But What We Make (original) (raw)
06 August 2009 @ 08:19 pm
Eventually they found a place to hide. Shelter and some food, though not much. More clean water. Parts that Marcus could use in order to replace what was failing on the car and teach Allison to drive. Probably to fix the car too, knowing Allison. Why stop at only learning one part of how something worked?
So while those two went through the joys of modified Driver's Education, John and Sarah stayed behind. He couldn't drive a manual transmission, there was no reason for him to tag along with that. Besides which, Sarah was supposed to have regained her sight a good five hours prior but her eyes were still discolored with no indication of vision or how long this would last.
( John didn't want to worry.Collapse )
Current Location: somewhere near Palmdale, CA
Current Mood: 
worried
03 August 2009 @ 10:03 pm
In the middle of May, 1984, Sergeant Kyle Reese dies. There is no fanfare, there is no funeral. There are no words exchanged in remembrance. Its very much like any other death in the war. Sarah Connor destroys the Terminator sent back to kill her on her own, and moves on to continue her life, to become the legend John Connor tells his troops about.
Some time after May 14th, 1984, Kyle Perry is born. This world before the war is too pristine and peaceful for Kyle Reese to live in. Sarah Connor has a legend she must achieve on her own, without the interference of a man from beyond her grave looking over her shoulder, sheltering her and her son from harm. Sheltering Sarah Connor from the man she must meet for John Connor to be born. Kyle Reese loves Sarah Connor too fiercely, is too strongly devoted to John Connor to interfere with those things which he loves most, those things that he was sent back to protect. Kyle Reese must die for John Connor to live and Sarah Connor to flourish. Sarah Connor vanishes. The new Kyle...just a normal, civilian, Kyle Perry never seeks her out.
His love for Sarah never dies, never languishes. Hundreds of letters are written and discarded. Occasionally, after he settles in a nondescript town in Virginia, he finds scraps of information on Sarah Connor's activities. Sarah finds John Connor's father. Kyle crumples a letter into a knot and misses the trash bin. Sarah Connor is caught in a preemptive assault against Skynet and imprisoned in Pescadero State Hospital. Kyle abandons his car and keys on the side of the road and locks himself in his home until he can stay on his own. Judgment Day passes without an incident. Kyle writes a letter to her old address, but he never mails it.
Sarah Connor dreamt of darkness and metal, of faces she half recognized. She dreamt of death -- her own, John's, and Kyle's. It looped over and over again with the sound, noise, and light of the world going to Hell. Machines with guns. Machines tracking, kidnapping, pulling humans apart, studying, probing, all so that they could keep killing them. Better, faster, stronger. Jesus fuck, it's the goddamn Six Million Dollar Man. Sarah Connor was cussing deep down in the dream she'd been dreaming since 1997, since she forced John to watch her die. There was supposed to be nothing but darkness, nothing but sleep, but her mind never really shut the fuck up. It kept going.
Dreams came and went.
( This is not a test.Collapse )
Current Location: Bakersfield Quadrant, CA
Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: David Fang - Andromeda Coda Suite
The sun started to set and John got tired. It'd be a long day, all things told, what with people running around and fleeing from Skynet and the Resistance and now this place. Somewhere in Northeastern Nevada. Somewhere out in the open, exposed, where anything and everything really could come across them. Somewhere unfamiliar and new, where there was a real sky and real clouds and not everything could be calculated.
He was tired so he tried to sleep. Tried to fall asleep before the sun went down, so that he could push aside the fear that came with the lack of light. Once John read that most children were afraid of the dark because they expected something terrible to come and snatch them away while their parents were occupied. That wasn't why John was afraid of the dark. He hated being limited, being reminded of his physical strengths and weaknesses. He hated not being able to see properly. John didn't like the dark because his first memory of it being truly dark, included the deaths of two of his 'brothers'. The sound of one of them crying and the way it echoed off the walls of the room the doctors couldn't reach while the power was out. The strange way it tapered off and the way the other boy's skin was cold by the time John made his way through the room, around the equipment, to find where he'd been hiding in the corner.
