I Remember You

An eternity passed as she stared at the cold grey slab of metal before her. It was sturdy, the table in front of her; plain and functional. Four non-descript straight legs and the cold steel grey top. Nothing unusual the eye could see but the mind filled in the blanks. In the mind the table became a river raging through thoughts and memories, carrying them into one melting pool of time.

They were hers… of that she was certain. Nothing so vivid could belong to anyone else, or be pulled from the depths of imagination. Fighting to survive under the most impossible of situations, finding hope where the was none. Hours spent haunting the sky chasing phantoms as they tore holes through her reality.

She remembered with vivid clarity when they first took her, the hospital on Caprica where they carved her open and twisted her mind. Months later on New Caprica where her spirit was more captive than her body in the dollhouse of a prison he'd built to break her down. And he had.

Every tear, every heartbreak she wasn't allowed to feel because she was too strong, had to be the leader, had to hold up the image… They all raced past in the flow of the stream, tainted by crimson droplets that fell from an accidental yet unattended split lip.

The child she never knew she wanted, not hers, torn from her arms along with what was left of her soul. Drowning the sorrow and trying to patch the pieces of what was left with the bitter burn of sweet alcohol. Hitting that place of absolute nothingness and starting to rebuild the facade that would mask the depths of despair to everyone around once more.

The revelation, resolution; letting all the madness boil over and drift away until she could accept the fate that wasn't to be hers after all… Coming home.

Over and over each detail danced across the tabletop that flowed across the tabletop before her, drifting on a stream only she could see as his voice echoed in her ears and in her mind. He'd always known, always understood when no one else could even grasp. She understood why know… it was all in the stream, He was her, she was him, their experiences shared like two halves of the same spirit.

The artificial hiss of hydraulics forcing open the metallic hatch wasn't enough to draw her out of the stream, to make her look up, nor were the approaching footsteps, steady yet favored… the injury not yet healed. Even the folder dropping tot he table before her with an audible slap on the water's surface didn't bring her head up.

A heartbeat, maybe two longer her eyes lingered on the the thick metal cuffs that bound her wrists, the chain that looped secure through matching cuffs on her ankles. It was time to begin again. With a smile that was calm, almost pleased she began to lift her head, taking in first the hands that rested on the table. Hands she knew as well as her own, hands that had guided hers through a long, haggard path to find her destiny, touched her in ways only her soul could grasp, leaving her body crying, aching for more.

Beyond the hands she could see the the cuffs of the uniform jacket. So familiar yet so foreign now… had she once worn one just like it?

Finally she gifted herself with looking up into eyes of steel blue, tired eyes on a rugged, handsome face.. Every detail was as she remembered, and the glimmer of shock in his eyes said he remembered too, though it was still buried deep. Her smile quirked at the tousled short blonde hair even the military couldn't hope to tame… Even the impatience in his face mirrored what was once her own.

The impatient tapping of the pen on the folder came to an abrupt halt, when she finally spoke. Just three simple words would start everything that had already begun again, maybe this time they would get it right…

"I remember you…"