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noblealiceworksTitle: The Daylight Can't Stay Forever
Author: lily
Pairing: John/Cameron, John/Kate (Sarah Connor Chronicles)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,300+
Summary: It’d been two days since he’s sent her back. Two days since he’d had a decent night’s sleep.
Author’s Notes: I’ve not seen T3, so sorry if I’ve got Kate wrong.
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tonicangel!
”You cut your hair.”
He sidestepped out of the bathroom, unsure how to act around her now. “At least your obvious observation skills weren’t damaged.”
“But it will not stop a Terminator from identifying you. Your objective failed.”
“My objective wasn’t to change my appearance to run away. I’m going to start facing life head-on.” She stared hard at him without blinking, her head tilted so he could see the soft curve of her neck. He lost focus, his thoughts moving to places they had no place being and cursed inwardly.
There was a reason he always lost the staring contests.
“Should I cut my hair too?” Staples still showed through her bruised and bloody skin. He wondered if it mattered to her, if she cared what she looked like. It would be natural to be vain for a normal girl, but Cameron could be herself around him. Or at least he hoped she could.
“No!” He blurted, perhaps a little too forcefully. “That’s not necessary. This was a personal choice.” He couldn’t imagine her without the long hair that almost reached the middle of her back. He liked how it tickled his fingers when he placed his hand there to guide her when she went in the wrong direction.
He wondered if it was synthetic.
“Was the hair in your eyes a distraction? Is this to better aid your sight?”
“Cameron, sometimes I won’t be able to explain my decisions to you. Sometimes I have to be alone. In fact, starting now, I’m going to need to be more independent than before. You have to refrain from interfering.” She meant too much to him. He was going to have to push them all back, start construction on the inner core of strength he’ll be known for.
She moved closer and he had to control himself, knowing she would notice his pulse increasing. “Is this because I’m damaged?” He wanted to touch her; to cup her cheek or pull her into a hug. He wanted to wrap his arm around her like a shawl and have her lean into his shoulder, anything to stop her lips from trembling.
“No, Cameron. It’s because I think that I am.”
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It’d been two days since he’d sent her back. Two days since he’d had a decent night’s sleep.
Dickson had calmed down some, breathing easier now that they don’t have ‘one of those damn machines’ living with them anymore. Kate had also visibly relaxed since Cameron left from protecting him to go back to protect him. She was starting to drop hints of wanting children again whenever the sound of the heat-seeking missiles outside the bunkers lessened to a light roar. He knew that they expected him to be strong, to lead them back to humanity.
So how was it that the most humanperson thing he knew was the very person thing he’d sent away?
They weren’t as low as he would have liked, and whenever a target was too close, the now all-too familiar rumble was accompanied by the sound of half of the ceiling falling onto them. He tried to shake the doubts out of his mind with the dust that had settled during the brief time he’d allowed himself to be asleep.
Kate rolled over in bed and he could feel the loss of her warmth. He moved to roll with her so he could replace his arm around her body. He pulled her tight to his chest and grinned when he splayed out his fingers on her belly. His flat palm could almost cover her from end to end and for the first time, he wondered what it would feel like to do this if her body was round with his child.
She stirred lightly and he lifted himself up enough to whisper in her ear and gently nuzzle her neck.
She hadn’t always been such a light sleeper, but since she refused to be sent away while he fought, she’d had to adapt to the pitfalls of living with the enemies primary target in the middle of the apocalypse.
He knows that she once thought it was all romantic. She harboured false notions of heroism and he hopes she doesn’t regret her choice now. He tells himself that if she was ever that foolish, she must have gotten over it with cool pragmatism by now.
Sometimes he wonders how everyone else can believe the lies he gives when they are so transparent to him.
He hears volunteers coming back from a mission, or sentries changing shifts. After awhile, boots stomping on concrete all sounds the same. He uses their rhythm to synchronise his breathing into regular intervals. The repetition reminds him of someone comforting and he allows himself to fall back asleep.
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He’s been avoiding sleep, but no one comments on it yet. They’ve all made new demons to deal with today. But none of them have visions of a man dying by his hand waiting for them when they close their eyes.
The jam on his sandwich was cloying and peanut butter sticks to the roof of his mouth. He exited their makeshift kitchen with a browning apple and his knife.
