been driving for years to find you
WHO: terminatefate & noonegoeshome, (with possibly John and Cameron?)
WHERE: Back alley near the Porter building.
WHEN: Backdated to 11/20; late evening
WARNINGS: Connors/Reeses = Mouth.
SUMMARY: Some people come back from the dead. Sometimes you get to call that a "family reunion."
FORMAT: Paragraphz.
( home smells like bombs and blood )
WHERE: Back alley near the Porter building.
WHEN: Backdated to 11/20; late evening
WARNINGS: Connors/Reeses = Mouth.
SUMMARY: Some people come back from the dead. Sometimes you get to call that a "family reunion."
FORMAT: Paragraphz.
( home smells like bombs and blood )
Less than a few minutes, in fact. He made his way out of the building and o a nearby alleyway with minimal attention drawn to him, and settled behind one of the building's large dumpsters. By the look of things, he wasn't the only one who stayed there from time to time, but given that its other resident was missing, he didn't worry over whether he'd need to share.
At least he still had his clothes.
When a car pulled into the alley not far from where he was, he remained hidden. He'd heard a car over the audio, but that meant nothing. He'd heard Sarah, and that meant nothing--the Terminator could perfectly mimic any voice it heard. He could just make out Sarah through the glare of the headlights when she stood.
She looked older. Not by much, but there was a steel and a weariness in her eyes that hadn't been there when he'd last seen her. Her hair might have been longer--he couldn't tell from his position, peering through the crack between the dumpster and the wall--and she was sleek. She stood and held herself differently than she did a few minutes before.
She reminded him of the Sarah Connor John told him stories about.
At first, he would have immediately assumed the differences could only mean she was a Terminator impersonating Sarah Connor.
But this place didn't make sense. He should have been dead and he was alive. He should have been in Los Angeles, but he wasn't, and if he traveled in time he shouldn't have been able to bring anything organic. Nothing else his fit expectation, why Sarah Connor?
From the distance he crouched, he wouldn't be able to determine how much of a threat the slightly different Sarah posed. The only way to know was to get closer, so after a moment, he stood.
"...Sarah?"
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She saw him standing there, she saw him right there, but she knew. Sarah knew what he was thinking, that he was assessing her, that he was trying to figure out if she was going to whip out a gun and shoot him dead. And she knew that because even though she wanted to believe it was him, Kyle's caution (the same wariness that had become a piece of her armor) was right there, warning her.
"You want to know if I'm Metal," she said, filling the word is her disgust before biting off. "And you want to know if I'm going to kill you." Her jaw tightened. "You also know I'm armed."
Sarah's expression was clear, calm, and focused.
"When I arrived, John told me Metal couldn't come through that thing--that it changes machines into men and women. So, you're not Metal and I'm not Metal." Her smile was a flash of tightness. "Logic says you're Kyle Reese, Sergeant, Tech-Com, DN38416, but fuck logic. Prove it to me."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"What did I say I was dreaming about?" she asked. "Under the bridge."
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Caution was the only answer, and without weapons, that caution walked the line of paranoia.
Keywords and pass codes, though, were familiar. They were easy to deal with. "You were dreaming about dogs."
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"Your turn. Ask me anything."
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