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chosenfire28
Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing/Characters: Kyle
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
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smallfandomfest
# 132 - Trap attamingthemuse
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 is the first part to a story, I am currently working on Part 2 right now. I have only recently watched the Terminator movie. Let me know what you think.
At first he didn’t remember much. Mostly the big things. Things like who he was, how he had gotten the scars he had, why he had tattoos. It was frustrating when he looked for the story of his life and all he found was a blank wall. All he had known since he had woken up in that hospital was his name was Kyle and he was supposed to be doing something. That feeling never left him, that he was needed somewhere.
He did remember the little things. How to eat and bathe himself. How to get dressed on his own and to drive a car. Strangely enough there were things that he didn’t know how to do that he should have. The people at the hospital had had to help him learn how to cook. They had shown him how to work, to buy a house, to pay bills.
They had also shown him how to relax. He watched TV and he drank beer. He went out with people he called friends and he tried not to flinch as cars drove past and the warmth of hundreds of bodies moved around him.
At first that had been the hardest part. When he had been released from the hospital he had had to adjust to a world around him that he didn’t understand. A world that made his skin scrawl. His body had been tenses on alert for months afterwards. Like he was waiting for something.
Another hard part was not knowing anything about the world around him.
There was a lot he didn’t know but one thing he was sure of was he wasn’t a fan of technology. He didn’t like computers. He only had a cell phone out of necessity so the guy that owned the garage he worked at could reach him.
The guys called him a technophobe.
He liked to think of himself as smart. He knew machines couldn’t be trusted.
And as time passed those feeling only got stronger and he started remembering other things. He started remembering gun fire, explosions, and the pain filled screams of people he knew surrounding him. He could recall the scent of blood. His hands remembered the slickness of it as he pressed his fingers into ragged cuts of skin.
Each night he went to sleep his dreams mocked him with what he couldn’t remember, twisting the world about him into a nightmare. Then he would think certain things, things that sounded insane and unbelievable, things he didn’t want to believe.
But he knew they were true.
His last name was Reese.
He had an older brother.
He was from the future.
And when Judgment Day came the machines were going to take over and he was going to grow up in a world of death and constant fear. He was going to spend his life running, fighting. He was going to be a soldier. He was going to follow John Connor.
Except he did, he already had. Because for him it had all happened, it just hadn’t happened to everyone else.
He was supposed to die. He didn’t know what had happened. How he had ended up in the hospital but he had lived. For over twenty-four years he had lived. He had blended into a world that he had barely known when he was young.
He had left his big brother behind, or ahead. It gave him a headache if he thought about it too hard and Kyle preferred not to think about it. It was how he had handled coming back in the first place. Focus on the mission and forget about all the messed up crap that went with it.
So he remembered his brother, and he hated that he had ever forgotten him. Derek had been the one to raise him, protect him. In the future family was all you had left and damn it if they hadn’t been one hell of a family.
There was something else he remembered, someone else besides Derek. Her name was Sarah Connor and she was John’s mother. He had been sent back to protect her. He needed to know if he had succeeded. He needed to know that she was safe. He needed to see her.
Because he remembered that he had been sent back to protect Sarah Connor and for the brief moment they had had together he had loved her. She had been passionate and brave; she had been unlike anyone he had ever met.
He didn’t know how to get back to his own time, but he would find a way to get back to her. So he was selling the house he had lived in alone. He was quitting the job at the garage the hospital had set him up with after they had released him. He was packing his bags full of clothes and guns and he was going to find her.
He hadn’t known where to start at first. It had been a long time since he had done this. He started to ay attention to little details again, gather information. He started off at where it had all began. He had searched through old newspapers and police records looking for anything about Sarah Connor and he had hit the jackpot.
Sarah had a record, one that was with the FBI and from what it read she had been on the run for a long time. He found the birth certificate for John Connor. The file was large and each part gave another piece of the puzzle to the Connors. He had loved Sarah and he had respected John. It was hard to see that they had been fighting this war before it had even begun.
