Drabble - the Photo
Title: The Polaroid
Author: gemfyre
Character/Pairing: John, Kyle
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Set after the end of T:SCC. Kyle is only a couple of years older than John. But the pivotal event plays itself out once again.
Disclaimer: Characters are James Cameron's, not mine.
Author Notes: This is intended to be part of a longer story I'm working on.
Something fluttered out of the coat pocket and landed on the ground. Kyle picked it up and gazed at the mysterious woman in the photograph. She was sitting in a Jeep with a German Shepard at her side, an eerie, bittersweet look on her face.
“Who’s that?” He asked John. John turned to see what he was looking at. So, this was how it would happen this time. He stepped over to Kyle and looked down at the familiar Polaroid.
“That’s my mom.”
“Wow. You must have given her hell.” He said jokingly. John desperately wanted to say, she knew, but kept his mouth shut. “She’s kinda cute.” Kyle commented, handing the photo back to John. He didn’t move to take it.
“Nah, you keep it. Maybe it’ll bring you luck.” Kyle may have thought what he said was just a boyish quip, but John knew better. Kyle wanted to have that photograph on him, to study the woman in the Jeep, and, in time, fall in love with her as he had to.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. If I ever want to look at it I can ask you. So don’t lose it.” He grinned at this peer who would one day become his father. Kyle smiled back and pocketed the photo. And destiny rolled on down its tracks.
Author: gemfyre
Character/Pairing: John, Kyle
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Set after the end of T:SCC. Kyle is only a couple of years older than John. But the pivotal event plays itself out once again.
Disclaimer: Characters are James Cameron's, not mine.
Author Notes: This is intended to be part of a longer story I'm working on.
Something fluttered out of the coat pocket and landed on the ground. Kyle picked it up and gazed at the mysterious woman in the photograph. She was sitting in a Jeep with a German Shepard at her side, an eerie, bittersweet look on her face.
“Who’s that?” He asked John. John turned to see what he was looking at. So, this was how it would happen this time. He stepped over to Kyle and looked down at the familiar Polaroid.
“That’s my mom.”
“Wow. You must have given her hell.” He said jokingly. John desperately wanted to say, she knew, but kept his mouth shut. “She’s kinda cute.” Kyle commented, handing the photo back to John. He didn’t move to take it.
“Nah, you keep it. Maybe it’ll bring you luck.” Kyle may have thought what he said was just a boyish quip, but John knew better. Kyle wanted to have that photograph on him, to study the woman in the Jeep, and, in time, fall in love with her as he had to.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. If I ever want to look at it I can ask you. So don’t lose it.” He grinned at this peer who would one day become his father. Kyle smiled back and pocketed the photo. And destiny rolled on down its tracks.