Okie day. This has been sitting in my notebook for more than a week. I wrote it one day and never got around to typing it. So today I finally pulled it out, blew off the dust, polished it up and now it's being pushed out onto the intarweb.

This was mainly written with the songs You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson and Into the Fire by 13 Senses, which both happen to be on my Three/Five Fanmix.

Oh and cookies for the person who can name the title of a song used somewhere in the fic.

xoxo

He found her on the outskirts of Caprica City, the yellow orange sun about to dip below the horizon. She was standing on a constructed steel bridge that overlooked the river running between Caprica City and Delphi. The water below them rushed on, black and mysterious. It was too much chaos trying to be constrained by the rigid, unmovable river banks.

She was wearing white, and the fading sunlight refracted all around her as she turned to acknowledge him. She moved towards him and they exchanged a silent greeting before he noticed the dampness around her eyes, tears glistening on the cheek of a machine.

He drew her in, guided her hands into his jacket and around his waist. When they were close, not an inch of air between them, they could forget everything. Forget genocide of the human race. Forget plans and calculations and the collective. They could be boiled down to their essence, what they were made of, no matter what that might be.

After an eternity of being still, they broke apart, heads ducked down. It was almost as if they could feel the world crashing back in upon them, creating the pressure inside their chest's of guilt and sin and passion. The sun was gone from the sky now, light having been replaced with an eerie navy blue twilight.

Finally the silence that had surrounded them like a spell was broken when D'anna moved away to the edge of the bridge, eyes staring off into the night.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern plainly evident.

She gave a heavy sigh and closed her eyes, letting her cheek and forehead rest against the cool metal of a support railing, "Nothing that anyone can fix."

She felt the ambient heat from his body as he moved next to her, but she kept her eyes closed. "Why is suicide a sin?"

He didn't answer right away, and when he did his words were careful, slow and calculated, "Because God created life and it is his greatest gift to us."

Another sigh and he felt her lean slightly into him, only a small change in position, "But God didn't create us."

He snaked an arm around her waist as a cool breeze passed over them. "You know D'anna. We are a part of God's plan."

She pushed away to face him, "So what does that matter? Why would the sin of ending life be so much worse than any of our other sins?" She leaned into him, resting her forehead against his. "Why would it matter? What could it change?"

She moved away from him and climbed onto the hand railing, one arm on the metal support cable, the other stretched out into the breeze from the water.

"D'anna, please stop. Please come down," he pleaded. He reached out and placed one of his hands over hers on the cable. Even now, in this moment of grey despair and fear he couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was. Then tan skin and yellow hair he saw repeated on every copy every day on the street, now bathed in the purifying moonlight. "D'anna…"

She climbed back down, every movement simple and calculated. All the Three models had a sort of grace when they moved, but his D'anna made it her own, a clumsy sort of movement that made everything she did seem as though its perfection was an accident. A smile played at the edge of her lips and she took his right hand and intertwined her fingers with his, "Aaron, do you love me?"

Through all the programming, all the doubts and questions and the screams of the collective in his mind that told him to say no, he breathed the only answer that was true, "Yes."

The smile now spread across her mouth, but her eyes were still stormy. "Then this is for the best. There is no happy ending for us. If we continue this way it will only lead to ruin." She moved their clasped hands to her chest and he felt the truth. At some point in time, one of their brothers or sisters would catch them. Their models would be boxed, two models lost to the hive, a hole in the plan, a waste.

She lowered her voice so that it barely reached his ears before being carried off on the wind. "Come with me, Aaron. Even if it doesn't make a change, at least we will never be apart again."

He breathed slowly and looked out across the night. He gave a slight nod and they fell into one last kiss, sad and slow and longing to stretch on forever. After an eternity together, limbs intertwined the same way they had always been with them, their final kiss was over.

She took the first step up and he followed, this time his hand on the cable. With one final squeeze of their intertwined fingers, the two of them fell into the darkness, finally free, finally woken.

xx

They would find them a week later, a Three and a Five, bodies washed downstream to Delphi. The rebirths were watched carefully after that, trying to find the consciousness, but they never surfaced. The wrinkle in the collective fabric of their society was erased, forgotten. No one ever suspected, and not one of the thousand units in the system ever detected that loss of three of their own.