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Salvation in the Grass by roxybisquaint (teen)
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sabaceanbabe and I'll be driving the van this month for Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles.
Fandom: Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters/Pairing: Sarah Connor, Derek Reese, implied Sarah/Kyle
Length: ~4,600 words
Author on LJ:roxybisquaint
Author Website: None which I'm aware of
Why this must be read:
Salvation in the Grass is a beautiful look at the sometimes prickly relationship between Sarah Connor and Derek Reese, and the inevitable memories of Kyle Derek's presence, unexpected and unwanted, brings to the surface.
It was almost 4am and Sarah knew she wasn't getting back to sleep after that. She resigned herself to being up and headed for the bathroom, where her feet stumbled into a cold, wet towel. She huffed. Derek had left his towel on the fucking floor again. Doesn't this guy remember anything about civilized living? She shook out the towel and threw it over the shower curtain rod. Wait a minute...
"God damn it," she muttered. It was her towel he'd used and discarded in a wet heap on the floor. First her toothbrush, now her towel. She half expected to find him sleeping in her bed next.
No, thank God. Derek was asleep on the couch. She could hear him snoring in the living room as she walked quietly through the dark house.
"Ouch!" Her bare foot smashed into the leg of the kitchen island. As she reached down to rub her throbbing toe, she heard the distinctive *chink* of the slide being pulled on a semi-automatic... and an absence of snoring. Sarah dropped to the floor instinctively.
"Derek, it's just me," she whispered loudly from the cold kitchen tile.
His footsteps came closer. "What the hell are you doing stumbling around the house in the middle of the night?"
"It's my house," she slowly grumbled as she rose, keeping her eye trained on the gun in his hand. "And take your finger off that trigger before I break it."
Salvation in the Grass
sabaceanbabe and I'll be driving the van this month for Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles.Fandom: Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters/Pairing: Sarah Connor, Derek Reese, implied Sarah/Kyle
Length: ~4,600 words
Author on LJ:
roxybisquaintAuthor Website: None which I'm aware of
Why this must be read:
Salvation in the Grass is a beautiful look at the sometimes prickly relationship between Sarah Connor and Derek Reese, and the inevitable memories of Kyle Derek's presence, unexpected and unwanted, brings to the surface.
It was almost 4am and Sarah knew she wasn't getting back to sleep after that. She resigned herself to being up and headed for the bathroom, where her feet stumbled into a cold, wet towel. She huffed. Derek had left his towel on the fucking floor again. Doesn't this guy remember anything about civilized living? She shook out the towel and threw it over the shower curtain rod. Wait a minute...
"God damn it," she muttered. It was her towel he'd used and discarded in a wet heap on the floor. First her toothbrush, now her towel. She half expected to find him sleeping in her bed next.
No, thank God. Derek was asleep on the couch. She could hear him snoring in the living room as she walked quietly through the dark house.
"Ouch!" Her bare foot smashed into the leg of the kitchen island. As she reached down to rub her throbbing toe, she heard the distinctive *chink* of the slide being pulled on a semi-automatic... and an absence of snoring. Sarah dropped to the floor instinctively.
"Derek, it's just me," she whispered loudly from the cold kitchen tile.
His footsteps came closer. "What the hell are you doing stumbling around the house in the middle of the night?"
"It's my house," she slowly grumbled as she rose, keeping her eye trained on the gun in his hand. "And take your finger off that trigger before I break it."
Salvation in the Grass
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