242 - Write about a time that you were the bearer of bad news.
I'm a Cylon.
I'll never forget the look on Kara's face when I was being arrested along with Tyrol and I had to tell her. It's different, though. I'm different. I'm not like the other skinjobs. This... this frakking switch just went off and I knew, and I kept telling myself that memories of Noyce Elementary School and growing up on Picon were real even though I knew they weren't.
Didn't matter. What mattered was the look on my wife's face.
Wife. There's a subjective term.
Still, I love her. You hear that, Kara Thrace? Despite everything I know about you, I still frakking love you. How about that? A Cylon is in love with you. Guess you're already used to that...
I'm a Cylon.
"Hey, Kara, remember how I used to kill skinjobs all the time with the rest of the C-Bucs? Or remember how I joined up with the Resistance to fight them off on New Caprica while you were gone living in that house with Leoben and I couldn't find you? Oh, and remember how I joined the Circle so we could airlock all those Cylon collaborators? Remember Every. Frakking. Thing. I ever did against all those toasters? Yeah, well, guess what, honey?"
Yeah, that didn't go over very well.
Could've been worse. She could've let me get airlocked.
Muse: Samuel T. Anders
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 230