Happy New Year?
WHO: Sarah Connor, Kyle Reese, Cameron and possibly John..?
WHERE: An alleyway near the 'porter building.
WHEN: Dec. 31st, late.
WARNINGS: Not really.
SUMMARY: Sarah's arrived with a bullet in her leg. Obviously, this necessitates some illegal activity. Kyle interferes. Confusion ensues.
FORMAT: Parawhatever.
Sarah hadn't listened to the voice that welcomed her to the city, she hadn't taken much note of her surroundings, and she certainly didn't realize the enormity of her situation. All she could focus on was her confusion and the searing pain in her leg from the bullet wound. She didn't know where she was, or how she'd gotten there, but it was clear that her kidnapped physician had betrayed her. Why had she trusted the woman? Why had she listened to Kyle?
She looked around the dark street and clutched the gun in her hand as it was the only clear thing she had, the last thing that made sense. Kyle was gone. He was a hallucination, nothing more than a dream coughed up by pain, fatigue, and stress. It was better he was gone. She could focus. Fight the pain, find another doctor. Get through this on her own, just as she always did.
She still wanted him back.
Sarah pulled out her phone, debating calling Derek again, and saw that it had no signal. Figured. The one time she was desperate enough to call him for help, and she couldn't.
With a grimace of pain, Sarah looked around again and saw a car pull up to the curb in the distance. A slim woman got out and reached into the backseat for something, her back turned toward Sarah. It wasn't a perfect set-up, but it would do and she began to cross to the woman, gun in her hand and her teeth gritted against the nearly overwhelming pain.
With a final lurch, she pressed the gun into the woman's back and spoke as calmly as she could. "I'm not going to hurt you, just do what I say. You're going to take me to a medical clinic - not a hospital - a clinic. One of those twenty-four-hour emergency clinics. And once we're there, everything will be fine. Nod if you understand."
The woman nodded and Sarah stepped back, keeping the gun on her, not realizing that they were no longer alone.
WHERE: An alleyway near the 'porter building.
WHEN: Dec. 31st, late.
WARNINGS: Not really.
SUMMARY: Sarah's arrived with a bullet in her leg. Obviously, this necessitates some illegal activity. Kyle interferes. Confusion ensues.
FORMAT: Parawhatever.
Sarah hadn't listened to the voice that welcomed her to the city, she hadn't taken much note of her surroundings, and she certainly didn't realize the enormity of her situation. All she could focus on was her confusion and the searing pain in her leg from the bullet wound. She didn't know where she was, or how she'd gotten there, but it was clear that her kidnapped physician had betrayed her. Why had she trusted the woman? Why had she listened to Kyle?
She looked around the dark street and clutched the gun in her hand as it was the only clear thing she had, the last thing that made sense. Kyle was gone. He was a hallucination, nothing more than a dream coughed up by pain, fatigue, and stress. It was better he was gone. She could focus. Fight the pain, find another doctor. Get through this on her own, just as she always did.
She still wanted him back.
Sarah pulled out her phone, debating calling Derek again, and saw that it had no signal. Figured. The one time she was desperate enough to call him for help, and she couldn't.
With a grimace of pain, Sarah looked around again and saw a car pull up to the curb in the distance. A slim woman got out and reached into the backseat for something, her back turned toward Sarah. It wasn't a perfect set-up, but it would do and she began to cross to the woman, gun in her hand and her teeth gritted against the nearly overwhelming pain.
With a final lurch, she pressed the gun into the woman's back and spoke as calmly as she could. "I'm not going to hurt you, just do what I say. You're going to take me to a medical clinic - not a hospital - a clinic. One of those twenty-four-hour emergency clinics. And once we're there, everything will be fine. Nod if you understand."
The woman nodded and Sarah stepped back, keeping the gun on her, not realizing that they were no longer alone.