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For Sharon

Zoe is aching all over. Her pride has long since stopped taking hits whenever Logan kicked her ass, but her body doesn't appreciate it any more, and she is getting so tired of the little extra something he puts into it, since Tombstone.

So after she takes a shower and slips into one of her usual, almost-too-short dresses, she spends three minutes getting decent alcohol out of the replicator before she heads over to Sharon's quarters. "It's Zoe, open up," she calls out from the other side of the door, and when Sharon does, Zoe walks in and sets the bottle down on the table.

"I'm so tired of Logan's patronizing attitude and I got decent alcohol out of the replicator," she states, watching her friend expectantly. "You got any plans?" Beside 'getting drunk and bitching about men with Zoe', obviously.

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Sharon's plan tonight is similar to the plan she's been following since coming back from Tombstone, and involves a large amount of hiding in her room. She doesn't mind the company, since it's Zoe, but she does feel a little weird knocking back drinks with a teenager. Which is pretty stupid, since they're millions of miles away from the laws that make that problematic.

"You can stay as long as it isn't sarsparilla."

"I said decent," Zoe points out, with a moue, and walks over to grab a couple of glasses, stilettos clicking on the floor. "It smells decent, anyway."

She pours them both a drink, and hands Sharon her glass before she knocks her own back.

Sharon sips the drink. It might be brandy, but who really knows around here? It's not battery acid and will definitely give her the spins, so she drinks up.

"What the hell is Wolverine qualified to give you attitude about?" She feels a little guilty that she doesn't know already, but she hasn't seen much of Zoe lately.

"Nothing," Zoe answers, pointedly, as she pulls up a chair and takes a seat, before she grabs the bottle for a refill. "What he thinks he's qualified to give me attitude about is my sex life."

Not that there had been any sex, thank you so much, untimely teleportation back here. She wasn't sure whether there would have been sex, but she would have liked to have a say in the matter.

Sharon runs down the list of guys on the station near enough to Zoe's age that she might have been talking about, and come up with Abed [probably not?], Peeta [who she can't imagine Zoe chatting up], and-

"Kirk? You have to admit, Zoe, he's a little old for you and seems pretty stuck on himself..."

Zoe has to laugh at that, shaking her head, and wondering why on earth Sharon would think Kirk before she thought Spock. Sure, back when they all went crazy town while the others were at the temple, Zoe had all been about Jim, but Spock is so much more her type than Jim ever could be, much as she adores them both.

Actually, how much she adores them both is part of the reason why she wishes they'd just hook up already.

"No, no, not Jim, although he is lovely," she assures Sharon, still shaking her head even as she stops laughing. "No. Doc Holiday, back in Tombstone. If you have a lecture coming, I don't want to hear it," she adds before Sharon can say anything, and then takes another drink, really hoping that Sharon doesn't have a lecture for her.

Sharon doesn't have anything for Zoe, mostly cause she chokes as she hears Doc Holiday come out of her mouth.

That swaggering alcoholic weirdo? Seriously??

Then she thinks about some of the guys she took a shine to as a teenager, and promptly fights down any big-sisterly advice.

"Well...did you?" She'd barely been alone the whole time they were there, but Sharon probably wasn't as observant as she could have been.

Zoe gives her an amused look. "You were busy with Steve," she tells her, and it's kind of 'so really, don't you go and give me any lectures'.

Never mind that they didn't get to the sex part. It's weird, thinking that for all her experience and memories, she's still, technically, a virgin.

"Right. That." She downs her brandy and holds out the glass for a refill.

"Well, good for you, I guess. Somebody should have had a good time in Arizona."

"Or not," Zoe concludes, with a shrug. "Station interrupted and beamed us back before we got anywhere."

She takes another drink, then looks straight over at Sharon and asks, "What about you and Steve?"

When Zoe wants to ask something, she asks it.

Sharon snorts, derisive.

"A huge mess, like always."

She sobers, remembering this is the first time she's screwed things up with this particular Steve.

"Really, nothing."

"You realize these two things are pretty contradictory?" Zoe asks, or points out, just as she takes another drink.

Semantics. There's nothing Sharon likes less, except possibly showtunes.

"Yeah, well, nothing good."

No resolution, either, since he'd had to track her down and pour his heart out once they got back to the station as well.

"What's the issue?"

Zoe has to ask, because, well. Okay, Steve is really not her cup of tea for a wide variety of reasons, but Sharon seems to like him well enough, and Zoe has to admit that he's a tasty morsel alright. She has to ask.

"Come on, Zoe. It's everything."

So much more than she wants to talk about, so she just gives the indisputable facts.

"We almost died back there, and actually, on a pretty frequent basis. It's really not conducive to romance."

Zoe shrugs. "If there was someone on board I could be frakking and having an emotional connection with, I'd be all over him."

She talks about it coldly, but she means it more than she can say. She's in a body for the first time, and she only had a few stolen moments with Doc Holiday. Other than them, she's never been touched, and she means that in a way that implies virtual or real world. She has never been touched. She is not Zoe, not the original Zoe. A part of her longs for the validation it would represent, just as the part of her that loves her God is longing for the emotional and spiritual connection.

Now Sharon's kind of irritated, because she didn't really expect that from Zoe. She seems like such a tough chick most of the time.

"Come on. People show up, disappear, die and re-appear without their memories? I couldn't live with it. What the hell's the point?"

