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Paul is Dead by MissNyah (PG)
Fandom: TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES
Pairing: maybe implied Derek/Sarah if you squint
Length: ~1,800
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
missnyah
Author Website: none listed
Why this must be read:
What do you do when your god dies? You fake it.
That is MissNyah’s summary for Paul is Dead. Simple and spare, something this fic is not. It takes the things we know from canon and twists them into something new and yet something that could be.
Blue lighting crackled and raced itself about the room, leaping and stumbling around a ring of jet engines. The air seemed to be humming and Derek had the unsettling notion that he was standing in a huge microwave and his insides were about to start boiling. He had to shout over the sound of whatever-it-was powering through too many volts to think about. But he would have shouted anyway. “Where’s my brother!”
The outline of a man, highlighted by the searing flashes of blue, moved forward and became a face, a soldier, a leader. “In 1986.”
“19- what?” Derek was more confused and therefore angrier. “What is that? A bunker number?”
“A year,” Conner clarified.
“I don’t- I don’t know what that means. Where is he?”
Connor inclined his head toward the light show going on behind the glass. “You know we were looking for a weapon?” Derek nodded. “This is it.”
Paul is Dead
Pairing: maybe implied Derek/Sarah if you squint
Length: ~1,800
Author on LJ:
missnyahAuthor Website: none listed
Why this must be read:
What do you do when your god dies? You fake it.
That is MissNyah’s summary for Paul is Dead. Simple and spare, something this fic is not. It takes the things we know from canon and twists them into something new and yet something that could be.
Blue lighting crackled and raced itself about the room, leaping and stumbling around a ring of jet engines. The air seemed to be humming and Derek had the unsettling notion that he was standing in a huge microwave and his insides were about to start boiling. He had to shout over the sound of whatever-it-was powering through too many volts to think about. But he would have shouted anyway. “Where’s my brother!”
The outline of a man, highlighted by the searing flashes of blue, moved forward and became a face, a soldier, a leader. “In 1986.”
“19- what?” Derek was more confused and therefore angrier. “What is that? A bunker number?”
“A year,” Conner clarified.
“I don’t- I don’t know what that means. Where is he?”
Connor inclined his head toward the light show going on behind the glass. “You know we were looking for a weapon?” Derek nodded. “This is it.”
Paul is Dead