where the firelight goes
Sarah Connor watched the waves lap against the the dock's wooden supports as she swung her legs to sit on its edge. Max, tongue lolling, nudged her arm and lay his head against her shoulder and she shook her head slightly. He was definitely smart for a puppy, though from his sheer size, she was sure he wasn't a normal puppy. Not with his sharp intelligence and temperament, at least.
He licked at her arm and she ruffled his fur, frowning out into the late afternoon light.
She'd kept busy the way she always did, exploring, learning, taking the Island in, trapping animals for food, raiding the garden for root vegetables, cooking over a pit fire. The usual shit. Sarah remained vigilant, though, as always. There was nothing to say metal wouldn't come, that it wouldn't find her.
Fuck the people who said otherwise. If a T-1000 could show up, even if it changed from metal to human, something worse could show us as well. And if it did, it could easily remember its programming, flesh or not, and kill her. She'd trained Max to know people and the wolf-dog seemed to catch on quickly to intention, which was a blessing. Maybe somewhere out there John was coming. Maybe Kyle. Maybe. But there was always metal and it would find a way. It always did, day after day after day after year.
"What do you think, Max?" she said, her eyes sharp as a breeze whipped her hair against her face. She pulled the strands away and tucked the back into her severe ponytail. "You think there's gonna be a storm coming?"
Max grumbled softly and his head jerked up.
"I think that storm is going to come in," she murmured. "I think it's always coming in."
[[Have some Sarah Connor on Shari Dock, kickin' it with her dire wolf, Max. She's in a Connor mood, which is pretty damn usual. She'll be nice, she promises. If you're pleasant, she might take you home for some boar and jungle fowl root veggie stew. Any Ts welcome!]]
He licked at her arm and she ruffled his fur, frowning out into the late afternoon light.
She'd kept busy the way she always did, exploring, learning, taking the Island in, trapping animals for food, raiding the garden for root vegetables, cooking over a pit fire. The usual shit. Sarah remained vigilant, though, as always. There was nothing to say metal wouldn't come, that it wouldn't find her.
Fuck the people who said otherwise. If a T-1000 could show up, even if it changed from metal to human, something worse could show us as well. And if it did, it could easily remember its programming, flesh or not, and kill her. She'd trained Max to know people and the wolf-dog seemed to catch on quickly to intention, which was a blessing. Maybe somewhere out there John was coming. Maybe Kyle. Maybe. But there was always metal and it would find a way. It always did, day after day after day after year.
"What do you think, Max?" she said, her eyes sharp as a breeze whipped her hair against her face. She pulled the strands away and tucked the back into her severe ponytail. "You think there's gonna be a storm coming?"
Max grumbled softly and his head jerked up.
"I think that storm is going to come in," she murmured. "I think it's always coming in."
[[Have some Sarah Connor on Shari Dock, kickin' it with her dire wolf, Max. She's in a Connor mood, which is pretty damn usual. She'll be nice, she promises. If you're pleasant, she might take you home for some boar and jungle fowl root veggie stew. Any Ts welcome!]]