"What's the point of friendship?" Zoe asks, somewhat wryly. "What's the point of anything? God doesn't mean for us to survive. He means for us to live, and frak anybody who tries and takes that away from us."

She's so used not to speak of God, because of the world she grew up in (didn't, really, but remembers she did), but the alcohol is starting to hit, and she trusts Sharon not to be a bigot, and respect her beliefs whatever they might be. In any case, she has to know if they can really be friends, because friendship does matter - that's how she rationalizes it.

"That's...different." Sharon doesn't even believe it herself as she says it. She understands what Zoe's saying, of course she does, but it takes a lot more than logic to convince her that making herself vulnerable is a swell idea.

"Anyway, he's probably over it already. How are the lessons with Wolverine going outside of his little tantrum?" Time for a new subject? Bet your ass it is!

It's a crappy new subject, though, if you ask Zoe.

"Great! I get twice as many bruises as I used to, and I'm dying to get my hands on a katana and show him what I really can do."

What could she say? She had a real fondness for the sword. But any kind of modern guns wouldn't go amiss either, although she wouldn't use them against Logan.

Not unless she had blanks, anyway. Those hurt like a bitch.

A katana?

"For real? Where the hell did you learn how to use that?"

"V-world," Zoe says, because, well, Sharon's one of the few who know what she is, and there's nothing especially damning about admitting to that. She pushes a hand back through her hair, and elaborates, "A virtual reality. I was trapped in there for a while, before..." She gestures at herself, mostly meaning 'before this body happened.'

If this conversation has given Sharon perspective on anything, it's that friendship is important, especially here, and that Zoe is someone worth putting some time an effort into on that level. Which is hard to do when the techie part of her sorta wants to find out what makes her tick, which probably wouldn't be very comfortable for Zoe. Ever since she hooked her consciousness into the alien puddle jumper, Sharon's been pretty much overwhelmed with curiosity.

So, if she wants to have a shot at keeping Zoe as a gal pal, she'll have to find a way to satisfy that curiosity without actually 'popping the hood.'

...which is actually a really disgusting idiom for the circumstances. Thank god for filters.

"Can we...talk about that, a little? You never got a chance to explain after Tombstone."

Zoe figures she got plenty of chances, she just didn't took any of them, other than briefly explaining it to Logan. That had been tense and awkward and had all too quickly given way to the patronizing attitude that had driven her here today, and she glances away before she looks back at Sharon, her gaze steady.

"I'm a cybernetic life form. This body is a machine."

There's really no easy way to say it, even if Sharon might have guessed that much already.

"OK." Sharon just lets it absorb for a second, trying to be respectful and make sure Zoe knows she's not just some nosy jackass.

"Why didn't you say anything before?"

There were two distinct possibilities, as Sharon sees it; either that technology is so commonplace where Zoe's from that she didn't think it was important, or she was afraid of how people would react.

"Do you want me to make a list of the people who'd wanna study me here?" Zoe points out more than she asks. The one who might actually go as far as to dissect her is on top of that list, but even people she actually likes, like Spock, she doesn't trust not to want to study her.

Hopefully with less dissection involved.

"Yeah, I get it." Sharon nods, knowing it would probably only make her sound like more of a babysitter to assure Zoe that she'd never let that happen. Neither would Wolverine, or Steve, or anybody. It's just not an option.

"It's hard luck to be a teenager forever, whether you can talk to computers or not." She winks, just needing to strike a goofy note.

"Thankfully, forever's probably not an option," Zoe replies, with a hint of a smile. She's definitely at ease with her own mortality. People need to be mortal, or everything gets completely frakked up, that's the lesson she learned in V-World. "I'm the first of my kind, I have no idea how long this baby is going to last." She gestures at herself again as she says 'this baby', meaning her skin job.

And then there's also the fact that the body in question could definitely get killed.

The idea that Zoe might be experimental hardware has never occurred to Sharon. She doesn't know quite how to respond, so she continues on in fact-finding mode.

"Who made you? I mean, you're an incredibly specific, well rounded personality -there has to be a reason for that, right?"

At first Zoe thinks Sharon is talking about her body, and she's about to answer my parents and me, but then it's clear what she means. Zoe shakes her head, frowning slightly. "I wasn't really... made. There was this real girl, Zoe. She figured out a way to create an avatar of herself. She died, and then there was only me. I am Zoe, for the most part. We think the same, we believe the same, we feel the same. But I went on living, and she didn't."

Wow. That. Actually makes a lot of sense. Zoe was made as a continuation of, well, Zoe. The concept is really no weirder than there being a comic book in which she's a character. It also sounds like the work of sentimental and well connected parents, to Sharon. Like Walt Disney's frozen head...

"Well you're very talented on Caprica, Zoe. We're probably a century away from independent artificial life. And I'm sure it won't dress half as well as you."

"You can thank Caprican designers for that," Zoe confirms with a grin that says quite clearly that, Cylon or not, she is also a teenager who loves her design dresses. "Well, and the wardrobe room."

She pours herself another shooter, and knocks it back to dissipate the unease that came with discussing what she is.

"So don't tell anyone, alright?" she says next, less of a request and more checking that Sharon's on board, because Zoe trusts her. "I'm pretty sure Holmes would wanna dissect me."

Sharon grimaces.

"No more than he does the rest of us." John's friend is about the creepiest guy Sharon's ever met who isn't actually a villain. But of course, she takes Zoe's point.

"It's not my information to share. I get it. Don't worry."

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