Title: Restoration
Author: Rina (seariderfalcon)
Summary: A memory is sparked, a scene, another one, and then it's all coming back to her in a rush.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and its characters are property of Universal Studios and Ron D. Moore. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I make no profit from writing or sharing this.
Her nerve endings sizzle and snap to life and the pain nearly overwhelms her. The scream that rips from her throat is just as involuntary as the jerking flail of her limbs. There's too much, too quickly, ripping through her body, being processed all at once.
It ends almost as soon as it starts.
Her eyes focus and she can feel and hear a steady pulse, a hum; it becomes a lullaby to her frazzled spirit, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold metallic chamber. A memory is sparked, a scene, another one, and then it's all coming back to her in a rush.
She manages to rise out of resurrection tank with a certain grace, but the effort exhausts her, even with the assistance she requested of her Centurion guardian. It's still just as draining as every time before it was and this part always frustrated her just a little bit. It's never been her way to be still and restful.
Slumped against the side of the tub and resigned to waiting for her equilibrium to reassert itself, she takes stock of herself. It's all familiar and yet anew.
A small scar that marred her ankle, the result of a glass of ambrosia that slipped from her hands and fell too close to her feet, no more. Where there had once been a paler, nerve deadened patch of skin from accidentally bumping her forearm into the hot metal of the cast iron heater in her tent, there was now creamy unblemished skin.
There had been the various scrapes and bruises from...
No.
She shudders and pushes that thought away as she runs her fingers over the renewed flesh, only letting herself consider that the physical reminders would've healed eventually anyway.
It's then that her gaze shifts to her left hand. Her heart constricts, rendering her breathless. The indention her wedding ring left is no longer there, and grief swells in her chest at its loss and everything it represented.
Saul.