Multiple Meanings of Faith and Devotion (BSG, Caprica/Tory
Title: Multiple Meanings of Faith and Devotion
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Caprica/Tory
Rating: R
Summary: Tory likes being a Cylon, one of God's chosen. Or at least that's what she tells herself.
For pirateygoodness @ hot_toaster!
Tory has her own room on the Basestar. Of the four, she's the only one who decided to stay among the Cylons after the hostage release. The other three stayed behind on Galactica, assured of their safety thanks to Lee's declaration of amnesty.
They're fooling themselves if they think they can live as humans now that everyone knows they're not, but she can't make their decisions for them.
Caprica knocks against the wall to let Tory know she's present. "D'Anna says we've got half an hour until the fleet jumps. I thought you might like to know." Her tone is respectful, even a little bid adoring, because among the Cylons the four are heroes and not backstabbing toaster freaks. That's why she's here and not back on Galactica with the President. She doesn't want to have to apologize for something that wasn't her fault in the first place.
"Thank you," says Tory. The music is humming in the back of her mind, softer than it was before but still persistent enough to make it hard to concentrate. She wants them to jump now, because apparently the music won't disappear completely until they're actually on Earth.
To her surprise Caprica doesn't leave after giving Tory the news. Instead she hesitates for a moment before she walks in and sits beside Tory on the bed, a little closer than is entirely appropriate for two women who barely know each other.
"Are you all right?" she asks, gently squeezing Tory's hand in a reassuring manner. "It must be hard for you, having your true nature revealed after so much time living among the humans and their prejudices."
"You would think so," says Tory, "but I think I'm fine." And she is fine, or at least she would be fine if not for the worrying presence of that damned melody in the back of her mind. She's a Cylon and she doesn't have to hide it anymore, and when they jump to Earth she'll have played her role and destiny will be done with her.
Hopefully.
Caprica doesn't look very convinced about Tory's mental health, and she leans in a little closer to slide her hand up Tory's shoulder. Tory wonders if Caprica has ever heard of personal space, or if this is just the way Cylons usually act with each other. Not that she minds, of course, because Caprica's hands are nice and gentle and she likes the way it feels. She likes Caprica because Caprica is a Cylon just like her, and Caprica isn't going to judge her for being a toaster or frakking Gaius Baltar or maybe wanting to believe that there is one God and that she is a part of his plan to save everyone.
"Look, we'll be on Earth soon," says Caprica, apparently still of the opinion that Tory needs to be consoled. It'll be better once we get there, and everyone will be happy. They won't hold on to their grudges if they're happy."
"I'm not worried about the humans accepting me," says Tory, and she means it. It is more important that the Cylons accept her, and they do. They follow the path of the one true God, and she doesn't need the humans and their distractions anymore.
She twines her fingers in with Caprica's, her lovely Caprica who is already in love with Tigh and Gaius and God himself and is still happy and eager to love Tory too.
After all, Tory was chosen by God to be special, to be one of the four hidden away from the others so they could find the path to Earth. All of the Cylons want to love her.
"How sure are you that we're going to find Earth when we jump?" asks Tory.
"It's the only possibility."
"How are you so sure?" Caprica doesn't have the music in her head. She can't know, not like Tory knows. But she has faith, and Tory wants to hear her say it.
"God has a plan for us. He has already prophesied that we would find it," says Caprica. She slides her arms around Tory and lays her head down against Tory's chest as she lets the rapture of faith enter her voice. "It's already happened, so it must happen again. We are going as God's chosen people to our promised land."
She goes on, and Tory lets the words flow over her without really paying attention. Caprica's better at it than Gaius, because no matter how honest he's trying to be Gaius will never be able to say anything that isn't tainted by his past and his own inherent duplicity. But Caprica is heartbreakingly sincere, and it's impossible to believe she's not speaking the truth.
And Tory needs for it to be the truth.
The feel of Caprica's hands sliding underneath her shirt to touch skin knocks her out of her reverie, and so she hears it when Caprica says, "And you were there to guide us."
If she were a righteous person Tory would say that she'd never done anything worthy of praise. All she had done was hear the music, and Tigh and the others could have managed that without her. She doesn't know why she was chosen, but at the end of the day she was chosen nonetheless and Caprica is so devoted and so willing.
Tory has suffered, so maybe she does deserve this.
The jump to Earth is in thirty minutes, or less than that now. And until then she will have Caprica, lovely Caprica with her deft little fingers, and that will be enough to distract her from the music in her head.
*****
In the midst of her post-coital daze of warm happiness she suddenly hears D'Anna's voice ring out over the internal speakers. Tory can hear the joy in her voice as she says, "Commencing countdown to Earth. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Jump."
