Top 15 Orphan Black Characters (as voted by the OB fandom): #13 → Shay Davydov
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Top 15 Orphan Black Characters (as voted by the OB fandom): #13 → Shay Davydov
How many of us are there?
Yeah. Yeah, that’s – that’s on her. Entirely on her. She feels her heart sink into her feet with Shay’s words. Mole. God, she was stupid, it wasn’t even her… it was never her. And now, unwittingly, she’s dragged her into the depths of this scientific hell anyway. The guilt hangs heavy, but she’s here to make it right. Not to make herself feel better, but she – cares.
“You… you’re right. I, um… yeah. You’re right.” She finishes off lamely, no apology spoken but clearly hidden just beneath the surface of her words. Her hand doesn’t stop moving, constantly fluttering from her head to her dreadlocks to her shoulder.
“… cuz, um, kind of hard to tell the difference when you all look alike and you’ve got, like, a barcode like you belong in the grocery store or whatever –” Holy shit. Bitterness leaks through her eyes; she finally drops her hand like she’s throwing it, her gaze locked on the wall.
“The… the, um, the Castor project is… we’re part of that, sort of. They –” There’s no going back now.
Her heart feels dull in her chest. She coughs once, twice.
“They’re clones. We’re clones. I’m –”
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT the twist of her throat, the way it knots like a gnarled root, that makes her think she is looking at mythology, conspiracy c l o n e s. so, Shay, tongue licking her lips, stares. not a casual kind of long glance, but the hard, steely gaze that peers through rifle scopes and picks off snipes from distances. the kind of stare that someone gives you the minute you dropped the bomb on cheating on them, or being mortally ill.
‘ that’s what you do in the “lab” all day? clone yourself? what’s the purpose... Special ops, CASTOR, that’s.... it’s Military, Cosima. do you realize what it means? the clones, they’re expandable... they’re... they’re probably getting killed. the more you make, the less they care.’
a moment’s pause suspends. Shay drives her fingertips through golden strands of hair, chest deflated as she sighs shoulders drop.
‘just, is that why you’ve got that... rare auto immune deficiency? or was it some bullshit and you’ve got worse?’
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“I – I know.” Her voice is thick with her remorse. “I’m sorry. I didn’t – I thought that if I didn’t say anything, it wouldn’t… it wouldn’t hit you. But it is.” It hits everyone she loves, everyone she cares for. Everyone. Even those she hates, it will hit them, too. Her own blood won’t be staining her hands anymore, not alone. It will be red with hundreds of others.
She stares at the wall, Shay’s words feeling like an echo. Take care of you… what the hell is that supposed to mean? Did Delphine just – hand her off metaphorically like a torch before fucking off to God knows where? A flush of anger rises on her ears until it spreads down her neck.
She glances at the card.
324b21.
“Why’d she…” she rumbles, but then, she realizes – she’s saying Shay is safe. She can trust her. And, as angry as she is at Delphine for that last strip of her own autonomy being taken…
“It’s – it’s like my –” She wets her lips. “My number. For, um, for identification purposes.” Property, like a goddamn barcode.
“Do you know anything about the Castor project?”
‘i was already involved with you, Cosima. and i’ve been suspected of being some kind of... mole,’ a sigh. a silence that hangs in the air.’the point is that, all of this... everything hit me the day i met you. there’s no going back from that.’ and i don’t regret anything.
the fabric of her skin wrinkles, runs up in loops over the bridge of her nose.’ identification purposes? but, for what?’ she had no idea scientists, working on some voids and whatnot, needed tag numbers. unless the agency she’s working for is... military? NASA?
but even then it doesn’t make sense.
‘ why would i know anythin’ about...,’
moving closer one hip at a time and keeping a healthy swallow of SPACE between herself and Cosima, shay blinks.’i know it’s special ops. but it’s confidential. i never had the... the credentials to access the files. w-why? does it have anything to do with you?’
Off the table? The way she says it brings scraping tree branches down her back until she arches away from prickling anger. (Shay has the right to be angry. But still, she hasn’t heard from Delphine in months and – after their parting – she feels nothing but guilt sitting in her stomach like a rock. At all of this.)
