Reunions and Revelations, Part I
Oct. 11th, 2017 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chiron_survivorStanding in Galactica’s hangar bay, waiting for her military escort, Adia placed a hand over her blazer’s pocket and felt the reassuring outline of her PINpoint. It was a gesture she’d likely be doing all day, anxious to get through her medical shift so she could finally meet with Captain Agathon and tell him about the Nexus.
Distracted by her nerves, she didn’t notice the Six approaching until the taller woman was right in front of her. “Adia!” she said, smiling with relief, reaching out, her fingertips grazing Adia’s sleeves. “You made it. I’m so happy.”
Adia stared up at the Cylon. Her hair, unlike most other Sixes, was dyed brown. “Julia?” she said hesitantly. She couldn’t think of another Six who would know who she was, let alone care about her.
Laughing sheepishly, Julia brushed a dark lock behind her ear. “Yes, sorry. It’s me. I thought I’d try something a little different…”
“It looks nice on you,” Adia replied. Julia blushed and giggled shyly at the compliment, which didn’t seem much like her, either. But a profound sense of relief flooded Adia anyway, to see her savior alive and well. “You made it, too. I was worried you’d be punished for what you did to Four…”
Julia’s smile slid into a bitter smirk. “Oh, believe me, they tried. Our schism came at a rather convenient time.” And then she lost her smile completely, her eyes bright with anger. “He would have killed you. Or worse. If I’d known sooner how quickly he’d turn from the Plan…”
“The Plan?”
“God’s plan. To show the humans mercy…” The anger in her eyes dulled to shame. “Not that the rest of us were doing much better… I’d blame it on One spoon-feeding us lies, but…”
Adia had never seen Julia so remorseful. Her pretty features were etched with guilt. “Julia. You saved my life.” She patted her arm reassuringly. “You were always nice to me.”
“That’s because you made it easy.” Julia’s warm smile returned. “I spent all that time talking about God, when what I should have been doing was listening. Especially to you, Adia. You showed me far more kindness than I deserved.”
The compliment was nearly too much, especially considering the source. Julia had changed far more than the color of her hair. “You listened well enough. We’re friends now, right?”
She had meant to say “allies”, but considering the delighted grin she received in return, she was grateful for her accidental word choice. “Yes,” replied Julia. “We are. And I can keep protecting you, like I should have done from the beginning.”
Adia’s brows furrowed. Only now did she take in the raptor flight suit that Julia was wearing. “But… but that’s so dangerous. You can’t resurrect anymore.”
“So?” A hint of a patronizing smile crossed her lips, the old Julia peeking out from behind her new repentant persona. “Humans don’t resurrect, and yet you risk your lives, every day. Besides, I’m good at it.” She mimed firing off a round of cannon fire. “Helps me get out my aggression.”
Adia knew that she should laugh, that Julia was showing off for her benefit, but worrying about others was a hard habit to break. “Okay… stay safe, though. As safe as you can.”
“I will.” She leaned in, then seemed to think better of it, placing a hand on Adia’s shoulder instead and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You, too.”
Distracted by her nerves, she didn’t notice the Six approaching until the taller woman was right in front of her. “Adia!” she said, smiling with relief, reaching out, her fingertips grazing Adia’s sleeves. “You made it. I’m so happy.”
Adia stared up at the Cylon. Her hair, unlike most other Sixes, was dyed brown. “Julia?” she said hesitantly. She couldn’t think of another Six who would know who she was, let alone care about her.
Laughing sheepishly, Julia brushed a dark lock behind her ear. “Yes, sorry. It’s me. I thought I’d try something a little different…”
“It looks nice on you,” Adia replied. Julia blushed and giggled shyly at the compliment, which didn’t seem much like her, either. But a profound sense of relief flooded Adia anyway, to see her savior alive and well. “You made it, too. I was worried you’d be punished for what you did to Four…”
Julia’s smile slid into a bitter smirk. “Oh, believe me, they tried. Our schism came at a rather convenient time.” And then she lost her smile completely, her eyes bright with anger. “He would have killed you. Or worse. If I’d known sooner how quickly he’d turn from the Plan…”
“The Plan?”
“God’s plan. To show the humans mercy…” The anger in her eyes dulled to shame. “Not that the rest of us were doing much better… I’d blame it on One spoon-feeding us lies, but…”
Adia had never seen Julia so remorseful. Her pretty features were etched with guilt. “Julia. You saved my life.” She patted her arm reassuringly. “You were always nice to me.”
“That’s because you made it easy.” Julia’s warm smile returned. “I spent all that time talking about God, when what I should have been doing was listening. Especially to you, Adia. You showed me far more kindness than I deserved.”
The compliment was nearly too much, especially considering the source. Julia had changed far more than the color of her hair. “You listened well enough. We’re friends now, right?”
She had meant to say “allies”, but considering the delighted grin she received in return, she was grateful for her accidental word choice. “Yes,” replied Julia. “We are. And I can keep protecting you, like I should have done from the beginning.”
Adia’s brows furrowed. Only now did she take in the raptor flight suit that Julia was wearing. “But… but that’s so dangerous. You can’t resurrect anymore.”
“So?” A hint of a patronizing smile crossed her lips, the old Julia peeking out from behind her new repentant persona. “Humans don’t resurrect, and yet you risk your lives, every day. Besides, I’m good at it.” She mimed firing off a round of cannon fire. “Helps me get out my aggression.”
Adia knew that she should laugh, that Julia was showing off for her benefit, but worrying about others was a hard habit to break. “Okay… stay safe, though. As safe as you can.”
“I will.” She leaned in, then seemed to think better of it, placing a hand on Adia’s shoulder instead and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You, too.”