He had heard rumors. People had whispered, hidden in the dark crouched against broken concrete dirt smeared across their faces. There are been some that believed that Connor was a traitor, that he would betray them all. They had spread this to anyone who would listen. How else could Connor know so damn much about the machines? The bastard had been reprogramming them, he knew more about them than any else on their side.
He knew their plans and the way they worked. He knew their patterns and he knew about their bases and their work camps. No one thought he was a psychic so they needed an explanation on why he knew so much and Connor wasn’t given any.
Still, those people were few and far between. More people were loyal to Connor. They were loyal to him because each time he won them a small victory or put his ass on the line for them he was gaining their trust. He fought for them, he fought and he bled and he laughed right beside them.
Kyle understood now what others hadn’t been able to figure out. He understood how Connor had known so much. Because he had taught Sarah and Sarah had taught her son. She had trained him for the day that Kyle had told her was coming. For the future that Kyle had told her her son would have.
He hadn’t much luck finding them. They had fallen off the grid since 1999. He had been combing through some news reports looking for any sign of the machines he knew must be in his new time. If he couldn’t find Sarah he would make a difference in a way he could. He would work on stopping Judgment Day even if it looked hopeless. It was a life he was trapped in, a mission.
That was when he had seen the news report.
It was Sarah, she looked harder, but she was still beautiful, and naked. He knew the boy beside her must be John and the girl with them was something else entirely. He knew what had happened, why three people had appeared naked in the middle of a highway. He knew why he hadn’t been able to find them.
Time travel.
About eight years from his estimate. She would only be in her mid thirties, and John, he wasn’t sure how old John would be. He had been there for John’s thirtieth. This time travel thing could get confusing. What he did know was they were back, and he would find them. No matter how long it took he would find them, he would find her.
He wasn’t dead, and he still had a mission. To protect Sarah Connor and her son, to protect the woman he loved.
Author:
chosenfire28Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing/Characters: Kyle
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Prompt(s):
Kyle is alive at
smallfandomfest# 132 - Trap at
tamingthemuseSpoilers: (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 is the first part to a story, I am currently working on Part 2 right now. I have only recently watched the Terminator movie. Let me know what you think.
At first he didn’t remember much. Mostly the big things. Things like who he was, how he had gotten the scars he had, why he had tattoos. It was frustrating when he looked for the story of his life and all he found was a blank wall. All he had known since he had woken up in that hospital was his name was Kyle and he was supposed to be doing something. That feeling never left him, that he was needed somewhere.
He did remember the little things. How to eat and bathe himself. How to get dressed on his own and to drive a car. Strangely enough there were things that he didn’t know how to do that he should have. The people at the hospital had had to help him learn how to cook. They had shown him how to work, to buy a house, to pay bills.
They had also shown him how to relax. He watched TV and he drank beer. He went out with people he called friends and he tried not to flinch as cars drove past and the warmth of hundreds of bodies moved around him.
At first that had been the hardest part. When he had been released from the hospital he had had to adjust to a world around him that he didn’t understand. A world that made his skin scrawl. His body had been tenses on alert for months afterwards. Like he was waiting for something.
Another hard part was not knowing anything about the world around him.
There was a lot he didn’t know but one thing he was sure of was he wasn’t a fan of technology. He didn’t like computers. He only had a cell phone out of necessity so the guy that owned the garage he worked at could reach him.
The guys called him a technophobe.
He liked to think of himself as smart. He knew machines couldn’t be trusted.
And as time passed those feeling only got stronger and he started remembering other things. He started remembering gun fire, explosions, and the pain filled screams of people he knew surrounding him. He could recall the scent of blood. His hands remembered the slickness of it as he pressed his fingers into ragged cuts of skin.
Each night he went to sleep his dreams mocked him with what he couldn’t remember, twisting the world about him into a nightmare. Then he would think certain things, things that sounded insane and unbelievable, things he didn’t want to believe.
