Caprica - Laura/Six Fic based on deleted scene...
I wanted one thing from "Taking a Break From All Your Worries", I wanted a Roslin/Six scene... Well, thanks to the handy-ness of internet, I got it... and then I wrote this...
Title: Caprica
Pairing: Laura/Caprica Six
Rating: PG
Word Count: 606
Synopsis: Based on the deleted scene of “Taking a Break from All Your Worries”…(so obviously spoliers for that ep.. and the one before..)
Disclaimer: There are Gods and they wrote this scene (YAY!) so the quotes are theirs… I’m just adding filler…
A/N: Maybe this could be a series? Please, Please, Please? (Vindication by actual Laura/Six screen/internet time has gone to my head.)
Caprica. She said her name was Caprica. They destroyed the planet and in some strange commemorative notion named her after it. I was incensed even as I pitied her for the pathetic reality her name represented. And she loved Gaius. That shocked me more. The words could have been hollow, meant to hurt - “suppose it’s a courtesy compared to how you treat your own kind,” - but the way she held herself, and then moved to the grate to hide the sadness I glimpsed in her eyes… emotions stewed in her, tormented her, as roughly as any human. I nearly choked on the word ‘love’ because while it was obvious that is what it was, attributing her with the capacity to love raised more problems than I ever wanted to face. If they could love, feel, perfectly imitate humans, did it matter that they were synthetic? She was sobbing now. Perfect shoulder blades shuttering before an accusatory finger said exactly what I had been avoiding. A fair trial. “Has all that withered away with your conscience, Madame President?” Insults I could deal with. What I was not ready for was what she said next - “Try him and I’ll be your chief witness,” - and the absolute void that stared from her eyes to slowly consume her expression. Emotions that reminded me she was real.
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“Gentle,” was the first thing I heard and for a moment it sounded like she could actually care. Until she gave her word that I wouldn’t be airlocked. It was the same thing she told Leoben before she did just that. Her smile changed when I reminded her, wider but badly faked because she was uncomfortably caught in her lie. No matter how many Cylons she killed she always felt stainless. Because we were not human. But I reminded her that our deaths at her hands were more humane than what she was subjecting Gaius to. She sat silently in response, letting the comment pass without address.
“Caprica.” She said when I told her my name. She repeated it in shock, handling it almost like a word too horrible... My name. The symbol of honour for enabling the Cylon victory over the colonies. In her voice it was only a thinly veiled reminder that my designation was not who I was but what I had done. I didn’t have a name I had a record. I was the hero of Caprica.
She said she recognized the authenticity of my feelings and then strangled the word love as if she couldn’t deem my emotions with that title. Another lie. If she couldn’t even say love she didn’t recognize my feelings in the least. I knew she wouldn’t allow herself to accept that a Cylon could love, it went against everything she believed. Every word from her mouth was just a convenient lie to forward her own ends and save her own beliefs. And I’m not fully sure she was aware of it.
“I’m trying to offer you a deal Caprica.”
She emphasized my name again, sounding out the syllables as I watched her, hating the disregard, the malice with which she said it but loving the sound coming from her mouth. No one had ever paid that much attention to my name. It had been ease of distinction but never who I was. The President was used to names. And now Caprica was mine. She hated me and therefore attacked, encompassed, and controlled the name as if it would have sway over my actions. But I got her in the end. “Try him and I’ll be your chief witness,” I said. She said nothing.