Decided to keep writing. I'm going away for the weekend, so I've got to get this out before then. If not, I'll be spending my whole trip thinking on it.

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Disclaimers are the same as the last chapters'.

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"Sharon. Sharon! You need to wake up now, Sharon."

Helo had been gone for an hour. Reaching down to touch her belly, Sharon remembered with a smile exactly how the little one had gotten there in the first place. She felt her cheeks begin to warm. It was a new feeling, one of…. Embarrassment? Am I really feeling embarrassed? She tried again to wake her sleeping counterpart. Time to try something different.

"Boomer!"

The former Lt. Valerii jerked up with a start, banging her head on the top bunk.

"Wha…what!"

Sharon shook her head with a smile, a little more than slightly amused.

"Sharon, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I…I know. I know. It's just…."

The pregnant woman felt almost as if she were dealing not with another adult model Cylon, but perhaps a human child, or a confused human teenager at the very least.

"Hard to deal with seeing yourself? Feel like you're crazy sometimes? Believe it or not, I know how you feel."

I doubt it. She hadn't had a moment's peace since she'd found the detonator in her bag, right before the water tanks blew. It was the beginning of the end. And yet…here she was again. I don't want it. I don't want immortality!

Putting a hand on her shoulder, Sharon sat down next to her.

"Just because you're part Cylon, doesn't mean that you have to live forever. You're part human, too."

When she had been led into the brig by the marines, Boomer had immediately cringed at the site of herself. To her, it was like being in the Base Star all over again. 'We love you Sharon.' She didn't want to lose control again. She'd just gotten back to the Galactica, and she didn't want a one-way trip to the nearest airlock.

"You can turn them off, you know."

"What?"

"The Others. You can turn them off. Can you hear that humming, barely underneath all the other noise? That is the Others. They are monitoring you – constantly trying to get you to listen to them. But you can turn them off, just like I did. The day that I fell in love with Helo."

Remembering back, the moment that the Six model told her she would have to kill him, she had severed the connection. There was no way she was going to let them near her again to endanger the life of her love, and now that of their unborn child.

A revelation like that caused Boomer to have a little more respect for this version of herself. She understood what it was like to feel that strongly about someone. A feeling that hadn't been awakened in a long time…until today; when she walked onto the Galactica's hangar deck, and saw him searching for her, too. Maybe there's hope, after all.

Her copy's voice brought her back to the present. She was still smiling.

"He still loves you, Sharon. You. Not me. We're the same, but different. Think of us as identical twins. It's all the Other ones out there that are the fakes."

The idea made her laugh aloud. It was good to think that they could adapt to be more 'Human' like this one had. That it wasn't just in her programming…that not everything about her was a lie. It made her look forward to her future, not away from it.

Sharon stood up from the bunk.

"Looks like we have a visitor."

Commander Adama had come to the brig.

"As you were. Marine? Open the hatch."

His order was quickly obeyed. He stood with a seriousness to his features, looking from the standing, pregnant Cylon to the one seated on the bunk.

"We have a slight dilemma here. What to call you both? You both have been known as Sharon. But only one of you has been known as Sharon, or Lt. Valerii."

"Commander?"

Pregnant Sharon rarely spoke to him. Their working 'relationship' had improved since the mission to Kobol, for both themselves and between her and the rest of the crew…but there were still moments she was afraid that he would still try to end her life.

"Go ahead."

"Why don't we just continue calling me Sharon, and since she actually served here on the Galactica in her previous…incarnation, most people probably still see her as Boomer."

The old man pondered it for a few seconds. It would work for now.

"Agreed. From here on you'll be called Sharon, and you'll still be Boomer. Marine?"

"Sir, yes sir."

"Take Sharon, that would be this one, down to the hangar deck."

He looked at her closely, checking to see if there was any sign that she would possibly turn against them. He then spoke to her directly.

"I need you to go down to the deck and have the Chief show you the raider that Lt. Thrace piloted in this afternoon. I want to know what it is we're dealing with. In return, you'll get to spend a little time with Lt. Agathon this evening."

Fair enough. There was a little feeling of joy beginning to spread on her insides.

"Yes sir."

The marines placed her in her customary restraints and she was led from the room, shrugging goodbye, leaving Boomer behind. Adama turned to look at her, still on the bunk.

"You and I, Boomer, have a good deal to talk about."

He pulled up the metal chair from the corner and turned it around backwards to sit down in front of her.

"Let's start with where and when you woke up."

She spoke, and spoke, recounting everything she had already said to Starbuck while they were still down on Caprica. She hadn't known it was Caprica back then. Everything from the darkness she felt, to the confusion she had when Leoben wasn't telling her where they were going, to the elation with seeing Helo alive, to the pure fear she felt at seeing Starbuck and Apollo while she had been peaking from behind the tree.

To her, it felt as if Cally had just shot her yesterday. The same pain. The same loss. And the utter weirdness she felt, being here, on the Galactica again. Being home.

As if hearing her thoughts, the Commander responded.

"This is your home, Boomer. I'd like for you to still think of it as such."

He reached out and placed a hand upon her shoulder.

"But there are still going to be some limits. We'll try and set up something a little more comfortable…for both you, and for the other Sharon. Unfortunately, this is going to be your quarters for a while. I'm still not quite sure we can trust you."

He looked down at his chest, remembering the surprise he'd felt as the bullets lay inside him. Boomer saw this, and tears began to slide down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry sir. I'm so sorry."

Perplexed at what to do for this woman who had previously been a vital member of his crew, he did the only thing he knew how - got up from where he sat, and put his arms around her while she sobbed.

"It will all be fine, Boomer. It will all work out fine."

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Had to break this up into several chapters, actually. Look for a couple more to be uploaded by the end of the night.

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