Advent Calendar Day Eleven - Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles ficbit: faster than sound
Day One | Avalanche, Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, R, 400 words | for pjvilar
Day Two | No Fu Manchu, Hawaii Five-0, Danny, Steve, PG, 803 words | for laceymcbain
Day Three | running away from nothing real, Inception, Eames/Ariadne, R, 1,358 words | for vinylroad
Day Four | they said a hundred times I should have died, Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, NC-17, 1,192 words | for pau494
Day Five | try again, die again, die better, Torchwood, Jack, wallpaper | for pierhias
Day Six | monsters are always hungry, darling, Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, NC-17, 1,001 words | for lunatics_word
Day Seven | The Nine Lives of Bryce Larkin, Chuck/Chrestomanci series (Diana Wynne Jones), Bryce/Chuck, PG-13, 1,760 words | for misura
Day Eight | Jump, Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, PG-13, 2,045 words | for idrilka
Day Nine | It's a White Oahu Christmas, Eureka/Hawaii Five-0/Leverage/Supernatural/White Collar, G, 1,450 words | for vonilyn
Day Ten | The Jackpot, White Collar, Neal/Peter, PG, 644 words | for lazy-daze
faster than sound [Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, John, Cameron, PG-13, 237 words, for nrrrdy_grrrl, prompt: Cameron and Future!John, explosives. Beta thanks to such_heights.]
They're running through the tunnels, air heavy with the acrid scent of explosives. She doesn't dream, so this must be real, either now or past, or yet to come, a future she's already seen. They're running through the tunnels and Cameron wills John on, grabs him by the hand and makes him faster, tired legs pumping, feet barely touching the ground, and they're moving so fast now that the sounds trail away behind them. The air clears, and maybe they'll make it, John gasping for breath beside her, maybe they'll make it. But light is faster than sound, and the light follows them, hits them, white hot light, so bright it burns. So hot she lets go of John's hand, and though she casts around for him she's blinded by the light.
She never finds him.
Cameron gets up, puts the light on, and walks to the door. It opens onto the corridor of the house on Maple Drive. She hears John sleeping in the next room, the gentle susurration of breath, the random stirrings of his young body, still able to run fast enough whenever he needs to.
She's changed the past and changing the future.
She stands in the corridor and listens until her own body echoes the rate of his heartbeat and she no longer needs to run.
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Day Two | No Fu Manchu, Hawaii Five-0, Danny, Steve, PG, 803 words | for laceymcbain
Day Three | running away from nothing real, Inception, Eames/Ariadne, R, 1,358 words | for vinylroad
Day Four | they said a hundred times I should have died, Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, NC-17, 1,192 words | for pau494
Day Five | try again, die again, die better, Torchwood, Jack, wallpaper | for pierhias
Day Six | monsters are always hungry, darling, Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, NC-17, 1,001 words | for lunatics_word
Day Seven | The Nine Lives of Bryce Larkin, Chuck/Chrestomanci series (Diana Wynne Jones), Bryce/Chuck, PG-13, 1,760 words | for misura
Day Eight | Jump, Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, PG-13, 2,045 words | for idrilka
Day Nine | It's a White Oahu Christmas, Eureka/Hawaii Five-0/Leverage/Supernatural/White Collar, G, 1,450 words | for vonilyn
Day Ten | The Jackpot, White Collar, Neal/Peter, PG, 644 words | for lazy-daze
faster than sound [Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, John, Cameron, PG-13, 237 words, for nrrrdy_grrrl, prompt: Cameron and Future!John, explosives. Beta thanks to such_heights.]
They're running through the tunnels, air heavy with the acrid scent of explosives. She doesn't dream, so this must be real, either now or past, or yet to come, a future she's already seen. They're running through the tunnels and Cameron wills John on, grabs him by the hand and makes him faster, tired legs pumping, feet barely touching the ground, and they're moving so fast now that the sounds trail away behind them. The air clears, and maybe they'll make it, John gasping for breath beside her, maybe they'll make it. But light is faster than sound, and the light follows them, hits them, white hot light, so bright it burns. So hot she lets go of John's hand, and though she casts around for him she's blinded by the light.
She never finds him.
Cameron gets up, puts the light on, and walks to the door. It opens onto the corridor of the house on Maple Drive. She hears John sleeping in the next room, the gentle susurration of breath, the random stirrings of his young body, still able to run fast enough whenever he needs to.
She's changed the past and changing the future.
She stands in the corridor and listens until her own body echoes the rate of his heartbeat and she no longer needs to run.
//