Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles Drabble (7/10)
Title: Blood and Water
Genre: Television
Series: Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters: Cameron Philips, Derek Reese
Spoilers: 2x20-"To The Lighthouse"
Rating: PG
Summary: Derek and Cameron after they made their escape from the warehouse.
Author's Note: This was written for 10_quotes.
Word Count: 500
Cross-posted: scc_fic
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Quote: It Happened One Night-"Why didn't you take off all your clothes? You could have stopped forty cars." - "Well, ooo, I'll remember that when we need forty cars."
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Cameron was soaking wet from head to toe, the long tendrils of her dark hair making her eyes gaze out of her face even more prominently than usual; she was the picture of temptation, all wide-eyed innocence and repressed sexuality. Derek saw her for what she was, but forcing himself to see what others would see, what John chose to see, only made him more confused.
"It does not appear that anyone is going to give us a ride back to the truck," Cameron noted in her soft monotone voice, dropping her hand back to her side as she watched another vehicle speed past.
"Why'd you park it so far away, anyways?" Derek snapped, struggling not to grimace as a cramp seized up his calf muscle.
"I did not want to risk being seen. I had no information on who had kidnapped you."
"So you park the truck five miles away?"
Cameron nodded. "I calculated the optimum distance to escape notice."
Derek glared at her but didn't reply. They walked silently for several minutes, her awkward silent steps an easy match for his stomping ones. Every couple of seconds he'd glance over at her then away. He wanted to ask her a question, but he knew he would most likely be thrown off by the answer.
"Are you in pain?" She asked suddenly, stopping her forward movement and turning to him.
Derek stopped as well, but didn't turn to her. "It's just a Charlie Horse, I'll walk it off."
"You are in pain," Cameron noted, more to herself than him. She studied the cars that sped past on the highway and suddenly nodded her head. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, baring her chest for the world to see. Derek goggled at her for several seconds, shocked by the sudden movement and out-of-character action.
Then he became aware of the screeching brakes of several vehicles as they made sudden and unexpected stops. Turning to face the road Derek couldn't help but grin. "Why didn't you take off all your clothes? You could have stopped forty cars."
"I will remember that when we need forty cars," Cameron replied matter-of-factly as she reached for the back door of one of the stopped vehicles and gestured for him to get in. As he slid across the seat, leaving room for her, she spoke to the driver. "Thank you for stopping."
They had only been driving for several seconds when Derek asked the question that had been lingering on his mind since their escape. "Why'd you come for me?"
"It was not a large risk to rescue you. If you were to disappear suddenly, Sarah and John would believe I killed you. In order to protect John, he must trust me. Riley's death has not shaken his trust, but yours would," Cameron explained, her voice dipping low so the driver couldn't hear.
"Why?" Derek asked, still sore about his part in that mess.
"Blood is thicker than water."
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Review, please.
Genre: Television
Series: Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters: Cameron Philips, Derek Reese
Spoilers: 2x20-"To The Lighthouse"
Rating: PG
Summary: Derek and Cameron after they made their escape from the warehouse.
Author's Note: This was written for 10_quotes.
Word Count: 500
Cross-posted: scc_fic
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Quote: It Happened One Night-"Why didn't you take off all your clothes? You could have stopped forty cars." - "Well, ooo, I'll remember that when we need forty cars."
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Cameron was soaking wet from head to toe, the long tendrils of her dark hair making her eyes gaze out of her face even more prominently than usual; she was the picture of temptation, all wide-eyed innocence and repressed sexuality. Derek saw her for what she was, but forcing himself to see what others would see, what John chose to see, only made him more confused.
"It does not appear that anyone is going to give us a ride back to the truck," Cameron noted in her soft monotone voice, dropping her hand back to her side as she watched another vehicle speed past.
"Why'd you park it so far away, anyways?" Derek snapped, struggling not to grimace as a cramp seized up his calf muscle.
"I did not want to risk being seen. I had no information on who had kidnapped you."
"So you park the truck five miles away?"
Cameron nodded. "I calculated the optimum distance to escape notice."
Derek glared at her but didn't reply. They walked silently for several minutes, her awkward silent steps an easy match for his stomping ones. Every couple of seconds he'd glance over at her then away. He wanted to ask her a question, but he knew he would most likely be thrown off by the answer.
"Are you in pain?" She asked suddenly, stopping her forward movement and turning to him.
Derek stopped as well, but didn't turn to her. "It's just a Charlie Horse, I'll walk it off."
"You are in pain," Cameron noted, more to herself than him. She studied the cars that sped past on the highway and suddenly nodded her head. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, baring her chest for the world to see. Derek goggled at her for several seconds, shocked by the sudden movement and out-of-character action.
Then he became aware of the screeching brakes of several vehicles as they made sudden and unexpected stops. Turning to face the road Derek couldn't help but grin. "Why didn't you take off all your clothes? You could have stopped forty cars."
"I will remember that when we need forty cars," Cameron replied matter-of-factly as she reached for the back door of one of the stopped vehicles and gestured for him to get in. As he slid across the seat, leaving room for her, she spoke to the driver. "Thank you for stopping."
They had only been driving for several seconds when Derek asked the question that had been lingering on his mind since their escape. "Why'd you come for me?"
"It was not a large risk to rescue you. If you were to disappear suddenly, Sarah and John would believe I killed you. In order to protect John, he must trust me. Riley's death has not shaken his trust, but yours would," Cameron explained, her voice dipping low so the driver couldn't hear.
"Why?" Derek asked, still sore about his part in that mess.
"Blood is thicker than water."
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Review, please.