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Caprica/Tory
Rating: R
Summary: Tory likes being a Cylon, one of God's chosen. Or at least that's what she tells herself.
For pirateygoodness @ hot_toaster!
Tory has her own room on the Basestar. Of the four, she's the only one who decided to stay among the Cylons after the hostage release. The other three stayed behind on Galactica, assured of their safety thanks to Lee's declaration of amnesty.
They're fooling themselves if they think they can live as humans now that everyone knows they're not, but she can't make their decisions for them.
Caprica knocks against the wall to let Tory know she's present. "D'Anna says we've got half an hour until the fleet jumps. I thought you might like to know." Her tone is respectful, even a little bid adoring, because among the Cylons the four are heroes and not backstabbing toaster freaks. That's why she's here and not back on Galactica with the President. She doesn't want to have to apologize for something that wasn't her fault in the first place.
"Thank you," says Tory. The music is humming in the back of her mind, softer than it was before but still persistent enough to make it hard to concentrate. She wants them to jump now, because apparently the music won't disappear completely until they're actually on Earth.
To her surprise Caprica doesn't leave after giving Tory the news. Instead she hesitates for a moment before she walks in and sits beside Tory on the bed, a little closer than is entirely appropriate for two women who barely know each other.
"Are you all right?" she asks, gently squeezing Tory's hand in a reassuring manner. "It must be hard for you, having your true nature revealed after so much time living among the humans and their prejudices."
"You would think so," says Tory, "but I think I'm fine." And she is fine, or at least she would be fine if not for the worrying presence of that damned melody in the back of her mind. She's a Cylon and she doesn't have to hide it anymore, and when they jump to Earth she'll have played her role and destiny will be done with her.
Hopefully.
Caprica doesn't look very convinced about Tory's mental health, and she leans in a little closer to slide her hand up Tory's shoulder. Tory wonders if Caprica has ever heard of personal space, or if this is just the way Cylons usually act with each other. Not that she minds, of course, because Caprica's hands are nice and gentle and she likes the way it feels. She likes Caprica because Caprica is a Cylon just like her, and Caprica isn't going to judge her for being a toaster or frakking Gaius Baltar or maybe wanting to believe that there is one God and that she is a part of his plan to save everyone.
"Look, we'll be on Earth soon," says Caprica, apparently still of the opinion that Tory needs to be consoled. It'll be better once we get there, and everyone will be happy. They won't hold on to their grudges if they're happy."
"I'm not worried about the humans accepting me," says Tory, and she means it. It is more important that the Cylons accept her, and they do. They follow the path of the one true God, and she doesn't need the humans and their distractions anymore.
She twines her fingers in with Caprica's, her lovely Caprica who is already in love with Tigh and Gaius and God himself and is still happy and eager to love Tory too.
After all, Tory was chosen by God to be special, to be one of the four hidden away from the others so they could find the path to Earth. All of the Cylons want to love her.
"How sure are you that we're going to find Earth when we jump?" asks Tory.
"It's the only possibility."
"How are you so sure?" Caprica doesn't have the music in her head. She can't know, not like Tory knows. But she has faith, and Tory wants to hear her say it.
"God has a plan for us. He has already prophesied that we would find it," says Caprica. She slides her arms around Tory and lays her head down against Tory's chest as she lets the rapture of faith enter her voice. "It's already happened, so it must happen again. We are going as God's chosen people to our promised land."
She goes on, and Tory lets the words flow over her without really paying attention. Caprica's better at it than Gaius, because no matter how honest he's trying to be Gaius will never be able to say anything that isn't tainted by his past and his own inherent duplicity. But Caprica is heartbreakingly sincere, and it's impossible to believe she's not speaking the truth.
And Tory needs for it to be the truth.
The feel of Caprica's hands sliding underneath her shirt to touch skin knocks her out of her reverie, and so she hears it when Caprica says, "And you were there to guide us."
If she were a righteous person Tory would say that she'd never done anything worthy of praise. All she had done was hear the music, and Tigh and the others could have managed that without her. She doesn't know why she was chosen, but at the end of the day she was chosen nonetheless and Caprica is so devoted and so willing.
Tory has suffered, so maybe she does deserve this.
The jump to Earth is in thirty minutes, or less than that now. And until then she will have Caprica, lovely Caprica with her deft little fingers, and that will be enough to distract her from the music in her head.
*****
In the midst of her post-coital daze of warm happiness she suddenly hears D'Anna's voice ring out over the internal speakers. Tory can hear the joy in her voice as she says, "Commencing countdown to Earth. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Jump."