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Just when she was starting to think there weren't many more phrases a person could string together that could make her pause.
I think you should marry me.
As of this moment, we are at war.
Gaius Baltar is our new President.
Yeah, you're what I want.
This is your daughter.
You are the harbinger of death.
They're Cylons.
It's three words, and she feels like they've stopped her heart. No brain activity. No brain activity? Ishay's lucky she's already been called away.
Her eyes return to Sam, looking him over, searching his face. His eyes are closed and his breathing's deep and he looks just like she left him. Just frakking like she left him.
She bends over him again, the ends of her hair cascading onto his chest, and stays there, silent for a moment.
"I don't think she knows what she's talking about, Sam." She feels her chin tremble and goes on in a hurry. "She's just the assist, you know? The specialist" -- who said he was surprised Sam wasn't awake already -- "will look you over again. That mob of angry Cylons outside will just have to wait." It takes an effort and he can't even see it, but she forces the corners of her mouth to turn up. "It's okay. We'll make the rest of the story a real song and dance for them."
Any time now he's going to wake up and be happy to see her and reach out for her, and it's okay if he never lets her forget how much hovering she's been doing over him. She'll live with it.
I think you should marry me.
As of this moment, we are at war.
Gaius Baltar is our new President.
Yeah, you're what I want.
This is your daughter.
You are the harbinger of death.
They're Cylons.
It's three words, and she feels like they've stopped her heart. No brain activity. No brain activity? Ishay's lucky she's already been called away.
Her eyes return to Sam, looking him over, searching his face. His eyes are closed and his breathing's deep and he looks just like she left him. Just frakking like she left him.
She bends over him again, the ends of her hair cascading onto his chest, and stays there, silent for a moment.
"I don't think she knows what she's talking about, Sam." She feels her chin tremble and goes on in a hurry. "She's just the assist, you know? The specialist" -- who said he was surprised Sam wasn't awake already -- "will look you over again. That mob of angry Cylons outside will just have to wait." It takes an effort and he can't even see it, but she forces the corners of her mouth to turn up. "It's okay. We'll make the rest of the story a real song and dance for them."
Any time now he's going to wake up and be happy to see her and reach out for her, and it's okay if he never lets her forget how much hovering she's been doing over him. She'll live with it.