TM #161 - The Morning After
This kind of stuff doesn't happen outside of romance novels. Not that I used to read much of that stuff before, but now that there's just a few hundred books still in existence, you read what you can. And I guess it happens in girlie magazines, too, for that matter. But not to me.
I'm well aware now of the fact that it was a plan, situations were engineered and circumstances manipulated into providing just the right setting. The Cylons did everything they could to make sure that I'd fall in love with Sharon Valerii and then take the opportunity to make love with her. They succeeded.
As far as I knew at the time, she was the same Sharon I'd known her entire short tour on Galactica, the pilot of my Raptor, and the rook we all knew was hooking up with the Chief. And yeah, for the record, she was also the woman I'd had feelings for the whole time. Sharon had been stranded on occupied Caprica, just like me, and had been taken by the Cylons.
We'd been running for what seemed like years, trying to stay ahead of the enemy and figure out a way to get off-planet. They got her, and I got to rescue her. I'm not going to lie and say that it didn't feel good to play the hero, and when I told Sharon that I couldn't bear to see her get hurt, that was the truth, too.
A storm-- a really huge storm-- was about to break. You couldn't write a better scene, and I played my part. We made love, right out there in the forest.
The morning after? It could've been a whole other world. I know it sounds crazy, with the Cylons on our asses and nobody left on the planet but us, as far as I could see. But I had more than me to worry about, to care about. I had Sharon. I loved Sharon.
And maybe the circumstances were a lie, but that was the truth. It still is.
And it is a whole other world now.
Capt. Karl "Helo" Agathon
Battlestar Galactica
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