“I don’t know, Shay. I don’t – I don’t think so?” She questions her own words, squirming against her own discomfort. Hands rise in the air in a flash. “I don’t know where she – look, it doesn’t matter, this has nothing to do with her.”
She bites her lips; she feels so tired. Can’t this just end? Can’t they live normal lives?
Conscience. (Does she have one of those anymore? She doesn’t think she does, not after what they did to Rachel.)
“Look, I know you’re, like, not thinking highly of me here, which… you know, totally valid, but do you really think I’d come here saying you were in danger just to make myself feel better?” There’s a bite in Cosima’s words that makes her brown eyes flicker with flint. I just want you safe. And the only way I can is if you know at least… at least a little –
She swallows. “324b21.” She says it slow, carefully, like deciphering a code to dismantle a bomb. Three-two-four-bee-two-one.
‘then what could it possibly be?’ She isn't in the habit of reproach, there's always something you do or say that could bite you right back in the butt cheek. but even still, the tug of her lips is threadbare, summoning she owns of sternness. wary of what could happen, what could go wrong if she didn’t listen to Cosima’s warning. in danger? what does it mean.
'the last time i saw you, you left, and you didn’t even bother telling me what was really going on, Cosima.’
she throws back the words with grit-run venom. ‘but you’re right, this isn’t about her it’s about you.’
a brow creeps up, crawling past the hang of shaggy bangs. her forehead winds and twists, all confusion and genuine curiosity.’ she came here, you know... Delphine,’ a pause.’she told me to take care of you, that she wouldn’t be here to.... i don’t remember what she was saying but she gave me this,’ she grabs the small DYAD card and hand it over to Cosima. ’said you’d tell me when you were ready to... as you can imagine, i lost hope to ever see you again so,’
Psycho gi– “No. She – she hasn’t been heard from in months, we don’t –” We. We. Careful, Cos. Her fingers titter nervously against the top of her dreads.
Her sigh is mournful and grateful all at once when Shay lets her in. (She shouldn’t. By all accounts, she should tell Cosima to hightail it out of here and never set foot on her doorstep again. She’s too good for Cos, for all of this.)
“We don’t know where she is. Um… I – I’m sure you’ve got, like, a million questions, just…”
‘so, she’s off the table? won’t, i don’t know, show up out of the blue again...?’ that’s a relief, but also more questioning. Delphine was telling her the truth the night she gave her that DYAD card 324b21 ? still has no meaning to her.
her molars make company with their neighbors. enamel scrapes ; she should have slammed the door in her face. but there’s this constant loneliness that gapes her chest open like a second death. and her stomach stirs. she’s weak for that woman anything Cosima can offer, she’ll take it with open arms.
‘ who knows, maybe she left the country.’ she snaps, still bitter about her. after all she almost tortured her. it’s a touchy subject.’look, if you’re here for your conscience, then leave. i don’t want to hear it if... if you’re only doing it to feel less shitty, or whatever.’
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Her shoulders sag with the weight of those words. She has something more necessary to talk about than – forgetting things, though.
“Listen, I didn’t – I don’t want to drag you into this shit, but you’re –” She swallows. “You’re in danger.” Her eyes are desperate, let me in.
‘ is this about your psycho girlfriend again? ‘cause i’m calling the cops.’
Shay shoves her fingers, laces them through the shag of her hair, and shoves it off her brow. there’s a twinge of something like defeat as she comes to her decision.‘come in,’
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You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs [text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar. [text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year [text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something. [text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex. [text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted [text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job. [text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes? [text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles. [text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! 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[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone [text] never. drinking. again. [text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see. [text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night [text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now [text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction. [text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.
“You can’t play with someone’s life like that.”
But I love her.
“Love…is not an excuse.”
You can join the US military at 16 with a guardian signature. also STAT Meds= stated medications. The uniform is standard non afghanistan US Army. Hope that helps
Naturally the first thing I should want to do with the OB S3 DVDs is take another gander at Shay’s background check files. delphinecosmier did a great job already, but there are a few things that are a bit curious. Even though I don’t know if Shay will be returning. … *sigh* Because I do think it was an interesting decision to provide so much information about such a minor character, to the degree that I have a basic character sheet whereas I have none with more central characters like Cosima. I haven’t even figured out how Scott furnished his place so quickly. He unpacked at super speeds.
