Fic: Eve of Destruction (TSCC)
Title: Eve of Destruction
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Rating: PG-13
Status: One-Shot, Complete
Pairing: Derek Reese/John Connor
Characters: Derek, Sarah, John, Cameron
Warnings: Slash
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Derek lets John know a small fact he used to think never would matter.
A/N: This is for Jdsampson at SCC_Slash who asked for a story using the lyrics from the song Eve of Destruction. I love these lyrics and kept trying to work out a story I thought would fit. Enjoy and remember to let me know what you think.
The eastern world is explodin,
Violence flaring, bullets loadin,
You’re old enough to kill but not for voting,
You don’t believe in war, what’s that gun you’re totin,
And even the Jordan River had bodies floatin,
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
He could hear the screams around him and taste the blood in his mouth. It was so real that he gagged leaning over the sink as he reached for the new toothbrush John had picked up with him needing to taste anything other than the phantom blood.
More than once he had found his mouth filled with blood because of a split lip, a bloody nose, internal bleeding.
He rinsed his mouth out spitting into the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror his lips twisting into an almost maniacal grin. The whole actually having time to stare at his reflection thing was creepy too.
Just as creepy as the almost homey appearance of the kitchen he walked into. Sarah Connor was washing the dishes at the sink and the gun beside her was the only thing that kept him from smashing his head into a wall to see if this was real.
It was still hard to believe that he now lived in a world where people lived their lives without the fear of Metals and mothers could wash the breakfast dishes.
Sarah was looking at him expectantly and he asked the first thing that came to mind “Where’s John?”
It was a Saturday, usually the teenager was visible around the place screwing with something on the computer or doing homework or watching TV and the thought of John Connor devoting time on tasks like that made him want to laugh.
“Cameron took him out back for some target practice.” She dried the dished wiping her hands on a towel and turned to face him.
Derek frowned “John already knows how to shoot.”
“Everyone needs practice.” She shot back moving past him to whatever she was working on in the front room.
Derek's lips twisted a familiar feeling of dread settling comfortably in the pit of his stomach. The robot had survived the explosion by diving out of the car before it went off having heard the trigger click.
She had walked away with a few burns leaving Derek disappointed.
The explosion wouldn’t have destroyed her, just burned up her skin to show Metal and she would have had to reconstruct herself. Hell, he could have used some time away from her creepy eyes following his every move.
Now she had a gun and was with John, everyone trusted her but he wasn’t about to.
Derek walked out back and took the path to a secluded area where the Connor family and those with them could do their more illegal or fun work. He spotted the pair Cameron’s creepy eyes locked on John as he shoot half a dozen cans down with the small handgun.
The boy looked bored and the freaking robot looked like she was going to have him shoot at the same thing all day.
Derek plastered a smile on his face approaching them a hand snaking out to pluck the gun from John’s loss grip and his eyes locked with the Metals “I’ll take things from here Ballerina.”
She stared before dismissing him her eyes sliding to John’s “I’ll go see if your mother needs any help.”
John gave her a soft smile that made Derek want to sit him down and explain to them that the thing was just a hunk of metal and wires that could talk like a real girl but wasn’t.
“Okay.” John smiled ducking his head watching her go through his lashes. John turned to him his smile turning amused and he accepted the gun from Derek their hands brushing. Curiously Derek watched him flush a light tremble to his hand as he took the gun and ducked the head looking through his lashes at Derek.
“Oh.” Derek breathed softly realization hitting him.
He studied John and couldn’t deny that this turn of events wasn’t interesting. John stared at him panicking entering his eyes and Derek placed his hand on his shoulder keeping him from running off.
John tensed and slowly relaxed under Derek’s grip swallowing nervously. Derek’s grip eased and his voice was soft but firm as he told him “Do you know Kyle was adopted?”
John looked up at him stunned “No, I didn’t.” and a small tentative smile touched his lips.
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say?
Can’t you see the fears that I’m seeing today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no running away,
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, its bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
It had never been a big deal in the family. Kyle had always been his brother, but for once he was thankful it wasn't a blood connection.
It made things easier.
"Did he know?" John asked softly unconsciously leaning into Derek's touch and he could see the hunger in the younger man's eyes.
Ahunger to know the father he had been denied, even if it was just through stories.
Derek smiled softly ssadness reaching his eyes and nodded "Yeah, he always knew. Our parents weren't going to hide it from him."
John ducked his head and Derek could see his brow furrowing before he asked softly his eyes averted "Did I know?"
Guilt passed over his face and Derek was reminded that John was just sixteen and already a soldier, already hardened with the knowledge that he would one day send his own father back to the past to die, even if it was the only way to insure his own creation.
Derek cupped John's cheek forcing him to look up at him and told him "Well you do now, so what are you going to do about it?"
John's eyes widened and Derek grinned letting his finger ghost over John's lower lip. He was just sixteen and Derek was going to let him control things, set the pace for whatever he wanted because Derek actually cared what he wanted and believed that the chances for any of them changing the past was pretty slim.
If that was the case John would have little opportunity for happiness and the ability to choose what direction his life took.
All ready he was expected to became a leader.
Derek wanted this to be something John wanted, not something that was going to happen.
