eight hundred rounds per minute by LithiumDoll (G)
Fandom: Terminator / Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1325 words
Author on LJ halcyon_shift
Author Website: Dreamwidth
Why this must be read: Short but poignant, this piece examines a small, nonspecific moment in Sarah's life mid-series and her evolving relationships to and perceptions of her son, his father, and his uncle.
Under her fingers, metal is cool and slick with gun oil and bore solvent, smelling of patchouli and smoke. Her own brand of perfume worn so heavy sometimes it sickens her.
Sometimes it doesn't.
The SIG is heavy and solid in her hands and in the last fifteen years that's been terrifying and reassuring and terrifying again. Now it's like peace.
Peace made of silence and the hissing whisper of a brush down a barrel; the creak of the chair when she moves. It's a bird outside the window, calling fiercely with a beautiful song born of instinctive rage.
Her mouth twists, the meditation breaks. She begins to reassemble the gun with quick efficiency and wonders if ordering take-out again will be taken by a fifteen - sixteen - year old savior of man as a sign of love or neglect.
Service ammunition is divided into full cartridges and special purpose cartridges.
Full ammunition is used to destroy personnel
Sometimes she catches herself staring too long; going from seeing Kyle to trying to see Kyle. She thinks he's there in the fleeting smile; not the one with the sharpened edge, the softer one in Derek's eyes that flickers and dies.
eight hundred rounds per minute
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1325 words
Author on LJ halcyon_shift
Author Website: Dreamwidth
Why this must be read: Short but poignant, this piece examines a small, nonspecific moment in Sarah's life mid-series and her evolving relationships to and perceptions of her son, his father, and his uncle.
Under her fingers, metal is cool and slick with gun oil and bore solvent, smelling of patchouli and smoke. Her own brand of perfume worn so heavy sometimes it sickens her.
Sometimes it doesn't.
The SIG is heavy and solid in her hands and in the last fifteen years that's been terrifying and reassuring and terrifying again. Now it's like peace.
Peace made of silence and the hissing whisper of a brush down a barrel; the creak of the chair when she moves. It's a bird outside the window, calling fiercely with a beautiful song born of instinctive rage.
Her mouth twists, the meditation breaks. She begins to reassemble the gun with quick efficiency and wonders if ordering take-out again will be taken by a fifteen - sixteen - year old savior of man as a sign of love or neglect.
Service ammunition is divided into full cartridges and special purpose cartridges.
Full ammunition is used to destroy personnel
Sometimes she catches herself staring too long; going from seeing Kyle to trying to see Kyle. She thinks he's there in the fleeting smile; not the one with the sharpened edge, the softer one in Derek's eyes that flickers and dies.
eight hundred rounds per minute