This picture kills me every time I see it. Shay is clearly sitting in her own apartment. This surveillance picture was taken through the blinds or curtains. Close your blinds, please. I sincerely hope they closed the blinds at some point because I can’t help but wonder what other pictures were obtained, if not. Also, how long does it take to light that many candles on the regular? I like to imagine conversation being carried out while Shay goes around the room.
A few interesting things here.
I’ve noted before the dates, but S3 seems to take place in 2014, meaning Shay has been in Toronto for about a year. The date on the “current” side is weird, but it reads 2014-05-2013. Certainly predating Cosima’s arrival if we take this to mean that somehow even with all the timey whimey nonsense, Cosima hasn’t been in Toronto for more than perhaps two months, maybe.
Shay is a registered massage therapist, but she’s not currently employed at any named establishment. Interesting. This may mean she’s outright unemployed at the moment, which again raises questions about her financial state. (Other possibilities include Shay Davydov being Kenzi Malikov and riding on Santiago money. With the timey whiminess, this could be in Lost Girl’s future.)
The dates of her residing in Manitoba only go back to 2009, but 2006 puts Shay in Weston Smith Community College studying Chinese medicine, but not completing that course. She would have been 20 years old. If Shay was–for whatever obscured reason–USA military, the earliest she could have enlisted is at age 18. If the schooling followed an enlistment, she only did 2 years in the military.
The notable thing is that her uniform seems to be what Paul wears?
That similarity is very conspicuous and way too deliberate to be coincidence. If there is a connection, then there’s some possibility that Shay could have served with one of or some of the Castor clones when they were possibly around 18 years old themselves. (? I have no idea how old the Castor clones are supposed to be as compared to the Leda branch.) She wouldn’t have had to have known they were “Castor” clones, but that’s an interesting thought that her service might have overlapped with theirs. Obviously what this needs is that Shay was BFFs with the gay one and they totally bonded over chafing under Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. (I love this thought way more than I should.)
Underneath Shay’s head shot, though, is a medical report? It looks like an original document? Which is … strange or intriguing. If it’s from Shay’s enlistment, there are a few questions there as to how it was acquired. I wish I knew what any of the headings and categories were. What does “STAT MEDS” refer to??? Because there’s something listed there.
Again, I don’t know if Shay is returning but they’ve done a bit of character foundation for her. (That they didn’t tell her actress about prior but, y’know, Orphan Black.) On paper I find Shay intriguing because I have a lot of questions about life decisions she seems to have made. Like she seems like a nice girlfriend, so why didn’t past relationships work out? How is she paying for her lifestyle? What brought her to Toronto? Is she a US citizen? If they were thinking of Shay as a long-term character, how did they see her as fitting into the larger story when, aside from a military connection that seemed to play like a red herring, in S3 at least, nothing seems to tie Shay to anything? There’s no professional interest, unless she is some sort of spy. Even the romantic angle is really hard to sell after everything Shay went through as a consequence of forming a connection with Cosima.
???????
I dunno. I really don’t. It would be super easy to cut Shay out moving forward. But someone had an idea and I have to admit curiosity as to what it was. I mean, she doesn’t even have a TV or computer (but, yes, wi-fi?), very deliberate choices when you see Scott’s place in comparison.
*sigh*
Honestly, I just want to see her cute face again.
ETA:
The uniform, then, is not important.
I still think Shay probably would have enlisted at 18. If any younger, there’s a story there.
Could have been on medication at that time?
Shay,sex tips for lesbian sex?
‘Whoa, okay, someone’s fast in business um, don’t rush. the clitoris has 8,000 nerve endings in it. That’s twice that of a penis! So, go gently until encouraged to do otherwise. ummm, what else… what else… oh, sex toys can open up a whole new world to the ladies who are willing to explore. just saying. but don’t impose, communicate and see if they’re comfortable with it. might i add, certain positions feel better than others. Switch it up and find out what works for you and your partnerOverall, have fun and don’t worry if you can’t achieve orgasm the first time. you’re not broken, i promise. try adding some foreplay && cuddles in the lots. a favorite of mine.’
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