FanFic: The Future Is Not Set, Chapter 3
And here it is ... Chapter 3. It's a tad short and it really wasn't cooperating with me plot-wise. Please feel free to comment/critique. But be gentle; this is still my first foray into the Terminator universe. :)
Title: The Future Is Not Set
Author:
aeon_entwined
Character/Pairing: Marcus/Blair
Rating: PG-13 (Mild sensuality, language and possible violence in future chapters)
Warnings: Spoilers for Salvation.
Summary: Marcus and Blair discuss their future.
Disclaimer: This entire world belongs to the collective (and brilliant) minds of James Cameron, John D. Brancato, Michael Ferris, and McG. I'm just taking the characters out to the sandbox for a bit. I promise they'll be returned in pristine condition.
Author Notes: This is my first piece of fiction I've written in the Terminator universe. The medical/techno-babble will most likely be of the "make shit up as I go" variety, and therefore not extremely accurate. This piece is also un-beta'ed. So please forgive any grammatical mistakes and such.
Seeing as Salvation ended in a way that I didn't find completely appeasing (for a Sam Worthington fan), I decided to exploit the miniscule loophole left by the screenwriters and come up with this slightly AU version. I just wanted to see more development in the relationship between Marcus and Blair...Sam did such an amazing job with his character, I felt I owed him at least this much.
Enjoy.
x-posted to terminatorfic & future_war
The hours passed slowly. Too slowly, in Marcus’ opinion. Blair had wanted to remain with Kate in the hospital, but Marcus knew exhaustion when he saw it and promptly put his foot down. Kate had watched the battle between the two stubborn souls, and finally stepped in and told them to leave to get some rest.
“Exhaustion doesn’t do anything for your tempers or anyone else’s well-being.” She had said, giving both Marcus and Blair a stern look.
After being chastised by the tireless “mother of the Resistance”, they moved out of the field hospital and into one of the hastily erected shelters that passed for tents. Blair spied the cot and quickly flopped down, turning over so her back faced Marcus. He had been about to say something, but quickly snapped his mouth shut and sat down on the chair on the other side of the tent.
Even though his mechanical side didn’t account for it, he could feel the beginnings of human fatigue prodding at the edges of his brain, but he chose to ignore them in favor of watching over Blair. She was obviously not exactly pleased with him, but the moment she had collapsed onto the cot, she had completely passed out. Her breathing was deep and measured, an oddly comforting sound to Marcus’ ears.
Soon, he found himself almost drifting off in the chair opposite the cot. It was something he couldn’t remember doing since before waking up in this world gone mad, and it felt liberating; a reminder that he was still human.
Then, just as his chin hit his chest and his eyes had drifted shut, Blair jerked upright with a strangled yelp and eyes wild with fear.
“Jesus!” Marcus scrambled from his chair and was bending over the cot in a split second. “Blair, what is it?”
She remained stoically silent for a moment, then almost desperately reached out and grabbed hold of his jacket. He lowered himself onto the cot, allowing Blair to keep a hold on his jacket, and tried to convince her that she wasn’t in the clutches of the nightmare.
“I saw … you,” she began muttering, her breathing still uneven. “I had fallen asleep and no one told me … I woke up to go check on Kate and I saw you lying on one of the operating tables. You were just lying there and when I started yelling your name, you didn’t answer! You just lay there with your eyes open and you didn’t see me and you … you … you were dead!”
Blair grabbed the collar of Marcus’ jacket and pulled him forward, burying her face against his chest and desperately searching out the tireless heartbeat within. She was desperate, desperate for the comfort of his humanity. Damn what everyone else thought … he was a man, that’s all that mattered.
Then, she raised her head and met his piercing blue gaze, her eyes alert and searching. “Marcus … what’s going to happen?” She didn’t like feeling so helpless; it was unsettling and uncomfortable.
He returned her gaze, but realized he didn’t actually have any answer for her. He remained silent for a moment, then reached forward, cupping her face in his battle-roughened hands.
“Blair, I want you to listen to me,” he began, his vulnerable expression ensuring she realized he was putting himself out on a limb. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m not some fortune-teller. All I know is I’m right here, right now. And this is the only place I want to be.”
Blair could tell what he was saying, and she knew it was taking a lot to say it. So, she released his jacket from her clenched fists and brought her hands to rest on his powerful forearms.
