Sharon followed D'Anna and Cavil through Galactica's familiar corridors for the first time in… Had it really been more than three years? It wasn't a comfortable experience, there was far too much hostile attention directed her way for that, a harsh reminder of that last time. She could almost feel the shackles on her wrists.
A sudden spike of pain, there and gone like a lightning strike, shot through her midriff and she choked off a gasp, forced her gaze to remain unflinching on Cavil's shoulders when her instincts screamed at her to search for the source of the shot through her gut. But Cally wasn't there. The smell of cordite that filled the overscrubbed air was nothing more than an olfactory phantom of which only Sharon was aware.
To calm herself, to reestablish the equilibrium she needed to complete her mission, which was not the one Cavil and D'Anna had brought her for, Sharon thought of the things she missed from her time on the old battlestar. She thought of the crappy food. Of the showers that sometimes ran too hot and others too cold, but that always seemed to be just what she needed after a long CAP. And even better when Galen could slip away to meet her there. She nearly smiled at that thought. It had only happened the one time, not long before… well, before her life had fallen apart.
If she could have just one thing from her old life, just one, it would be that – the solid presence of Galen Tyrol in her life. But as her group rounded the corner and she saw her sister standing there, back straight, face expressionless, Sharon knew that there could be no return to the life she had loved.
It had all been a lie anyway, hadn't it?