But he knew they were true.
His last name was Reese.
He had an older brother.
He was from the future.
And when Judgment Day came the machines were going to take over and he was going to grow up in a world of death and constant fear. He was going to spend his life running, fighting. He was going to be a soldier. He was going to follow John Connor.
Except he did, he already had. Because for him it had all happened, it just hadn’t happened to everyone else.
He was supposed to die. He didn’t know what had happened. How he had ended up in the hospital but he had lived. For over twenty-four years he had lived. He had blended into a world that he had barely known when he was young.
He had left his big brother behind, or ahead. It gave him a headache if he thought about it too hard and Kyle preferred not to think about it. It was how he had handled coming back in the first place. Focus on the mission and forget about all the messed up crap that went with it.
So he remembered his brother, and he hated that he had ever forgotten him. Derek had been the one to raise him, protect him. In the future family was all you had left and damn it if they hadn’t been one hell of a family.
There was something else he remembered, someone else besides Derek. Her name was Sarah Connor and she was John’s mother. He had been sent back to protect her. He needed to know if he had succeeded. He needed to know that she was safe. He needed to see her.
Because he remembered that he had been sent back to protect Sarah Connor and for the brief moment they had had together he had loved her. She had been passionate and brave; she had been unlike anyone he had ever met.
He didn’t know how to get back to his own time, but he would find a way to get back to her. So he was selling the house he had lived in alone. He was quitting the job at the garage the hospital had set him up with after they had released him. He was packing his bags full of clothes and guns and he was going to find her.
He hadn’t known where to start at first. It had been a long time since he had done this. He started to ay attention to little details again, gather information. He started off at where it had all began. He had searched through old newspapers and police records looking for anything about Sarah Connor and he had hit the jackpot.
Sarah had a record, one that was with the FBI and from what it read she had been on the run for a long time. He found the birth certificate for John Connor. The file was large and each part gave another piece of the puzzle to the Connors. He had loved Sarah and he had respected John. It was hard to see that they had been fighting this war before it had even begun.
He had heard rumors. People had whispered, hidden in the dark crouched against broken concrete dirt smeared across their faces. There are been some that believed that Connor was a traitor, that he would betray them all. They had spread this to anyone who would listen. How else could Connor know so damn much about the machines? The bastard had been reprogramming them, he knew more about them than any else on their side.
He knew their plans and the way they worked. He knew their patterns and he knew about their bases and their work camps. No one thought he was a psychic so they needed an explanation on why he knew so much and Connor wasn’t given any.
Still, those people were few and far between. More people were loyal to Connor. They were loyal to him because each time he won them a small victory or put his ass on the line for them he was gaining their trust. He fought for them, he fought and he bled and he laughed right beside them.
Kyle understood now what others hadn’t been able to figure out. He understood how Connor had known so much. Because he had taught Sarah and Sarah had taught her son. She had trained him for the day that Kyle had told her was coming. For the future that Kyle had told her her son would have.
He hadn’t much luck finding them. They had fallen off the grid since 1999. He had been combing through some news reports looking for any sign of the machines he knew must be in his new time. If he couldn’t find Sarah he would make a difference in a way he could. He would work on stopping Judgment Day even if it looked hopeless. It was a life he was trapped in, a mission.
That was when he had seen the news report.
It was Sarah, she looked harder, but she was still beautiful, and naked. He knew the boy beside her must be John and the girl with them was something else entirely. He knew what had happened, why three people had appeared naked in the middle of a highway. He knew why he hadn’t been able to find them.
Time travel.
About eight years from his estimate. She would only be in her mid thirties, and John, he wasn’t sure how old John would be. He had been there for John’s thirtieth. This time travel thing could get confusing. What he did know was they were back, and he would find them. No matter how long it took he would find them, he would find her.
He wasn’t dead, and he still had a mission. To protect Sarah Connor and her son, to protect the woman he loved.
