Fic: Cache - Terminator Rating: G
Title: Cache
Author: phyncke
Character/Pairing: OFC, OMC, John Connor (none)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta: keiliss
Summary: A resistance fighter finds something on a reconnaissance mission.
Disclaimer: Based on the Terminator movie verse started by James Cameron and in its latest iteration by McG (Salvation). No profit is made here.
Author Notes: Ficlet of 300 plus words. Third piece with these characters.
Dedicated: To red_lasbelin who motivated me to write this.
Ryan handed her the book at dinner, a meal which consisted of canned rations cooked over the fire. He had stashed it in his pack on his mission that day. He had been out on reconnaissance, plotting terminator locations and had found a perfectly preserved basement room in what must have once been a library.
“I found this today,” he said gruffly, leaning down to shovel more food in his mouth.
“What is it?” Chris began to unwrap the cloth slowly.
“Why don’t you look and find out, wise ass?”
“Okay, okay!”
Her look went from confused to intent as she revealed the leather bound volume which surprisingly showed no damage.
“Ohhh…ohhh.” She opened the volume and flipped through the thin pages.
“I thought you would like that. There are more things there. I can take you tomorrow. I think we should salvage what we can.”
“Ryan, this is SO cool.”
He smiled at her as he sat back in his chair, watching as she thumbed through the pages very carefully, as though she was afraid she would rip them.
“This is a dictionary. Really useful and full of words. Here is one---fecund.”
Ryan looked puzzled and shook his head, “How do you spell it?”
“F-E-C-U-N-D.”
He reasoned, “Well fecal means shit so this must have something to do with shit too, eh?”
“Noooo…” She grinned. “Nice try. Want me to tell you?”
“Lay it on me.”
“It means-‘very productive or creative intellectually, fruitful’,” she read.
He snorted. “Not-‘of or relating to shit’?”
“No,” she sniffed.
Ryan laughed at the haughty look on her face. He was glad she would enjoy the book and hoped that they could return to find more. It reminded him of what they had lost and gave him hope that they might preserve something more of their former lives.
They had been sitting with the radio on when suddenly it crackled to life.
“This is John Connor and you are the resistance.”
Related stories are here:
Nocturnal Transmissions:
http://phyncke.livejournal.com/354773.html
http://phyncke.livejournal.com/356197.html
Author: phyncke
Character/Pairing: OFC, OMC, John Connor (none)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta: keiliss
Summary: A resistance fighter finds something on a reconnaissance mission.
Disclaimer: Based on the Terminator movie verse started by James Cameron and in its latest iteration by McG (Salvation). No profit is made here.
Author Notes: Ficlet of 300 plus words. Third piece with these characters.
Dedicated: To red_lasbelin who motivated me to write this.
Ryan handed her the book at dinner, a meal which consisted of canned rations cooked over the fire. He had stashed it in his pack on his mission that day. He had been out on reconnaissance, plotting terminator locations and had found a perfectly preserved basement room in what must have once been a library.
“I found this today,” he said gruffly, leaning down to shovel more food in his mouth.
“What is it?” Chris began to unwrap the cloth slowly.
“Why don’t you look and find out, wise ass?”
“Okay, okay!”
Her look went from confused to intent as she revealed the leather bound volume which surprisingly showed no damage.
“Ohhh…ohhh.” She opened the volume and flipped through the thin pages.
“I thought you would like that. There are more things there. I can take you tomorrow. I think we should salvage what we can.”
“Ryan, this is SO cool.”
He smiled at her as he sat back in his chair, watching as she thumbed through the pages very carefully, as though she was afraid she would rip them.
“This is a dictionary. Really useful and full of words. Here is one---fecund.”
Ryan looked puzzled and shook his head, “How do you spell it?”
“F-E-C-U-N-D.”
He reasoned, “Well fecal means shit so this must have something to do with shit too, eh?”
“Noooo…” She grinned. “Nice try. Want me to tell you?”
“Lay it on me.”
“It means-‘very productive or creative intellectually, fruitful’,” she read.
He snorted. “Not-‘of or relating to shit’?”
“No,” she sniffed.
Ryan laughed at the haughty look on her face. He was glad she would enjoy the book and hoped that they could return to find more. It reminded him of what they had lost and gave him hope that they might preserve something more of their former lives.
They had been sitting with the radio on when suddenly it crackled to life.
“This is John Connor and you are the resistance.”
Related stories are here:
Nocturnal Transmissions:
http://phyncke.livejournal.com/354773.html
http://phyncke.livejournal.com/356197.html