are you going to leave me [closed]

[hows_the_knee]

who ; Sarah and York
what ; Post-AM, post-death reunion.
where ; Garden Zone 14
when ; After AM's prisoners get spat back out through the teleporters, and York respawns after his death in Zone 12.
warning(s) ; Angst. Sarah.

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[howkickassiam]

[ The urgency is still there, but when he's spit out of the teleporter again, he hesitates a moment, because this-- isn't where they need to be.

Delta?

There's no answer, nothing but a glaring silence in the back of his head, but he knows Delta's supposed to be there, everything's wrong and messed up and really what the hell happened?

He has his suspicions right off the bat, but he can't think straight, can't seem to get past jumbled thoughts and he just gives up, eventually, and goes to the nearest safehouse, hands shaking as he gets into normal clothes, and just puts his head in his hands for a moment.

you know you don't think right with Delta not there, but something's not right, the dates are wrong and you--

The ping makes him pause, and he just stares for a long moment before heading out the door as fast as he can. There's no thought about traps or who he has to see or alert-- it's Sarah, he has to figure out what's going on

[hows_the_knee]

[She's out of sight on the other side of a tree - her first instinct had been to hide, to duck around the tree where she couldn't be seen and make herself as small as possible.

Something about being kidnapped from your own home by a dragon does that to a person.

She recognizes his voice, though, and breathes an audible sigh of relief, pushing herself up on her hands to lean around the tree so she can see him.]

...York?

[She looks about as bad as she feels - tired and hungry and dirty, in the same clothes she'd been wearing the last time he'd saw her a week ago, and her eyes are wide and haunted.]

[howkickassiam]

[ It's really her; some small part of him asks what he'd do with just a pistol if it wasn't, but that's neither here nor there.

She's out she's free how did she--

York shoves that aside and moves forward quickly, already reaching out, their prior arguments gone and forgotten as he cups her cheek and presses his forehead to hers. ]

Oh, jesus, sweetheart, what happened? How did you get out--?

[hows_the_knee]

[The questions are coming too quickly, too much for her to process right now, and she doesn't even try to answer just yet, just leans forward into him and fists her hands in his shirt, clinging onto him, her voice broken.]

York - I can't - I couldn't save him, I tried, I tried -

[She'd resisted AM's torture at first, as valiantly as she could, but after a week of scenario after scenario in which she tried, and failed, to save John from the Terminators, she can't even close her eyes anymore without seeing his death play out before her again and again.]

laaater.

[howkickassiam]

[ the old house is still being repaired and he's not even sure he wants to go back, really, which leaves him out and about to get stuff for the new place. He's not sure if they'll stay there long, but he wants to get Sarah settled and wants to make sure that they get it set up for at least a few days, sure no one is going to want to leave yet.

It's nearly an hour later that he comes back; the robots had delivered what he ordered to the front door and he'd went on a shopping trip of his own to get food for a meal today, along with a few other things. It takes just a few moments to drag it all in, and then a few minutes in the kitchen, and soon enough he's heading to Sarah's bedroom door, a steaming mug of cocoa in his hands, a ridiculously large, soft blanket in another, and a bag of clothes hanging on one wrist. ]

...Sarah?

[hows_the_knee]

[She's curled up in bed, under a thin blanket she'd found in the closet - York had made sure that all the safehouses were stocked with the necessities, but it's the bare minimum.

She hadn't been thrilled about the idea of York going out for supplies, but they needed food, at least, and once he'd gone she'd retreated to the bedroom, exhausted but unable to sleep. She has no idea what time it is, and doesn't really care.

She shifts when York calls softly at the door, raising her head from the pillow but not getting up to open it.]

Come in.

[howkickassiam]

[ He knows there isn't much in there, which is what brings him back. York slides in the door and juggles everything as carefully as he can, setting the mugs on the side of the table, and shaking out the huge blanket, already working on draping it over her, letting her figure out how she wants it.

The bag of clothes he just puts off to the side, and takes to offering her the mug, first. ]

I have one without irish cream and one with. Which one d'you want?

[hows_the_knee]

[Sarah sits up when he opens the door, feeling a little guilty at the way he's trying to carry everything at once, but not quite guilty enough to actually get out of bed to help.

She takes the blanket gratefully, drawing it around herself, and forces herself to smile when he offers the hot chocolate, but she can't quite bring herself to care. Hot chocolate just doesn't seem to matter much, right now, but she can appreciate the gesture.

Mostly, she's glad he's back.]

Either one.