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"We tried everything. She didn't respond." Boomer said, though even then, Hera was calming, her cries silencing as her mother picked her up. From the other side of the crib, Boomer frowned, arms stiffly at her sides. This didn't make sense.
She had tried everything, and nothing could get Hera to stop crying. It shouldn't have happened this way. They looked exactly alike. They had the same face, the same smell, the same genetic makeup. It should have been impossible for Hera to tell the difference, and yet, there it was, right in front of her face.
"Look! Hera knows her. That's amazing; you and she are biologically identical." Caprica said, stating the obvious, and Boomer stiffened, not looking down at the other cylon's hand that was resting on her arm, "Hera recognizes her mother."
"Good, because you can have her. I'm done with her." Boomer snapped. Why would she want a baby anyway? It was like Cavil had said-- maybe cylons weren't meant to have children after all. If they couldn't do it on their own, then what was the point in fighting it?
"You don't mean that. I know you still care about Tyol. And Adama."
"No." Boomer said, pushing their faces out of memory, trying to forget. "I'm done with that part of my life. I learned that on New Caprica. Humans and Cylons were not meant to be together. We should just go our separate ways."
Why else had Hera rejected her and every other cylon on the baseship? Why else had everything gone wrong? It was all just easier if they kept to themselves. Like before the destruction of the colonies. Not that Boomer remembered any of that. As far as she'd known, she'd been a kid on Aerelon. Of course, that was all a lie.
After Sharon touched the baby and said her stomach was hard as a rock, possibly because of a blocked intestine, she pulled Caprica to the other side of the room as Boomer watched.
She should have known that Sharon was only there to take the baby back to Galactica. There was nothing wrong with Hera. Only, when Boomer touched the child for herself, there it was. Just as Sharon had said. Why hadn't she noticed before?
"If you don't let me take her, the first of a new generation will die. God will never forgive you." Sharon was saying, somewhere, faded in the background, but all Boomer could see was Hera's face right then. All she could hear were Hera's cries. So, this had gone wrong too. Just like every other attempt the cylons had made at existing with the humans. She hadn't been able to do it, and neither had Sharon now. Her baby was sick. Defective.
'The next generation of God's children' was just one big joke.
"Maybe Cavil's right," Boomer said, over Hera's wails, eyes locked on the child, "Maybe God never wanted us to have children in the first place. Maybe it would be better for you if I just snapped your little neck!"
And then her hand was on the child's neck. What was the point of it all, if everything was going to fail?
Boomer looked up, and Sharon was rushing toward her. She tilted her head slightly, warning the other cylon. What reason did she have not to do it? She didn't owe Sharon any favors.
"Please. Please don't kill my baby girl."
Boomer's jaw stiffened. Her fingers twitched.
Why should Sharon have this, if she couldn't?
And then suddenly, there was a bright light. She didn't even know she'd been hit, that Caprica had blindsided her while she was concentrating on Hera. Of course Caprica would take Sharon's side. It figured.
Boomer had heard that every time you died, it was worse than the time before. Maybe it had been a Three that had mentioned it in passing, but right then, she couldn't really remember. The only thing going through her head as she lay there on an unfamiliar concrete floor was a headache that she didn't think she'd be able to shake any time soon.
But this...definitely wasn't like dying.
She sat up after a few moments, confused, pain shooting white-hot through her skull as she opened her eyes. This definitely wasn't the baseship, and it wasn't Galactica. Boomer had expected to wake up in either of those places or in a resurrection pod.
"Great." She said, trying to stand. "What now?"
She had tried everything, and nothing could get Hera to stop crying. It shouldn't have happened this way. They looked exactly alike. They had the same face, the same smell, the same genetic makeup. It should have been impossible for Hera to tell the difference, and yet, there it was, right in front of her face.
"Look! Hera knows her. That's amazing; you and she are biologically identical." Caprica said, stating the obvious, and Boomer stiffened, not looking down at the other cylon's hand that was resting on her arm, "Hera recognizes her mother."
"Good, because you can have her. I'm done with her." Boomer snapped. Why would she want a baby anyway? It was like Cavil had said-- maybe cylons weren't meant to have children after all. If they couldn't do it on their own, then what was the point in fighting it?
"You don't mean that. I know you still care about Tyol. And Adama."
"No." Boomer said, pushing their faces out of memory, trying to forget. "I'm done with that part of my life. I learned that on New Caprica. Humans and Cylons were not meant to be together. We should just go our separate ways."
Why else had Hera rejected her and every other cylon on the baseship? Why else had everything gone wrong? It was all just easier if they kept to themselves. Like before the destruction of the colonies. Not that Boomer remembered any of that. As far as she'd known, she'd been a kid on Aerelon. Of course, that was all a lie.
After Sharon touched the baby and said her stomach was hard as a rock, possibly because of a blocked intestine, she pulled Caprica to the other side of the room as Boomer watched.
She should have known that Sharon was only there to take the baby back to Galactica. There was nothing wrong with Hera. Only, when Boomer touched the child for herself, there it was. Just as Sharon had said. Why hadn't she noticed before?
"If you don't let me take her, the first of a new generation will die. God will never forgive you." Sharon was saying, somewhere, faded in the background, but all Boomer could see was Hera's face right then. All she could hear were Hera's cries. So, this had gone wrong too. Just like every other attempt the cylons had made at existing with the humans. She hadn't been able to do it, and neither had Sharon now. Her baby was sick. Defective.
'The next generation of God's children' was just one big joke.
"Maybe Cavil's right," Boomer said, over Hera's wails, eyes locked on the child, "Maybe God never wanted us to have children in the first place. Maybe it would be better for you if I just snapped your little neck!"
And then her hand was on the child's neck. What was the point of it all, if everything was going to fail?
Boomer looked up, and Sharon was rushing toward her. She tilted her head slightly, warning the other cylon. What reason did she have not to do it? She didn't owe Sharon any favors.
"Please. Please don't kill my baby girl."
Boomer's jaw stiffened. Her fingers twitched.
Why should Sharon have this, if she couldn't?
And then suddenly, there was a bright light. She didn't even know she'd been hit, that Caprica had blindsided her while she was concentrating on Hera. Of course Caprica would take Sharon's side. It figured.
Boomer had heard that every time you died, it was worse than the time before. Maybe it had been a Three that had mentioned it in passing, but right then, she couldn't really remember. The only thing going through her head as she lay there on an unfamiliar concrete floor was a headache that she didn't think she'd be able to shake any time soon.
But this...definitely wasn't like dying.
She sat up after a few moments, confused, pain shooting white-hot through her skull as she opened her eyes. This definitely wasn't the baseship, and it wasn't Galactica. Boomer had expected to wake up in either of those places or in a resurrection pod.
"Great." She said, trying to stand. "What now?"