Fic: "Old as Your Omens"
Title: Old as Your Omens
Author: stars_inthe_sky
Character/Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG/Teen
Warnings: Spoilers for Terminator: Genisys
Summary: Sometimes, Sarah thinks Skynet is raising them all.
Disclaimer: Written for Yuletide 2016, with help from the perpetually useful Terminator Wiki and the unbeatable beta services of red_b_rackham and revedeshautbois. I own nothing and no one.
Author Notes: A story about Sarah's relationship (such as it is) to John in the T:G timeline, and about how she comes into her own along the way.
Tonight, her mission is so simple and familiar that she can do it by rote, and her too-alert mind wanders, just a little. Sarah shifts her focus back to the bits of plastic and metal in front of her. She needs to know how each thing feels and fits, to teach it all to John later. Her fingers move faster than her thoughts; they have to. Thinking is all too often an indulgence she can’t afford.
But this isn’t one of those nights, and the thought hits her shortly after Pops, satisfied with her handiwork, sends her back to bed. To teach it all to John. Someday, she’ll pass this cold, lonely life on to her son. She’ll be the one administering midnight tests, pushing the tools of war into a child’s grasp, marching that child through to the adulthood humanity needs him to reach all too soon.
In the years since Pops rescued her, Sarah has barely thought about the person she’s supposed to bear and raise. He’s central to her continued existence-the reason Pops saved her life, the reason Skynet wants her dead-but until now she’d never considered him as an actual person, as someone on the verge of living through so much of what she already has, someone not yet wholly formed.
She’s grown familiar with the concept of John Connor, future savior of humanity. Tonight, for the first time, she starts to imagine John Connor as her son-a boy with an unasked-for destiny and a gun not meant for his small hands.
Author: stars_inthe_sky
Character/Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG/Teen
Warnings: Spoilers for Terminator: Genisys
Summary: Sometimes, Sarah thinks Skynet is raising them all.
Disclaimer: Written for Yuletide 2016, with help from the perpetually useful Terminator Wiki and the unbeatable beta services of red_b_rackham and revedeshautbois. I own nothing and no one.
Author Notes: A story about Sarah's relationship (such as it is) to John in the T:G timeline, and about how she comes into her own along the way.
Tonight, her mission is so simple and familiar that she can do it by rote, and her too-alert mind wanders, just a little. Sarah shifts her focus back to the bits of plastic and metal in front of her. She needs to know how each thing feels and fits, to teach it all to John later. Her fingers move faster than her thoughts; they have to. Thinking is all too often an indulgence she can’t afford.
But this isn’t one of those nights, and the thought hits her shortly after Pops, satisfied with her handiwork, sends her back to bed. To teach it all to John. Someday, she’ll pass this cold, lonely life on to her son. She’ll be the one administering midnight tests, pushing the tools of war into a child’s grasp, marching that child through to the adulthood humanity needs him to reach all too soon.
In the years since Pops rescued her, Sarah has barely thought about the person she’s supposed to bear and raise. He’s central to her continued existence-the reason Pops saved her life, the reason Skynet wants her dead-but until now she’d never considered him as an actual person, as someone on the verge of living through so much of what she already has, someone not yet wholly formed.
She’s grown familiar with the concept of John Connor, future savior of humanity. Tonight, for the first time, she starts to imagine John Connor as her son-a boy with an unasked-for destiny and a gun not meant for his small hands.