( It was that memory that startled him awake, suddenly. Wide-eyed and staring at nothing.Collapse )
Current Mood: 
tired
Mary finds it rather odd that she has stayed sane this long.
She is alone, as per usual, her only company the guitar strapped to her back. She is working very hard not to start humming, as she so often has to do, as wary as she is of making more noise than absolutely necessary at any time while in the act of walking (running). Her feet are tired, though, and her head is throbbing, and good god why is she still doing this? A groan nearly escapes, but she turns it into an odd gagging noise at the last minute, pausing in her steady step to sniffle quietly. She blinks, scans her surroundings, and starts moving again, her senses tingling hyperactively as they tend to do in this day and age.
Lonely is her only cogent thought, the rest of the fuzz in her brain consisting of vague worry for sustenance and the omnipresent fear of discovery. Her fingers twitch, and she allows herself a soft sigh and a grimace as she shifts her eyes to the ground.
Unfriendlies, but not the enemy. That was all the explanation he gave Hendricks on the way back. It wouldn't be enough, not for long, not after the sergeant's superiors got wind of it, but the man was smart enough not to press Alex immediately. Alex reports to E; E reports to the higher-ups. The official chain of command never meant much to their squad -- what was "official" worth these days anyway?
But Alex didn't even know what to tell E yet. He wasn't sure what had happened. So when his squad unloads, when any who had caught a stray bullet are cleaned up and tended to, when Morrison has been let loose to roam the halls of the bunker, he calls Amelia aside. Just a touch and a glance is all it takes. Then he heads back into the recesses of his quarters and plunks down on a cot, waiting for her to follow. Those ridiculously long legs get propped up on the nightstand, the youth letting his head lean irritably against the concrete wall.
"What in the hell," he starts when she enters.
Worked, to a degree. Alex got to the helicopter and the helicopter got away, which means (John hopes) that everyone got away. Everyone at risk of being hurt, anyway. He's not going to worry about the doctors or the teachers. They worked for Skynet, so that's a little different. They weren't likely to get killed, anyway.
Captured, perhaps, but that's their own fault.
So now John is staring at the sky. And at the terrain. Not spacing out, which is probably exactly what it looks like he's doing, but actively trying to figure out where they are or where they might be since there is little more than desert, desert, and more desert around them. Except there are some interesting mountains kind of Southeast of them.
"...I think we're in northeastern Nevada. I think. It's hard to tell. Do you think we'll see a sign?"
Chatterbox engaged.
Current Mood: 
rushed
Current Music: Stone Temple Pilots//Kitchenware & Candybars//Purple
Something was going on, that much was obvious. The Doctors were all busy for large chunks of the day, all at the same time, and suddenly there were more areas of the base that were inaccessible. None of it directly affected John and Allison's normal routine for the most part; there were tests and simulations, they didn't have to move their rooms, the sparring and fighting practices still happened in the same place and they were still allowed to access the library.
Still. Something was going on.
After the morning sparring session and John's shooting practice, Dr. Furhman took him to her office. There was someone she wanted him to meet, she told him, and Skynet was interested to see how well they would interact with one another.
Immediately John wondered if Skynet was interested in seeing if this person was going to try and kill him, or something. Still, he told her that he understood.
"Under no circumstances are you to speak with him about protected information. That includes your designation and Allison's. If he asks who or what you are, you are only to say your name. Not your subject number or anything pertaining to that. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dr. Furhman, I understand."
"Good. You will be escorted to the area. Allison will be along shortly."
And thus, 'John Connor' was sent to talk to the newly remodeled Marcus Wright. Since the man doesn't sleep, it's assumed he'll be awake and aware for this...interaction.
Current Music: Muse//Citizen Erased//Origin Of Symmetry