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chosenfire28
Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing/Characters: Kyle, Derek, John
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Prompt: #144 - Sunrise
Spoilers: (if applicable)
Summary: There are three things he's sure of. His last name is Reese, he's from the future, and he must find Sarah Connor.
Notes/Warnings: This only a portion of Part 2, Part 1 can be found HERE
It had taken him three months to track them down. Three months of traveling from town to town in his beat up truck. Staying in run down motels and leaving before sunrise. He stuck to the back roads, kept mostly to himself. He had spent two decades living a normal life but once he got his memories back he reverted to the person he had been. He needed to hide. Needed to stay off the radar. A lifetime of dodging and hiding wouldn’t be broken by an average Joe existence.
He figured out who the girl with John was. He figured out what she was. He had forgotten about her too but it hadn’t taken much to remind him. She had left a path of destruction in their wake. Holes in the side of buildings and ground torn apart.
They called it Cameron. The story was that she was John’s sister. The reality was she was one of the new models of machines that Connor had spent so much time on. She stuck close to the teenage version, ever watchful and vigilant. His own little toaster guard.
Hell, the bomb that someone had rigged in the car hadn’t even kept her down for long.
Normally he would dwell on her presence in Sarah and John’s life. It didn’t matter that she had been reprogrammed. She was still the same twisted metal that had torn into everyone he cared about. The same type of monster that had laid the world to waste.
It was a bit hard to get past long held prejudices.
He could ignore them though because she wasn’t the only one he had found with Sarah and John when he had finally tracked them down.
He had been watching the house for two days when he had saw John for the first time up close. He had been a bit taken aback by the boy he saw that would be the man he would one day follow. John Connor age 16 wasn’t a hero or a general. Sixteen year old John Connor was a sixteen year old boy who was defiant and angry, and a bit of nerd. He was also focused, alert, and he was Sarah’s son.
There was something else about him. Something familiar about him that Kyle couldn’t quite put his finger on. He knew it was one of those things he should know already. It was the way John smiled, the way his eyes flashed. It was even the way he talked. It wasn’t something about Connor in the future. It was something about the Connor know that he should know.
It was on the second day when John Connor stepped out of the house that he realized what it was. It was because of who came out behind him.
Derek.
His big brother.
He had been sticking close to the shadows between a group of trees and a wall of the house next to theirs as he had watched John storm out of the house with Derek close on his heels.
“John, slow down.” Derek’s voice was soft and soothing and Kyle remembered that tone well. It was the voice he used when he was dealing with the kids, the crazy people, or some of the women.
John stopped and Kyle could see the tightness in his jaw, the barely leashed fury in his eyes. Now that Kyle recognized. His John Connor had had a tempter. One that often appeared when his people were threatened or some punk had tried to hurt one of the women. Usually those were the stupid ones because most people knew the women in Connor’s group weren’t the tunnel rats people often saw. They didn’t huddle against the walls with their children hidden behind them. They fought, and they bleed, and they kicked metal ass right alongside the rest of them.
That Kyle understood now too, he understood why Connor had been so focus on making sure the women could fight to, and that the children thought more of hiding and keeping quiet. They were taught to strategize, they were prepared.
It all lead back to Sarah Connor.
“She’s just being paranoid, every time, every time we even start to settle down she wants to run.” John shouted back at his brother a painful resignation in his eyes. “We’re safe here, we’ve been safe here. No machines, no cops.” John was looking to Derek like he expected him to have all the answers, like people in the unit would look to Connor. It was how you looked towards your commander, expectant.
Still defiant though, John Connor was one angry teenager that was for sure.
And Derek, Derek was here, not that much older than when Kyle had left. There were no new scars that he could see. But his brother wasn’t looking at John Connor like the future leader of the resistance, he wasn’t treating him like the man they had respected and kept their distance from out of that respect. No, the look he was given Connor was the same look Kyle could dimly remember their father given him after the only pet he had ever had had ran away.
To Be Continued . . .
