TSCC ficlet: Always Prepared (R for language)
Title: Always Prepared
Author: sabaceanbabe
Rating: R for language
Word count: 219
Characters: Sarah Connor
Spoilers: Adam Raised a Cain
Author's note: not betaed, so please let me know if you see any misspellings or grammatical errors. This fic was inspired by not just the episode, but by leelust, who, way back when, gave me a one-word prompt (the last word of the ficlet) with the understanding that I would use it to write something in the fandom of my choice. Finally, it inspired me.
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They came around the corner and saw him. At first, the sight didn’t register in her brain. She couldn’t process it. It was a body, yes, but it couldn’t be him, couldn’t be Derek. It was impossible.
Except that it was not just possible, it was cold, hard fact.
Still moving fast because the situation still warranted it, Sarah drew closer. She felt as though she moved in slow motion, through deep and suffocating water. He lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. There was a red splotch just above his right eye and a little to the right, almost like a third eye. Right where a terminator’s chip would be, if he had been metal.
Fuck.
Behind her, John, still holding the little girl, and Cameron crowded in close. Too close, forcing her to move. John. She had to think of John.
Fuck.
Shoving her thoughts, her feelings, her guilt, into an adamantine box until she had the luxury of dealing with them, Sarah took the final step. Crouching, she took Derek’s gun from his hand, still warm when her fingers brushed against his skin, and then dug through his pocket for half a second for his phone and the extra clip he carried there. Derek Reese was always prepared.
Except when he wasn’t. Fuck.
Feedback is, as always, cherished.
Author: sabaceanbabe
Rating: R for language
Word count: 219
Characters: Sarah Connor
Spoilers: Adam Raised a Cain
Author's note: not betaed, so please let me know if you see any misspellings or grammatical errors. This fic was inspired by not just the episode, but by leelust, who, way back when, gave me a one-word prompt (the last word of the ficlet) with the understanding that I would use it to write something in the fandom of my choice. Finally, it inspired me.
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They came around the corner and saw him. At first, the sight didn’t register in her brain. She couldn’t process it. It was a body, yes, but it couldn’t be him, couldn’t be Derek. It was impossible.
Except that it was not just possible, it was cold, hard fact.
Still moving fast because the situation still warranted it, Sarah drew closer. She felt as though she moved in slow motion, through deep and suffocating water. He lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. There was a red splotch just above his right eye and a little to the right, almost like a third eye. Right where a terminator’s chip would be, if he had been metal.
Fuck.
Behind her, John, still holding the little girl, and Cameron crowded in close. Too close, forcing her to move. John. She had to think of John.
Fuck.
Shoving her thoughts, her feelings, her guilt, into an adamantine box until she had the luxury of dealing with them, Sarah took the final step. Crouching, she took Derek’s gun from his hand, still warm when her fingers brushed against his skin, and then dug through his pocket for half a second for his phone and the extra clip he carried there. Derek Reese was always prepared.
Except when he wasn’t. Fuck.
Feedback is, as always, cherished.