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It was the dead of ship-board night, and Sharon walked the halls of Galactica alone. She had tried to sleep, but once again, the walls of her rack had closed in on her, driving her onto the cold metal floors of home. The layout troubled her slightly, as it always did. Something about it nagged at her, awakening her loneliness and evoking a feeling that she didn’t truly belong. She ignored it as best she could, until she could resist no longer, and her bare feet found their way to the hangar deck. She padded along the upper gantry, looking down at the figures toiling there, until she stopped and sat on the floor, her legs dangling over the edge, her forehead resting on a railing.


Chief Tyrol hated working the early shifts, but while he did make the schedule, he couldn’t control when illness and overwork would leave him no choice but to take up the slack himself.

There was a full workload that morning, and he spent much of it up to his elbows in viper avionics, and checking on the others' progress.  After a few hours, he found just a moment to steal away, and sit, staring at the deck.  After perhaps two minutes, he felt a light touch on his hand.  He looked up, knowing who it was. 

Cally smiled, kissing him ever-so-lightly on the lips.  He returned the smile, took her hand and squeezed it for moment, and then went back to work.  He did not once look up at the walkway overlooking the flight deck.


Sharon stared fixedly down at the small patch of the flight deck, the isolated patch of quiet where the Chief liked to go for a moment alone.  She heard someone approaching alone the walkway, and looked up to see another her, naked, come up and sit beside her.  Sharon—Boomer—said nothing.  The other Eight waited a minute, and then said: “I can see why you come here.”

“Y-you can?” Boomer blinked.

The other nodded.  “It’s very peaceful.  I like the way the waves curl in and out.  It’s very soothing.”

Boomer swallowed, and then joined her model-sister in her projection, a seaside view very popular with their fellows.  Boomer hated it.  It wasn’t based on anything she’d experienced, and sitting here, she was far too close to the water.

Her sister put her arm around Boomer’s shoulder, and kissed her on the cheek.  “I know you miss them, but they didn’t love you for who you are.  We do.  You’re better off with us.  After all, here, you can be anywhere you want to be.”

Boomer nodded.  Her sister smiled, and stood up, and went on her way.  As soon as she was gone, Boomer returned to the Galactica, and looked back down at where her life had been.  So long as she focused there, she could ignore the troopers marching about and repairing raiders, and cling to the image of home. 

Date: 2008-03-30 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millarific.livejournal.com
Wow, this is beautiful. A wonderful little beat in the sad life of Sharon Valerii. God, the thought of her living this way on the basestar, trapped forever there, consoling herself with the bittersweet dreams of the home that rejected her, projecting herself into a scene of the man she loved kissing another woman? Gah.

I was so floored when I realized the trick ending. What a clever way to show the mirror lives that both Sharons were living, among the Cylons and on Galactica.

Oh, and on a slightly random note: I really love the image of Sharon's feet dangling over the railing. I can't quite explain why, but it's really poignant.

You should really post this to the [livejournal.com profile] bsg2003_fics community.

Date: 2008-04-01 03:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrdwritere.livejournal.com
As you can see, I took you advice. And thanks for the editing suggestions. I took some of those, too.

Date: 2008-03-31 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fuschia.livejournal.com
I love the emotion and imagery in this - you've interconnected them wonderfully1

Date: 2008-04-01 03:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrdwritere.livejournal.com
I didn't write it in script format, but I imagined this as a good intro for an episode that finally gets back to Boomer. (which they desperately need to do)

Date: 2008-04-01 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] danniisupernova.livejournal.com
OMG Boomer!fic. Boomer!fic always makes me happy.

First of all, I love how you've captured this whilist staying true to the character. I love the childish pose she's in and the reaction of the other 8. I loved the mislead. This was quite a lovely way to get ready for bed ^^

Date: 2008-04-01 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrdwritere.livejournal.com
Thanks for commenting. I'm pleased the mislead worked, and I hope you had pleasant dreams.

Date: 2008-04-01 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sabaceanbabe.livejournal.com
We never think of Boomer and projecting, but she *is* a Cylon and she is living among Cylons now. Of course she would eventually pick up the habit. And of course the poor girl would project her home, even though, at least in her own mind, she's no longer welcome there.

This is beautiful. Stark and powerful. Thank you.

Date: 2008-04-01 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrdwritere.livejournal.com
Well, I know from experience how tempting it is to live in a fantasy world. I can't imagine how I'd ever resist the temptation to do so if I could do it Cylon-style, and Boomer is far more unhappy than I was, say, in junior high.

Thank you.
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Date: 2008-04-02 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrdwritere.livejournal.com
thank you. I'm so glad that you liked it.

Date: 2008-04-02 02:50 am (UTC)
ext_47: a wolf looking at reflection in a lake (BSG -- Sharon)
From: [identity profile] silverblade219.livejournal.com
This is amazing. I love the fact that she is projecting her life on Galactica, and the she seems to be watching how she thinks they are now--without her, never even looking up to the place she is imaging herself to be. It really captures Boomer's mental space. (Poor Boomer.)

Date: 2008-04-02 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrdwritere.livejournal.com
I like that view of it. My thought was that the scene with the Chief actually happened on Galactica, and I was juxtaposing the two scenes to imply simultaneity and create irony, perhaps as the opening bit of an episode that will never get made. I hadn't considered the idea of projection with characters. I may have to do something with that. THanks.

Date: 2008-04-02 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daybreak777.livejournal.com
What a quiet moment in Boomer's life. I imagine she feels forgotten, while she can't help but remember. I also love the idea of projection in fic. The two different projections kind of show how distanced Boomer is from both the humans and her sister Cylons.

Thanks for remembering Boomer. I hope the show continues her story and we see what's happened with her on screen. I'd like to know where her real home ends up being.

Date: 2008-04-02 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrdwritere.livejournal.com
Me, too.
I fear that her life has become a box from which she can't escape, and that in the end the Cylons will just box her.

Date: 2008-04-03 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raincitygirl.livejournal.com
Oh, this is nicely done. Boomer's arc really has sucked, and you capture that so well.

Date: 2008-04-03 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyrdwritere.livejournal.com
Thanks. I think one of the things that's kept me coming back to BSG is the drama of Boomer's journey of self-discovery, and the hell it's become. My biggest frustration is that the creators seem to have lost interest.


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