Sisters - B/K fic inspired by Chris Taylor's eponymous fic
As Sharon, exhausted after the long run, and following her guide, found her way in the maze and finally reached the emergency shuttle, which was more a FTL-capable escape pod than a real vessel, she stopped and turned her head back. The black haired woman stood in the corridor, half hidden by the smoke. Kendra - suddenly this name popped into Sharon's mind - made a slight gesture with her hand, but the Eight didn't understand its meaning. I don't know the code to open the hatch, and the door looks stuck, Sharon realized, and anyway, It'd be better for me to die here, along with the man I loved. I won't have to wait too long.
The foggy apparition, now almost surrounded by flames which were giving her skin an orange glowing color, seemed to feel her reluctance and mouthed one syllable. Go.
Sharon knew she had lost her mind and shook her head. In her distress, she had somehow imagined her past conversations with this attractive young woman dressed like a Colonial Officer, who had defined herself as a fallen angel. I even believed seeing someone looking like Helo, with a mirror image of myself. But I am the only one to blame: everything is my fault. I don't deserve to survive this.
Sharon remembered the horrible stench of the birthing cuves consumed by a hellish heat, announcing the forthcoming end of all. Through the curtain of her tangled and sweaty hair, Sharon watched her unreal companion, looking for the first time uncertain, turning herself her head to the far end of the corridor. Two more characters were present, Sharon couldn't have said since when. My God, what does this mean?
They were just there. Two women. Sharon recognized a Six, in civil clothes, maybe Colonial style, and an older woman, a human, wearing a Colonial uniform like Kendra. Deep in Sharon's mind, a forgotten talk with Baltar, involving some atrocious events, tried to make surface, but she managed to block it. The two women were holding their hands. Like sisters, or lovers... , Sharon thought, asking herself why she was wondering at this most inappropriate moment how Kendra's breasts would feel under her hand.
Are you tempting me or helping me, my ghost friend? Did you summon these other demons to give you counsel? Two miserable doomed creatures, like me and yourself? Like all of us, humans and Cylons, maybe? Why would you want to do that? Look at my hands: they are full of blood.
Feeling some viscous substance on them, Sharon looked down and examined her hands: they were indeed covered with a red liquid, and several of her fingers were broken. Sharon looked up again and could see a damaged and torn panel, with wires still oscillating like the hair of a vanquished gorgon, sticking out of it. Sharon knelt down and started to cry. Right in front of her eyes, the hatch door to the escape pod was open. What now, Kendra? Life or Death? Which one will it be? I'm still Sharon Valerii, and this is my choice.
Sharon felt lips kissing her forehead, whispering three words. After a while, she stood up and made a step forward. Good luck, Boomer.