God has chosen this time, this place, to test us...

[not_a_flaw]

...whether we fail or pass the test, is up to us.Standing in a reverent silence, D’Anna wondered how long it took for the consensus to be made, if any of the other models had even a moment’s hesitation before casting his or her vote in deciding the fate of her entire line. The more she thought about it, the less sure she was about actually wanting

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[theother_sharon]

"So where'd this come from?" Boomer said, surprised by the presence of the console, but not about to have any kind of hope that it meant there was a way off of the island.

Besides, there was no ship, no hybrid, just this. As far as she knew, anyway.

[not_a_flaw]

"Same place we did, I imagine. Appeared out of thin air." D'Anna was much more interested in why it was there at all. It had to have a purpose beyond just sitting there.

[theother_sharon]

Boomer wondered the same thing.

"But why here? Why now?" She asked, then approached, reaching one hand out to lightly touch the surface of the console, as if she needed proof that it was actually real.

She hadn't even addressed the fact that this was the first time she'd spoken to D'Anna on the island, despite hearing that her sister was there somewhere.

[not_a_flaw]

"I don't know. For reasons greater than you and I, clearly." Not that D'Anna had accepted answers like that in the past, but it seemed appropriate enough. "Perhaps we're meant to discover why on our own." Without their curiosity leading to punishment even.

"Or we could just write it off as the humans seem to do. Just another odd something of other. Blame the island." D'Anna was convinced it's the only way they slept at night. Just writing all of this off as something they'd never be able to understand, rather than figuring it out.

[theother_sharon]

God.

She should have known that D'Anna's answer would be that it was all part of God's plan. Believing in some divine plan had always been a stretch for Boomer.

"Maybe it's both," She suggested, though not sure if she believed it herself. "Maybe it's God frakking around with us."

[not_a_flaw]

"Nothing He does is without reason," she says, pulling her hand from the font and watching the beads of water drip off the tips of her fingers. "He isn't petty, and doesn't do anything with the sole purpose of frakking around with any of us."

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon found her sister with her hand in the console water, and joined her, lowering her hand into the water next to Boomer's.

"I wish it worked," she murmured quietly.

[theother_sharon]

"That'd be too easy, wouldn't it?" Boomer replied, not looking up, eyes fixed on her hand on the unlit console. It was dead, unresponsive, and though there was some underlying comfort in touching it, Boomer would never admit it.

"Why should we get a way off when no one else has?"

[blessed_by_god]

A long moment passed before Sharon answered. Boomer could think whatever she liked, but Sharon wouldn't lie to her sister.

"I don't want to leave."

[theother_sharon]

Boomer looked up at Sharon for the briefest of moments, then down again. Of course Sharon didn't want to leave.

"They don't love you, you know." She replied. "The Colonials."

They'd had this conversation before, in Boomer's past and in Sharon's future, but it didn't make it any less true.

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon didn't know if Boomer was trying to hurt her, or why. They had come from two very different parts of whatever timeline was going on back home, and Sharon knew that she had not been well liked by any means back on Galactica. Still, she tried to prove herself. Still, she gave everything she had.

Here, it was different. Leoben loved her, and maybe Starbuck in her own way. She had some friends. She was safe, she wasn't any different than anyone else.

"Maybe not," she finally said. "But I love them. My daughter's safe here, we both are. If Helo comes back, we can be together and no one will try to lock either of us up."

[theother_sharon]

"Not yet, at least," Boomer responded. Just because they seemed to love Sharon now, didn't mean they always would. She wasn't sure whether or not Sharon knew what they'd done to her on Galactica. What they'd done to her child.

It wasn't the kind of thing that someone did to a person they loved and cared about.

[blessed_by_god]

"They hardly even have a jail here, sister," Sharon said, a little testily. She looked over at Boomer, wanting to reach out to her so badly. "There's no reason to lock me up. Haven't you heard how this place is treated? It's a blank slate, you can't be punished for things you've done in the past."

[theother_sharon]

Boomer had heard. It didn't mean that she was convinced that it was completely true.

"Whatever." She said, not able to come up with much in response. Most of the people on the island hadn't been there back home. Most of them weren't Colonials or cylons.

"So I guess you never heard about what happened back home then." She said. "To Hera."

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon's hand slid slowly from the water, her whole body going tense.

"What?" she asked, her voice low. "What happened?"

[theother_sharon]

"The President and the Admiral told you she died." Boomer said, finally looking up at Sharon, gaze steady.

"They hid her in Roslin's school on New Caprica, and probably never would have told you if the cylons hadn't found her. She was on our baseship when I ended up here."