mourning had already taken place. grief no longer keeping her bedridden for weeks upon end. the child no longer waking up with night terrors and questions as to what they had done wrong to lose her. both finding comfort in the ideation that amelia was at peace. the alarm buzzing throughout the room indicated that the day had begun. the calendar reminding her of the anniversary that had marked one year since they had lost all communication with amelia’s viper. the memory of the screaming that wracked frame leaving her hoarse and depleted. shaking the memory from head, laura proceeded to prepare for the day by performing small rituals she had carried since the incident. wedding ring adorning the hand that buttons up amelia’s preferred blouse. utilizing her favorite perfume that had been purchased as an anniversary gift. silent prayers to the lords of kobol to return her heart back in its rightful place and forgive her for the selfishness.
she had decided that it would be best to refrain from working that day. not while emotions were still high. plus, she didn’t want scarlett to be alone. making quick appearances in the cic, laura was just about to exit when the transmission came through the intercom. entire room falling into utter silence. was this another cylon ploy to distract and infiltrate? it was convincing. that voice that filtered so beautifully over the speaker, the verification of colonial signs. every fiber of her being wanted to go against her ethical code, become hypocrite to what she had chastised others for in past. fist clenched tightly as she stood opposite side of the glass, watching the officers question the red head on basic information. not understanding the disconnect with lapse of time. the door opened as indication that her turn was up. heart racing in chest with sheer terror that this was a trick, emotions would be detected and used negatively towards her or worse the fleet.
“ i believe it would be best if you were to answer that question first—“ voice nearly cracking with hesitation as she sits down slowly in the seat adjacent. shaking hands finding refuge in lap while doing best to look everywhere but the red head’s eyes.
whiplash hits in a flash of white blur, leaving senses disoriented, knocking air from lungs. having been lost in space for hours with no form of communication to base had been enough to induce fear, let alone the dead silence on the other end once contact had finally been made. relief should have been the only emotion to flood, but instead it’s nothing but nausea. the unexpected commotion that had met her upon landing caused confusion & anger to radiate in chest. she’s been given no explanation as to why a dozen armed soldiers had surrounded viper, or why body had been roughly shoved to the ground as arms were bound behind back. what the frak is going on ?
hairs of neck stand erect, chills crawling up spine as one voice stands out from the crowd: captain smollett died a year ago, it must be a cylon. it causes an uproar, CYLON : the term is thrown around carelessly with accusation. it comes from every direction, unfaltering, without warmth addressing her as if she were an inanimate object. not even starbuck offers any type of reassurance, features are sharp & unreadable. she’s lead through the hallways of the galactica like a prisoner, jeered, poked, prodded. they hate her. the boisterous roar of colleagues fades away as she’s brought to an interrogation room. there her commander awaits, facial expression is lax, but she can see it see the suspicion in his eyes. questions start off quietly, lacking emotion, until voice grows until booms, clearly annoyed with her confusion and inability to answer. the room falls quiet, disturbed by the soft creak of door that meant someone else was joining them. shoulders tense when the brunette comes into line of sight, breath catching & spine straightens. “ laura please- whats going on ? ”
fragile heart trembles, the love of your life refuses to meet gaze, painting you as a monster. desperate pleas fill mouth, choking as they claw at tongue, shredding cheeks in attempt to escape. not you too laura, oh gods please not you. mouth opens, ready to help case, but instead: silence. you dare not utter a word, for the mere idea of having her not believe you causes pain to surge throughout frame. tongue slides across lips, unable to focus on anything other than the constricting feeling in throat. head shakes with disbelief, eyes frantically searching the room to distract from the burning sensation of tears. “ i ... um, i already ” swallowing down thick emotion, gaze finally lands on adama, unable to look at laura. “ i don’t know how else to say it, i don’t ... baltar where is he ? surely he could perform his test on my blood ? ”
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