Plus he was 16 and his mom wasn't that far away. Derek had a healthy respect for Sarah Connors almost manic overprotectivness of her son.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Rating: PG-13
Status: One-Shot, Complete
Pairing: Derek Reese/John Connor
Characters: Derek, Sarah, John, Cameron
Warnings: Slash
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Derek lets John know a small fact he used to think never would matter.
A/N: This is for Jdsampson at SCC_Slash who asked for a story using the lyrics from the song Eve of Destruction. I love these lyrics and kept trying to work out a story I thought would fit. Enjoy and remember to let me know what you think.
The eastern world is explodin,
Violence flaring, bullets loadin,
You’re old enough to kill but not for voting,
You don’t believe in war, what’s that gun you’re totin,
And even the Jordan River had bodies floatin,
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
He could hear the screams around him and taste the blood in his mouth. It was so real that he gagged leaning over the sink as he reached for the new toothbrush John had picked up with him needing to taste anything other than the phantom blood.
More than once he had found his mouth filled with blood because of a split lip, a bloody nose, internal bleeding.
He rinsed his mouth out spitting into the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror his lips twisting into an almost maniacal grin. The whole actually having time to stare at his reflection thing was creepy too.
Just as creepy as the almost homey appearance of the kitchen he walked into. Sarah Connor was washing the dishes at the sink and the gun beside her was the only thing that kept him from smashing his head into a wall to see if this was real.
It was still hard to believe that he now lived in a world where people lived their lives without the fear of Metals and mothers could wash the breakfast dishes.
Sarah was looking at him expectantly and he asked the first thing that came to mind “Where’s John?”
It was a Saturday, usually the teenager was visible around the place screwing with something on the computer or doing homework or watching TV and the thought of John Connor devoting time on tasks like that made him want to laugh.
“Cameron took him out back for some target practice.” She dried the dished wiping her hands on a towel and turned to face him.
Derek frowned “John already knows how to shoot.”
“Everyone needs practice.” She shot back moving past him to whatever she was working on in the front room.
Derek's lips twisted a familiar feeling of dread settling comfortably in the pit of his stomach. The robot had survived the explosion by diving out of the car before it went off having heard the trigger click.
She had walked away with a few burns leaving Derek disappointed.
The explosion wouldn’t have destroyed her, just burned up her skin to show Metal and she would have had to reconstruct herself. Hell, he could have used some time away from her creepy eyes following his every move.
Now she had a gun and was with John, everyone trusted her but he wasn’t about to.
Derek walked out back and took the path to a secluded area where the Connor family and those with them could do their more illegal or fun work. He spotted the pair Cameron’s creepy eyes locked on John as he shoot half a dozen cans down with the small handgun.
The boy looked bored and the freaking robot looked like she was going to have him shoot at the same thing all day.
Derek plastered a smile on his face approaching them a hand snaking out to pluck the gun from John’s loss grip and his eyes locked with the Metals “I’ll take things from here Ballerina.”
She stared before dismissing him her eyes sliding to John’s “I’ll go see if your mother needs any help.”
John gave her a soft smile that made Derek want to sit him down and explain to them that the thing was just a hunk of metal and wires that could talk like a real girl but wasn’t.
“Okay.” John smiled ducking his head watching her go through his lashes. John turned to him his smile turning amused and he accepted the gun from Derek their hands brushing. Curiously Derek watched him flush a light tremble to his hand as he took the gun and ducked the head looking through his lashes at Derek.
“Oh.” Derek breathed softly realization hitting him.
He studied John and couldn’t deny that this turn of events wasn’t interesting. John stared at him panicking entering his eyes and Derek placed his hand on his shoulder keeping him from running off.
John tensed and slowly relaxed under Derek’s grip swallowing nervously. Derek’s grip eased and his voice was soft but firm as he told him “Do you know Kyle was adopted?”
John looked up at him stunned “No, I didn’t.” and a small tentative smile touched his lips.
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say?
Can’t you see the fears that I’m seeing today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no running away,
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, its bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
It had never been a big deal in the family. Kyle had always been his brother, but for once he was thankful it wasn't a blood connection.
It made things easier.
"Did he know?" John asked softly unconsciously leaning into Derek's touch and he could see the hunger in the younger man's eyes.
Ahunger to know the father he had been denied, even if it was just through stories.
Derek smiled softly ssadness reaching his eyes and nodded "Yeah, he always knew. Our parents weren't going to hide it from him."
John ducked his head and Derek could see his brow furrowing before he asked softly his eyes averted "Did I know?"
Guilt passed over his face and Derek was reminded that John was just sixteen and already a soldier, already hardened with the knowledge that he would one day send his own father back to the past to die, even if it was the only way to insure his own creation.
Derek cupped John's cheek forcing him to look up at him and told him "Well you do now, so what are you going to do about it?"
John's eyes widened and Derek grinned letting his finger ghost over John's lower lip. He was just sixteen and Derek was going to let him control things, set the pace for whatever he wanted because Derek actually cared what he wanted and believed that the chances for any of them changing the past was pretty slim.
If that was the case John would have little opportunity for happiness and the ability to choose what direction his life took.
All ready he was expected to became a leader.
Derek wanted this to be something John wanted, not something that was going to happen.
Plus he was 16 and his mom wasn't that far away. Derek had a healthy respect for Sarah Connors almost manic overprotectivness of her son.