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[log || ongoing]
When; Sunday 21st June [father's day curse]
Rating; PG-13 [ps: spoilers]
Characters; Holly Short [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
captainshort] and John Connor [resistfate]
Summary; What happens when you cross a three foot elf, the arrival of an injured soldier, and a city curse?
Log;
'No one is ever safe.'
It was a mantra he'd been forced to live by from the moment he was old enough to understand it. Perhaps even long before. So the moment he heard that quiet rustling sound in the distance, John had snapped back to alertness. Or as close as he could manage in his morphine addled state. His eyes were drawn to the figure at the end of his bed. The one that was now so familiar to him, despite them only having recently met.
Kyle Reese.
His father.
John spared the smallest of smiles to the teenager, his own hand relaxing its grip on the handle of the handgun hidden beneath his sheets. He'd been standing guard for what must've been hours now. There was a a silent moment, before John started to slowly lever himself upwards to slide back up the bed. Just enough that he could see the room without having to crane his neck. The bloodied bandages on his chest tugged tighter at the movement, and a few curse words hissed out through gritted teeth followed. He could vaguely hear talking in the background; undoubtedly Kyle saying something along the lines of him having to keep still. But John was already used to being injured- even if it wasn't post-surgery recovery -so he knew plenty enough about how far to push himself.
"Reese-" He paused, his voice slipping from the harsh tone of before and in to a softer one. A friendlier one. "Kyle. Go get some rest while you can. Send Barnes in." His eyes trailed after the boy as he stood up and made his way out of the room without another word.
Another few moments passed before John was settled back against the headboard, giving him the opportunity to look around. To look around and realise that they weren't back at their own base. They were somewhere new. Somewhere...clean. And equiped. Somewhere that looked remarkably like the hospitals he remembered before J-Day had come round.
"Kate?" He coughed, a hand jumping to his chest to press firmly over the wound. The other dropped back to the weapon once again, slipping the safety off. "Anyone out there?"
Rating; PG-13 [ps: spoilers]
Characters; Holly Short [
captainshort] and John Connor [resistfate]Summary; What happens when you cross a three foot elf, the arrival of an injured soldier, and a city curse?
Log;
'No one is ever safe.'
It was a mantra he'd been forced to live by from the moment he was old enough to understand it. Perhaps even long before. So the moment he heard that quiet rustling sound in the distance, John had snapped back to alertness. Or as close as he could manage in his morphine addled state. His eyes were drawn to the figure at the end of his bed. The one that was now so familiar to him, despite them only having recently met.
Kyle Reese.
His father.
John spared the smallest of smiles to the teenager, his own hand relaxing its grip on the handle of the handgun hidden beneath his sheets. He'd been standing guard for what must've been hours now. There was a a silent moment, before John started to slowly lever himself upwards to slide back up the bed. Just enough that he could see the room without having to crane his neck. The bloodied bandages on his chest tugged tighter at the movement, and a few curse words hissed out through gritted teeth followed. He could vaguely hear talking in the background; undoubtedly Kyle saying something along the lines of him having to keep still. But John was already used to being injured- even if it wasn't post-surgery recovery -so he knew plenty enough about how far to push himself.
"Reese-" He paused, his voice slipping from the harsh tone of before and in to a softer one. A friendlier one. "Kyle. Go get some rest while you can. Send Barnes in." His eyes trailed after the boy as he stood up and made his way out of the room without another word.
Another few moments passed before John was settled back against the headboard, giving him the opportunity to look around. To look around and realise that they weren't back at their own base. They were somewhere new. Somewhere...clean. And equiped. Somewhere that looked remarkably like the hospitals he remembered before J-Day had come round.
"Kate?" He coughed, a hand jumping to his chest to press firmly over the wound. The other dropped back to the weapon once again, slipping the safety off. "Anyone out there?"