been driving for years to find you

[terminatefate]

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.

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[terminatefate]

She stayed where she was, didn't shut the door, and sucked in a gasp, holding herself rigid, in control. Waiting, with her hands at her sides, judging the distance between them and wanting to close that space with such ferocity that it felt like the whole world was coming down around her. She forced herself to let out the breath she was holding and it came out thin and tight.

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."

[noonegoeshome]

He didn't move. Where he stood provided marginal cover, and a chance at escape, if need be. It wasn't a conscious decision to remain put, walking into the open was simply not a possibility. The area was unfamiliar, its inhabitants might have been hostile, and the situation was...confusing. Completely confusing.

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."

[terminatefate]

"Good," she said and waited. It was cold, enough so that she hunched slighting against it and squinted slightly as the wind picked up.

"Your turn. Ask me anything."