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BSG: Wild Dependence (Six/Sharon)

Inspired by BPAL's Sacred Whore of Babylon.

Title: Wild Dependence
Author: voleuse
Fandom: BSG
Pairing: Six/Sharon
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: One body, fastened to the forest of another.
Notes: Set before S1



She wakes.

She has always been awake.

A light flickers, outside of her, and she opens her eyes and stretches.

Her body is new and familiar at once. She rises, pulls away from the tendrils of the womb.

Before her is the sixth model.

And she says, "Hello, Sharon."


*


This is a tedious task, observing new copies as they wake, but this one is important. This one will bear the child.

"My name is Sharon," the copy repeats, and her tongue lingers over the name, as if she's tasting it. "Sharon Valerii."

"Yes." She draws Sharon further into the light, casts a careful eye over her body. There are no discernible flaws in the copy. She didn't expect to find any. "They call you Boomer."

Sharon nods slowly, and she can feel the hum of synchronicity, a slight edge she can't access, but only sense.

"You know what you have to do?" she asks.

"Of course." Sharon shakes her hair back, a quick gesture she's seen done by a hundred other copies. "He has to love me."

She draws closer to Sharon. "Love." She reaches out and draws a line over her collarbone. "Do you know what that means?"

Sharon raises an eyebrow, but doesn't pull away. "It's a human emotion. An illogical attachment."

She smiles. "And more." She traces her hands over Sharon's form, shoulders, arms, hands.

She's familiar with the model, though not in this capacity.

"We're friends." Sharon shivers under her touch. "He knows me."

She cups Sharon's breasts. "Do you have any doubts?"

"Oh." Sharon arches, pushes against her. "Is it really that simple?"

She trails a hand up Sharon's leg, the way Gaius used to do to her.

No, not her. Another copy.

"It is," she replies over Sharon's moan. "If you tell him what he wants to hear."

Sharon writhes under her hands, and she smiles.

*


This body is inexperienced, though the sensations are a dull echo in Sharon's memories.

She leans forward, grasps at the other woman's arms, grinds her hips against her hand.

She slides her own hands under shirt and jacket, marvels at the feel of her breasts, nipples hard against her palms.

Fingers twist inside her, and she gulps air back, shudders and bucks.

She's burning. Her bones are molten, and her mind blanks in an incandescent stream.

And then she's panting, skin and salt beneath her lips.

"That's what it's like."

Sharon blinks, tries to focus. "I see."

"Don't forget." She isn't smiling. "You're there for a purpose."

Sharon nods, shivers a final time.

"By your command."



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A/N: Title and summary adapted from Erin Belieu's Tick. Link courtesy of breathe_poetry.

Linked on hidden_elysium.

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shadowserenity
Nov. 23rd, 2005 07:51 am (UTC)
Fantastic :). I'm also of the mind that the Cylons created a copy especially for that purpose. They didn't snag a Sharon model from another assignment. Great prose, too :).

Are you interested in posting this at hidden_elysium?
voleuse
Nov. 23rd, 2005 05:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

Are you interested in posting this at hidden_elysium?

Oh, I am! I hadn't realized it qualified, but I just looked at the comm info again, and yes, it does. *g* Thanks for the tip!
poisontaster
Nov. 23rd, 2005 11:35 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. Very lyrical and yet pointed.
moodfic
Nov. 28th, 2005 06:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
raincitygirl
Nov. 24th, 2005 01:50 am (UTC)
Oh my (fans self), and I don't even usually LIKE femslash. That was actually a compliment to the story, though a clumsy one. So, yeah, good story. Hot, but also creepy and memorable and sort of uncomfortable. Does that make sense?
moodfic
Nov. 28th, 2005 06:05 pm (UTC)
*g* It does make sense. Thank you so much!
honibrownhateza
Nov. 24th, 2005 10:20 am (UTC)
Poor Six really is a sexbot. It's fascinating to witness her being Sharon's first lover. Intriguing. I've always wondered who was the designated Cylon cherry-popper.

Please make me hot and bothered by writing Helo/Apollo! If they're naked (the muscles, oh the muscles) in the shower covered in lots of soap, I'd be most appreciative.

Thanks for sharing this with us. Oooohhhh!!!
moodfic
Nov. 28th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks!

Helo/Apollo!

I think it's been requested before. I continue to ponder. *g*
honibrownhateza
Dec. 1st, 2005 11:07 am (UTC)
I'd be one very happy camper if this came to light. I couldn't possibly write it myself because it would completely plot less -- muscle heaven. Thanks for considering it.
weissman
Nov. 24th, 2005 01:43 pm (UTC)
I also think that the Cylons don't have Sharon models wondering around with Boomers memories.
Bob
moodfic
Nov. 28th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)
I do think they have access, somewhat, to Boomer's memories, but certainly they can't all be carbon copies of each other.

Thanks for the comment.
weissman
Nov. 28th, 2005 06:23 pm (UTC)
Thats would make sense, I also believe that Sharon cut off any contact with the Cylons when she and helo started running. If she didn't they woudl be able to track herm and know that she was bboth still alive and pregnant. We know that until final cut, they had no information and her status and whereabouts.
Bob
projectcyborg
Nov. 24th, 2005 07:13 pm (UTC)
eeeeee!!! Six teaching Sharon how to have sex is my ultimate cylon fantasy, and this is just gorgeous. so much machine in it, so much of the divine mission and of the ambiguity of the copy and of what it is to wake up a clone. mmmmmmm! *adds to femslash masterlist*
moodfic
Nov. 28th, 2005 06:07 pm (UTC)
*g* Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it.
maybedarkpink
Dec. 5th, 2005 05:54 am (UTC)
Oooh, that's... wow. Hot and creepy and makes perfect sense. Awesome job!
voleuse
Dec. 7th, 2005 04:01 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!
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