“Me too.” She gave him a small smile before leaning forward and pressing her lips against his.
And for the both of them, it felt like coming home.
To Be Continued ...
Title: The Future Is Not Set
Author:
aeon_entwined
Character/Pairing: Marcus/Blair
Rating: PG-13 (Mild sensuality, language and possible violence in future chapters)
Warnings: Spoilers for Salvation.
Summary: Marcus and Blair discuss their future.
Disclaimer: This entire world belongs to the collective (and brilliant) minds of James Cameron, John D. Brancato, Michael Ferris, and McG. I'm just taking the characters out to the sandbox for a bit. I promise they'll be returned in pristine condition.
Author Notes: This is my first piece of fiction I've written in the Terminator universe. The medical/techno-babble will most likely be of the "make shit up as I go" variety, and therefore not extremely accurate. This piece is also un-beta'ed. So please forgive any grammatical mistakes and such.
Seeing as Salvation ended in a way that I didn't find completely appeasing (for a Sam Worthington fan), I decided to exploit the miniscule loophole left by the screenwriters and come up with this slightly AU version. I just wanted to see more development in the relationship between Marcus and Blair...Sam did such an amazing job with his character, I felt I owed him at least this much.
Enjoy.
x-posted to terminatorfic & future_war
The hours passed slowly. Too slowly, in Marcus’ opinion. Blair had wanted to remain with Kate in the hospital, but Marcus knew exhaustion when he saw it and promptly put his foot down. Kate had watched the battle between the two stubborn souls, and finally stepped in and told them to leave to get some rest.
“Exhaustion doesn’t do anything for your tempers or anyone else’s well-being.” She had said, giving both Marcus and Blair a stern look.
After being chastised by the tireless “mother of the Resistance”, they moved out of the field hospital and into one of the hastily erected shelters that passed for tents. Blair spied the cot and quickly flopped down, turning over so her back faced Marcus. He had been about to say something, but quickly snapped his mouth shut and sat down on the chair on the other side of the tent.
Even though his mechanical side didn’t account for it, he could feel the beginnings of human fatigue prodding at the edges of his brain, but he chose to ignore them in favor of watching over Blair. She was obviously not exactly pleased with him, but the moment she had collapsed onto the cot, she had completely passed out. Her breathing was deep and measured, an oddly comforting sound to Marcus’ ears.
Soon, he found himself almost drifting off in the chair opposite the cot. It was something he couldn’t remember doing since before waking up in this world gone mad, and it felt liberating; a reminder that he was still human.
Then, just as his chin hit his chest and his eyes had drifted shut, Blair jerked upright with a strangled yelp and eyes wild with fear.
“Jesus!” Marcus scrambled from his chair and was bending over the cot in a split second. “Blair, what is it?”
She remained stoically silent for a moment, then almost desperately reached out and grabbed hold of his jacket. He lowered himself onto the cot, allowing Blair to keep a hold on his jacket, and tried to convince her that she wasn’t in the clutches of the nightmare.
“I saw … you,” she began muttering, her breathing still uneven. “I had fallen asleep and no one told me … I woke up to go check on Kate and I saw you lying on one of the operating tables. You were just lying there and when I started yelling your name, you didn’t answer! You just lay there with your eyes open and you didn’t see me and you … you … you were dead!”
Blair grabbed the collar of Marcus’ jacket and pulled him forward, burying her face against his chest and desperately searching out the tireless heartbeat within. She was desperate, desperate for the comfort of his humanity. Damn what everyone else thought … he was a man, that’s all that mattered.
Then, she raised her head and met his piercing blue gaze, her eyes alert and searching. “Marcus … what’s going to happen?” She didn’t like feeling so helpless; it was unsettling and uncomfortable.
He returned her gaze, but realized he didn’t actually have any answer for her. He remained silent for a moment, then reached forward, cupping her face in his battle-roughened hands.
“Blair, I want you to listen to me,” he began, his vulnerable expression ensuring she realized he was putting himself out on a limb. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m not some fortune-teller. All I know is I’m right here, right now. And this is the only place I want to be.”
Blair could tell what he was saying, and she knew it was taking a lot to say it. So, she released his jacket from her clenched fists and brought her hands to rest on his powerful forearms.
“Me too.” She gave him a small smile before leaning forward and pressing her lips against his.
And for the both of them, it felt like coming home.
To Be Continued ...