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[V (2009)] Welcome to the war

Title: Welcome to the war
Fandom: V (2009)
Characters: Erica Evans
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 864 ( Fidipù )
Challenge : COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: Erica's thoughts before reaching his comrades in 2x06, Siege .
Notes: * dies * No, like I swear, I never loved so much after this episode as Eric, is an extraordinary thing! * Dies a little 'spoiler * I do not want anything to those who have not seen the episode so fucking worth it, I only say that I tried to imagine what should be his thoughts and reactions after that thing that happened and before meeting Jack and the others at their base. The title is taken from the episode 5 (?) Of the first set, which is also the title. Paradoxically, it is a sentence of Erica and, given the recent developments, it seemed "suitable." ^ ^
Spoiler: 2x06, Siege
Disclaimer: FUCK THOSE OF GENES OF THOSE ENTITLED
Warning: Missing moment



When After what had seemed for hours Erica fell on the ground with his back against the kitchen wall, he realized he no longer had tears to shed. The house was quiet, dark, empty. Tyler had left hours before without looking back and there was no doubt that now you are on a ship of V, the only place where she could no longer protect him, exactly where Anna had always wanted and , for all I knew, they were already using it for their own purposes and killed with the same ease with which she raised a glass.
He ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes, terrified. What he should do now? His family was destroyed, perhaps he had not work, and the visitors were a step away from getting everything they had always wanted to be when they arrived on Earth, while humans were still convinced he had found in Anna the most precious friends and allies.
Erica breathed deeply, and leaned her head against the wall, repeating for perhaps the hundredth time since she had been stupid. He should tell the truth, Tyler. He should put his son aware of everything he knew, he had to explain who and what were the V instead of barricade himself in a silence that he had done nothing but get so close to these monsters to make him believe that she was, and not Anna, his enemy.
defend her son, defending her husband, defend his friends, all the innocents who have nothing to do. He had done nothing since the beginning of the story, convinced that the key to being able to defeat these invaders would maintain his humanity, while remaining convinced that the side of right would be able to save her world.
Poor deluded.
He realized only now that all he had done was a mere stopgap, that its actions against the V did not serve other than to delay the inevitable for a little more than a few hours. Defending was right, was human, but in the middle of a war like this was useless.
Hobbes had always been right, he thought, when the image of Ryan tied to that chair hit her like a slap, as he had always been right Cohn. Sacrificing the few for the good of all, losing a piece of land to conquer the world. Yes, it was inhuman. Yes, maybe she would feel guilty for all the innocent lives cut short, he might not have the courage to watch his son's eyes, but what would happen to everyone else? What would become of all the other innocents who would eventually have been contaminated or killed just because she was not able to make that decision? How dare the end, he looked in his face and surviving another mother told her that her son had died because she only wanted to protect their own?
sighed, running a hand through his hair, and cat to the ground without the strength to rise until it reached its phone left on a shelf. She looked at him long, as if expecting to receive a phone call from Tyler and hear him say he was sorry, that was wrong, who knew that V was evil and would have done everything possible to help her, and when he realized he would never rang you sat down again on the ground, his legs crossed.
He knew very well that no one would call, because this time she was having to make that decision. Dial the number of wide-eyed, trembling hand, and when a Hispanic-accented male voice croaked his answer on the phone she knew that the moment had arrived. After a moment, finally said to him, and heard his voice reach the phone quiet the mind clearer than it had ever had in recent months, "Fierro are Erica Evans. Send me everything you have. "
The call lasted a few seconds and hung up when he felt his body shook with a thrill so long that he was grateful to be still sitting on that floor. Against all expectations, that was neither fear nor remorse. was excited . Feel the adrenaline coursing through the blood and body as he stood up, strong and safe on his legs, finally aware what was his role in that battle from the beginning. Perhaps
Cohn had been right about that too.
on his way to the bathroom took off his jacket, the bloodstained shirt, pants, and threw himself under the icy spray of the shower with eyes and mouth wide open. He remained motionless, in silence, and raising the temperature a little if he decided that this would be enjoyed to the end, before you go running to their base and, if he found her there, they would be made aware of his decision and would asked them what they intended to do: if they had decided to stay with her, he had the best army to fight this war.
Otherwise, she would go on alone.