up from the dream of heaven and discovered that she was an architect of hell, and now she has no choice but to continue on her path.
She prayed all the time. Let me make the trap and Let us not be caught and ohpleaseohplease, right there, please, gods! She prayed for Boomer in the first seconds of her life Let her find peace and Let her be rewarded and Thank you for not choosing me. She prayed for Helo and Chief and Adama and Kara, and if her ability to believe had survived the climb out of her resurrection pit, she would still pray. She has always told herself she is alone.
She’s supposed to seduce him. It’s not hard. She remembers the way he looked at her (at Boomer), and knows that this part of the Plan might be the easiest. She’s terrified at the same time, though, because she knows he’ll figure it out. He’ll know that she’s not her, and then he won’t love her anymore, and that won’t be enough to get the job done. She wonders if she can love hard enough for both of them.
She never knew touch before that night in the rain with him. The first time she sat in the seat of a Raptor, she knew all of the theory and none of the practical elements. She felt that way now as he looked at her after a hug that lasted just a little bit too long. When she came, she was like the rain; pouring out new strength and rejuvenation. He made love to her in the rain, and it was everything she had never prayed for. She believed that he loved her.
He doesn’t love her, of course, or at least he won’t love her when he finds out that the girl he loves is still on Galactica with the people she loves, where the rain will never, ever touch her. This rain will bring new life.
But the flood has only just begun.
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Finis
Gravity_Not_Included, June 14, 2009
amathela's After Me Comes the Flood.Spoilers: 1.12, Kobol’s Last Gleaming
Pairing: Helo/Sharon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not Mine (Title and summary from “Après Moi”, by Regina Spektor.)
Summary: You can't break that which isn't yours.
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Après moi, le deluge
Sharon didn’t mind the rain.
She doesn’t mind it because it’s new. She has never been this cold, never felt this chilled, never traced rivulets of water down her body with absent fingers wondering what they’d find at the end of their path. She has never roamed the woods of Caprica, never been in mortal danger, never pushed her tired muscles this far, and the rain was a part of her new adventure.
The rain was not new. She had been cold before, chilled in a pressure suit for EVA training, standing underneath a cold shower in a Battlestar so old it was literally turning into a museum. She’d done her survival training in the woods of Caprica, every time she stepped into her Raptor, she was taking her life in her hands, her muscles had made it through basic training like the rest of her, and the rain was nothing special after all.
She wishes she felt the way he did. Wishes she could pray to the gods to wash away the radiation that has ruined their worlds, wishes she had the quiet faith he possesses, wishes she believes that this can all be made new and whole again. But she woke up from the dream of heaven and discovered that she was an architect of hell, and now she has no choice but to continue on her path.
She prayed all the time. Let me make the trap and Let us not be caught and ohpleaseohplease, right there, please, gods! She prayed for Boomer in the first seconds of her life Let her find peace and Let her be rewarded and Thank you for not choosing me. She prayed for Helo and Chief and Adama and Kara, and if her ability to believe had survived the climb out of her resurrection pit, she would still pray. She has always told herself she is alone.
She’s supposed to seduce him. It’s not hard. She remembers the way he looked at her (at Boomer), and knows that this part of the Plan might be the easiest. She’s terrified at the same time, though, because she knows he’ll figure it out. He’ll know that she’s not her, and then he won’t love her anymore, and that won’t be enough to get the job done. She wonders if she can love hard enough for both of them.
She never knew touch before that night in the rain with him. The first time she sat in the seat of a Raptor, she knew all of the theory and none of the practical elements. She felt that way now as he looked at her after a hug that lasted just a little bit too long. When she came, she was like the rain; pouring out new strength and rejuvenation. He made love to her in the rain, and it was everything she had never prayed for. She believed that he loved her.
He doesn’t love her, of course, or at least he won’t love her when he finds out that the girl he loves is still on Galactica with the people she loves, where the rain will never, ever touch her. This rain will bring new life.
But the flood has only just begun.
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Finis
Gravity_Not_Included, June 14, 2009
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