Author:
chosenfire28Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing/Characters: Kyle, Derek, John
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Prompt: #144 - Sunrise
Spoilers: (if applicable)
Summary: There are three things he's sure of. His last name is Reese, he's from the future, and he must find Sarah Connor.
Notes/Warnings: This only a portion of Part 2, Part 1 can be found HERE
It had taken him three months to track them down. Three months of traveling from town to town in his beat up truck. Staying in run down motels and leaving before sunrise. He stuck to the back roads, kept mostly to himself. He had spent two decades living a normal life but once he got his memories back he reverted to the person he had been. He needed to hide. Needed to stay off the radar. A lifetime of dodging and hiding wouldn’t be broken by an average Joe existence.
He figured out who the girl with John was. He figured out what she was. He had forgotten about her too but it hadn’t taken much to remind him. She had left a path of destruction in their wake. Holes in the side of buildings and ground torn apart.
They called it Cameron. The story was that she was John’s sister. The reality was she was one of the new models of machines that Connor had spent so much time on. She stuck close to the teenage version, ever watchful and vigilant. His own little toaster guard.
Hell, the bomb that someone had rigged in the car hadn’t even kept her down for long.
Normally he would dwell on her presence in Sarah and John’s life. It didn’t matter that she had been reprogrammed. She was still the same twisted metal that had torn into everyone he cared about. The same type of monster that had laid the world to waste.
It was a bit hard to get past long held prejudices.
He could ignore them though because she wasn’t the only one he had found with Sarah and John when he had finally tracked them down.
He had been watching the house for two days when he had saw John for the first time up close. He had been a bit taken aback by the boy he saw that would be the man he would one day follow. John Connor age 16 wasn’t a hero or a general. Sixteen year old John Connor was a sixteen year old boy who was defiant and angry, and a bit of nerd. He was also focused, alert, and he was Sarah’s son.
There was something else about him. Something familiar about him that Kyle couldn’t quite put his finger on. He knew it was one of those things he should know already. It was the way John smiled, the way his eyes flashed. It was even the way he talked. It wasn’t something about Connor in the future. It was something about the Connor know that he should know.
It was on the second day when John Connor stepped out of the house that he realized what it was. It was because of who came out behind him.
Derek.
His big brother.
He had been sticking close to the shadows between a group of trees and a wall of the house next to theirs as he had watched John storm out of the house with Derek close on his heels.
“John, slow down.” Derek’s voice was soft and soothing and Kyle remembered that tone well. It was the voice he used when he was dealing with the kids, the crazy people, or some of the women.
John stopped and Kyle could see the tightness in his jaw, the barely leashed fury in his eyes. Now that Kyle recognized. His John Connor had had a tempter. One that often appeared when his people were threatened or some punk had tried to hurt one of the women. Usually those were the stupid ones because most people knew the women in Connor’s group weren’t the tunnel rats people often saw. They didn’t huddle against the walls with their children hidden behind them. They fought, and they bleed, and they kicked metal ass right alongside the rest of them.
That Kyle understood now too, he understood why Connor had been so focus on making sure the women could fight to, and that the children thought more of hiding and keeping quiet. They were taught to strategize, they were prepared.
It all lead back to Sarah Connor.
“She’s just being paranoid, every time, every time we even start to settle down she wants to run.” John shouted back at his brother a painful resignation in his eyes. “We’re safe here, we’ve been safe here. No machines, no cops.” John was looking to Derek like he expected him to have all the answers, like people in the unit would look to Connor. It was how you looked towards your commander, expectant.
Still defiant though, John Connor was one angry teenager that was for sure.
And Derek, Derek was here, not that much older than when Kyle had left. There were no new scars that he could see. But his brother wasn’t looking at John Connor like the future leader of the resistance, he wasn’t treating him like the man they had respected and kept their distance from out of that respect. No, the look he was given Connor was the same look Kyle could dimly remember their father given him after the only pet he had ever had had ran away.
To Be Continued . . .
