Who: Allana Solo and Ben Winchester (Future Plot) What: These two, right now, avert thine eyes from THE CUTE Where: The Hyperion Office When: Early Evening of the 17th October Rating: C for CUTE Status: In Progress
Allana leaned her head back against the wall of the office. This was all so ridiculous. She'd been thrown back in time, with Ailyn to warn about the Cylons and the Vong. She'd done that and she'd been waiting to be sent back, assuming the PTB would do so. She had not expected her father to be taken by some bitchy Seinor Partners lacky. Kidnap it seemed, really was the Solo way. But the fact they'd taken Sam too, Allana knew the story, everyone did. The thing her Dad and Sam had in common. That darkness they both carried.
Sure it came out in different ways. Sure Dad had worked hard on balancing that side of himself. But Allana knew the things that would make her Dad loose himself again. Once Mom had gotten hurt on patrol, and she'd seen it. That glint of something dark in his eyes. The thing that had made her five year old self fear the man who had held her so lovingly and protectively and told her he was her father. The man who had taken her from Hapes to 'protect her'.
But that man wouldn't come back. He wouldn't.
He couldn't.
She couldn't have come back to witness that. Not even LA was that cruel.
But she couldn't keep up the perky, in control, Jedi exterior. Not always. Just for a few minutes she needed to be the scared little girl who couldn't find her daddy. She'd always had to grow up so fast. Its why she was so close to Ben she figured. Both old before they should have been in some ways.
She slid to the floor and tried to focus her breathing. Tried to hold back the tears.