Cameron made him aware of her presence when he entered the room. They had had to make a deal about that after an embarrassing incident when he’d found out that she had been silent in his bedroom without him knowing. “You’ll need your rest for tomorrow. It’s—“
“—a Big Day. Yeah, I know. Every day seems to be a Big Day for me.”
“I’m running a search for local schools in case your mother doesn’t think it safe to go back.” She turns her head from the window, looking over her shoulder. “I didn’t think you would want to go Montessori.” The smirk on her face feels almost genuine.
He collapses onto the sofa that’s seen better decades, continuing to carve sections out of his apple in silence.
“A catholic school might be nice.” She’s changed her tone to wistful and he cynically wonders if that’s a special setting for convincing him.
“I think I’d hate to wear the uniforms.”
“There is a certain anonymity in following an ordered crowd. Individuals are too erratic, they don’t move in predicted patterns. You would blend in well if you moved with the pack.”
“But I’d be giving up everything that separates us from them.” He snaps and she quickly faces the window again. “I meant the other Terminators.” He says softly, peeling off the apple's skin to reveal juicy, white flesh.
She doesn’t turn away from her post again. “Yeah. I know.”
“Besides, I would learn more spending my time with you. You say that I’m going to build you and re-program your software. How will I know how to do that if you don’t teach me?”
“It’s true that I will take time. You will have many years without me, John Connor.” He’s moved to stand beside her but she still refuses to look at him. “But you will survive without me. You will have others to help share your burden.”
The streetlight from outside casts a glow on her face; it’s an eerie artificial moonlight highlighting beautiful artificial skin.
Her eyes continue to scan the road, but her fingers find his and she gives him a light squeeze that he assumes is meant to reassure him. “Remember, I am not the first you sent back.”
“If I had you, why did I send the others?” Now that he’s touching her, he doesn’t want to stop.
“You didn’t want me to leave.” She paused, leaving the unspoken accusation of yet hanging in the air between them.
The streetlight flicks off, signalling dawn’s approach and he can no longer fight off the nightmares that will probably come tonight.
“I should get some rest. I could wake up Catholic in the morning.”
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Author: lily
Pairing: John/Cameron, John/Kate (Sarah Connor Chronicles)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,300+
Summary: It’d been two days since he’s sent her back. Two days since he’d had a decent night’s sleep.
Author’s Notes: I’ve not seen T3, so sorry if I’ve got Kate wrong.
Thanks to my fabulous and lightning fast beta,
tonicangel!”You cut your hair.”
He sidestepped out of the bathroom, unsure how to act around her now. “At least your obvious observation skills weren’t damaged.”
“But it will not stop a Terminator from identifying you. Your objective failed.”
“My objective wasn’t to change my appearance to run away. I’m going to start facing life head-on.” She stared hard at him without blinking, her head tilted so he could see the soft curve of her neck. He lost focus, his thoughts moving to places they had no place being and cursed inwardly.
There was a reason he always lost the staring contests.
“Should I cut my hair too?” Staples still showed through her bruised and bloody skin. He wondered if it mattered to her, if she cared what she looked like. It would be natural to be vain for a normal girl, but Cameron could be herself around him. Or at least he hoped she could.
“No!” He blurted, perhaps a little too forcefully. “That’s not necessary. This was a personal choice.” He couldn’t imagine her without the long hair that almost reached the middle of her back. He liked how it tickled his fingers when he placed his hand there to guide her when she went in the wrong direction.
He wondered if it was synthetic.
“Was the hair in your eyes a distraction? Is this to better aid your sight?”
“Cameron, sometimes I won’t be able to explain my decisions to you. Sometimes I have to be alone. In fact, starting now, I’m going to need to be more independent than before. You have to refrain from interfering.” She meant too much to him. He was going to have to push them all back, start construction on the inner core of strength he’ll be known for.
She moved closer and he had to control himself, knowing she would notice his pulse increasing. “Is this because I’m damaged?” He wanted to touch her; to cup her cheek or pull her into a hug. He wanted to wrap his arm around her like a shawl and have her lean into his shoulder, anything to stop her lips from trembling.
“No, Cameron. It’s because I think that I am.”
It’d been two days since he’d sent her back. Two days since he’d had a decent night’s sleep.
Dickson had calmed down some, breathing easier now that they don’t have ‘one of those damn machines’ living with them anymore. Kate had also visibly relaxed since Cameron left from protecting him to go back to protect him. She was starting to drop hints of wanting children again whenever the sound of the heat-seeking missiles outside the bunkers lessened to a light roar. He knew that they expected him to be strong, to lead them back to humanity.
