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For Sorrow Sung, Chapter 5
Title: For Sorrow Sung
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (new series)
Author: shadowsong26
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings/Warnings: For this chapter: Helo, Hughes, Racetrack, Cally, OFC. Canonical character death.
Summary: Five days after the shooting, Helo interviews Atia; Hughes considers how best to approach her.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.
Note: This is a work in progress. It's possible I'll end up revising and reposting this at some point, but it's largely finished. Thank you for your patience, and any feedback is welcome!
Chapter 5
Fourteen Days Before Gaius Baltar's Trial
Galactica
Helo went directly to the infirmary after receiving Cottle's message.
"Ten minutes, Captain," the doctor told him, and he nodded and approached her.
"Miss Reyes?"
She looked over at him, blinking groggily. "Uh-huh?"
Okay. Aware, but hazy. This might take a while. He pulled over a chair. "I'm Captain Karl Agathon. Can I talk to you for a couple minutes?"
"Sure."
He pulled a chair over next to her bed and sat down in it. "Do you know where you are?"
She blinked. "Hospital?"
Helo nodded. "Do you remember anything of what happened?"
Miss Reyes hesitated a minute, then nodded. "Shot."
"Did you see who shot you?"
She nodded, reluctantly.
"Can you describe the shooter?"
She was silent again for a long moment. "Was bored."
Helo blinked. "Come again?"
"Was bored. Shot myself."
He stared at her. "You...shot yourself."
"Uh-huh."
"From six feet away."
She looked momentarily panicked, then found an answer. "Used a string."
"You used a string."
She nodded.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "What happened to the gun?"
"Gun?"
"We didn't find the gun used to shoot you."
"Oh." She thought for a minute. "Threw it away."
"You threw the gun away."
"S'what I said."
"After shooting yourself in the chest. Twice."
"Yes."
"From six feet away."
"Used a string."
"So you said." Helo let out a long sigh. "Let's go through this again, okay?"
"Told you what happened."
"I know you did. I'd just like to hear it again. Please?"
Miss Reyes looked a little sullen, but nodded.
Helo tried asking the same questions and as many variations on them as he could, but she never wavered in the overall story. When he questioned her on specific details--about the gun, the string she'd used, how she'd rigged it--she did forget and made new things up if he waited long enough. Eventually, though, he had to break the conversation off with no more information than he'd had when he started.
~~~
Atia--
It's safe. He wants to help us. You can talk to him.
--GB
Hughes refolded the note and stuck it back in his briefcase before walking out onto the hangar deck. Now I just need to figure out how to get to her before someone else leaks it.
"Waste of my time and energy, flying Baltar's lawyer back and forth from Zephyr."
He smiled to himself. Good. As long as you're busy hating me, you're not paying attention to what I'm actually doing. He'd cultivated a number of annoying little habits to make sure that hatred remained of the Oh Gods Stay Away From Me flavor and not the Obsessive I Must Destroy You one.
"...tries to whisper into my ear when he talks. I've got a helmet."
He bent forward. "Sorry," he whispered, then smiled at the pilot.
"Mr. Hughes."
One of the mechanics--Cally Tyrol, he'd made a point to learn all their names--helped him up into the Raptor. "Thank you," he said, with a much more genuine smile. She rolled her eyes and jumped down.
He settled himself into his seat, kicked off his shoes--one more way to be annoying--and ran through his last conversation with his client in his head one more time.
There was a sudden flare of heat spreading from beneath him, and the world faded around him into a bright, endless white.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (new series)
Author: shadowsong26
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings/Warnings: For this chapter: Helo, Hughes, Racetrack, Cally, OFC. Canonical character death.
Summary: Five days after the shooting, Helo interviews Atia; Hughes considers how best to approach her.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.
Note: This is a work in progress. It's possible I'll end up revising and reposting this at some point, but it's largely finished. Thank you for your patience, and any feedback is welcome!
Chapter 5
Fourteen Days Before Gaius Baltar's Trial
Galactica
Helo went directly to the infirmary after receiving Cottle's message.
"Ten minutes, Captain," the doctor told him, and he nodded and approached her.
"Miss Reyes?"
She looked over at him, blinking groggily. "Uh-huh?"
Okay. Aware, but hazy. This might take a while. He pulled over a chair. "I'm Captain Karl Agathon. Can I talk to you for a couple minutes?"
"Sure."
He pulled a chair over next to her bed and sat down in it. "Do you know where you are?"
She blinked. "Hospital?"
Helo nodded. "Do you remember anything of what happened?"
Miss Reyes hesitated a minute, then nodded. "Shot."
"Did you see who shot you?"
She nodded, reluctantly.
"Can you describe the shooter?"
She was silent again for a long moment. "Was bored."
Helo blinked. "Come again?"
"Was bored. Shot myself."
He stared at her. "You...shot yourself."
"Uh-huh."
"From six feet away."
She looked momentarily panicked, then found an answer. "Used a string."
"You used a string."
She nodded.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "What happened to the gun?"
"Gun?"
"We didn't find the gun used to shoot you."
"Oh." She thought for a minute. "Threw it away."
"You threw the gun away."
"S'what I said."
"After shooting yourself in the chest. Twice."
"Yes."
"From six feet away."
"Used a string."
"So you said." Helo let out a long sigh. "Let's go through this again, okay?"
"Told you what happened."
"I know you did. I'd just like to hear it again. Please?"
Miss Reyes looked a little sullen, but nodded.
Helo tried asking the same questions and as many variations on them as he could, but she never wavered in the overall story. When he questioned her on specific details--about the gun, the string she'd used, how she'd rigged it--she did forget and made new things up if he waited long enough. Eventually, though, he had to break the conversation off with no more information than he'd had when he started.
~~~
Atia--
It's safe. He wants to help us. You can talk to him.
--GB
Hughes refolded the note and stuck it back in his briefcase before walking out onto the hangar deck. Now I just need to figure out how to get to her before someone else leaks it.
"Waste of my time and energy, flying Baltar's lawyer back and forth from Zephyr."
He smiled to himself. Good. As long as you're busy hating me, you're not paying attention to what I'm actually doing. He'd cultivated a number of annoying little habits to make sure that hatred remained of the Oh Gods Stay Away From Me flavor and not the Obsessive I Must Destroy You one.
"...tries to whisper into my ear when he talks. I've got a helmet."
He bent forward. "Sorry," he whispered, then smiled at the pilot.
"Mr. Hughes."
One of the mechanics--Cally Tyrol, he'd made a point to learn all their names--helped him up into the Raptor. "Thank you," he said, with a much more genuine smile. She rolled her eyes and jumped down.
He settled himself into his seat, kicked off his shoes--one more way to be annoying--and ran through his last conversation with his client in his head one more time.
There was a sudden flare of heat spreading from beneath him, and the world faded around him into a bright, endless white.