So how was it that the most human
They weren’t as low as he would have liked, and whenever a target was too close, the now all-too familiar rumble was accompanied by the sound of half of the ceiling falling onto them. He tried to shake the doubts out of his mind with the dust that had settled during the brief time he’d allowed himself to be asleep.
Kate rolled over in bed and he could feel the loss of her warmth. He moved to roll with her so he could replace his arm around her body. He pulled her tight to his chest and grinned when he splayed out his fingers on her belly. His flat palm could almost cover her from end to end and for the first time, he wondered what it would feel like to do this if her body was round with his child.
She stirred lightly and he lifted himself up enough to whisper in her ear and gently nuzzle her neck.
She hadn’t always been such a light sleeper, but since she refused to be sent away while he fought, she’d had to adapt to the pitfalls of living with the enemies primary target in the middle of the apocalypse.
He knows that she once thought it was all romantic. She harboured false notions of heroism and he hopes she doesn’t regret her choice now. He tells himself that if she was ever that foolish, she must have gotten over it with cool pragmatism by now.
Sometimes he wonders how everyone else can believe the lies he gives when they are so transparent to him.
He hears volunteers coming back from a mission, or sentries changing shifts. After awhile, boots stomping on concrete all sounds the same. He uses their rhythm to synchronise his breathing into regular intervals. The repetition reminds him of someone comforting and he allows himself to fall back asleep.
He’s been avoiding sleep, but no one comments on it yet. They’ve all made new demons to deal with today. But none of them have visions of a man dying by his hand waiting for them when they close their eyes.
The jam on his sandwich was cloying and peanut butter sticks to the roof of his mouth. He exited their makeshift kitchen with a browning apple and his knife.
Cameron made him aware of her presence when he entered the room. They had had to make a deal about that after an embarrassing incident when he’d found out that she had been silent in his bedroom without him knowing. “You’ll need your rest for tomorrow. It’s—“
“—a Big Day. Yeah, I know. Every day seems to be a Big Day for me.”
“I’m running a search for local schools in case your mother doesn’t think it safe to go back.” She turns her head from the window, looking over her shoulder. “I didn’t think you would want to go Montessori.” The smirk on her face feels almost genuine.
He collapses onto the sofa that’s seen better decades, continuing to carve sections out of his apple in silence.
“A catholic school might be nice.” She’s changed her tone to wistful and he cynically wonders if that’s a special setting for convincing him.
“I think I’d hate to wear the uniforms.”
“There is a certain anonymity in following an ordered crowd. Individuals are too erratic, they don’t move in predicted patterns. You would blend in well if you moved with the pack.”
“But I’d be giving up everything that separates us from them.” He snaps and she quickly faces the window again. “I meant the other Terminators.” He says softly, peeling off the apple's skin to reveal juicy, white flesh.
She doesn’t turn away from her post again. “Yeah. I know.”
“Besides, I would learn more spending my time with you. You say that I’m going to build you and re-program your software. How will I know how to do that if you don’t teach me?”
“It’s true that I will take time. You will have many years without me, John Connor.” He’s moved to stand beside her but she still refuses to look at him. “But you will survive without me. You will have others to help share your burden.”
The streetlight from outside casts a glow on her face; it’s an eerie artificial moonlight highlighting beautiful artificial skin.
Her eyes continue to scan the road, but her fingers find his and she gives him a light squeeze that he assumes is meant to reassure him. “Remember, I am not the first you sent back.”
“If I had you, why did I send the others?” Now that he’s touching her, he doesn’t want to stop.
“You didn’t want me to leave.” She paused, leaving the unspoken accusation of yet hanging in the air between them.
The streetlight flicks off, signalling dawn’s approach and he can no longer fight off the nightmares that will probably come tonight.
“I should get some rest. I could wake up Catholic in the morning.”
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Date: 2008-09-13 07:13 pm (UTC)I only have a question: who is Kate? Is she John's woman (from third movie, that I watched, but don't remember?) or she is a character that will shows up at second season?
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Date: 2008-09-13 07:29 pm (UTC)She's the character from the third movie (played by Claire Danes) in the next Christian Bale movie (played by Bryce Dallas Howard), she is listed as "Kate Connor". :(
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