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The rain was coming down in a torrential down poor that night on a medium two story house outside of the city of Los Angeles. The big fat drops slammed against a blue jeep as it made its way into the gravel drive way. Skidding to a halt the two occupants quickly made there way to the front porch in a sprint trying to avoid being soaked in the unexpected rainstorm. There attempts were fruitless however as both woman and man was sopping wet as they reached the front door.
Sarah Connor swore loudly as the wind picked up bring the once strait falling rain into a slant leading the cold water right at her and her companion Derek Reese who tried to stifle a Laugh into a snicker at Sarah’s reaction to the sudden “shower” they were receiving as he Blocked the wind and rain for Sarah with his body. In Derek’s opinion the rain felt good as were he came from clean rain water (or as clean as rain water in L.A. can get) was a blessing.
The two got into house after ten minuets of fumbling with keys then dropping them on the floor then accidentally kicking them under the porch bench were she hit her head on the seat of the bench then recoiling the back of her head into the front of Derek’s leading to a swollen nose and five minuets of bickering. till both decided to get the keys bumping there heads together in which Derek lied there till Sarah grabbed the keys and unlocked the door then came back to help him only to pull him too hard leading to him bumping his head under bench to which He yelled in tears “STOP Helping ME!!”
As the door closed both slumped against opposite ends of the door way breathing heavily in the dark house. There was a few moments of silence before a small chuckle turned into a full on Laugh from Derek’s side of the wall. A flash of lighting showed Derek Reese rubbing the back of his head laughing “funny Derek” he said threw small sob like chuckles. Sarah couldn’t hide the huge grin on her face and gave a small half laugh half sigh “Jackass” shaking her head.
Despite Sarah’s throbbing head Derek and her little Marx Brothers routine was just what she had needed. Ever since they had stopped Skynet things had been a bit dull. Then things got really dull two years ago when John and Cameron took off on there own. Giving them her blessing to leave was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. Though she talks to both of them every two days on the phone it wasn’t the same.
She had been finding her self spending more and more time with Reese and visa versa. She would never admit it but she missed the old days when she had a purpose now she spent most days screwing around town with Derek, or listening to police Scanners to beat on Rapists and muggers but it didn’t bring the same closure as blasting that smug Liquid metal bitch, or listening to Johns’ smart ass comments. She even missed Cameron, who she had unofficially and unspoken excepted as her daughter figure. Some times in the mornings she could hear the psycho Babel of an argument between John and Derek about Cameron eating all the good bagels cause she new it pissed him off. The truth was she did but they would never let Derek get the satifaction of being right. Now there home was an empty nest and it made her deeply sad.
Derek sensed Sarah’s oncoming depression and moved quickly to make it go away. “How about I make some coffee and you go change out of those clothes” Sarah looked as if she could cry “alright” as Sarah made her way up the stairs slowly in the dark. “Hey, I miss them Too” he called at Sarah’s dark Figure. She stopped and gave a small Smile before going up the stairs Derek had been able to read her more and more, and it was no longer freaking him out or awkward. But brought comfort and a sense of peace to know that he had someone even if they were not linked romantically parse. He loved her, and they had one another through the lonely times and that is what counted in his book.
Sarah came down the Stairs Twelve minuets later in her lounge/training clothes. But to her slight annoyance all the lights were still off in the house and it was quite except for the rain pattering on the windows. “I’m not playing one of your training games” she called out at the pitch black. But she received no answer. Starting a year ago Derek had decided to start sparing matches with Sarah when she least expected them with only using the toilet as the exception. This was in the hopes of breaking the dull boredom that the both of them were feeling as well as keep there reflexes up. “Reese, quite your Shit and make the damn coffee” she still had no answer.
Sarah sighed making her way to the kitchen prepared to further beat the crap out of Derek Reese when he jumped out at her. However a flash of lighting in the living room showed Sarah an unconscious Derek in the middle of the floor. Sarah was in so much shock she had not realized a man dressed in a ritualistic cloak and a Skull Head Peace revealed by a flash of lighting behind her raising a Billy Club ready to knock her out.
To Be Continued...
The rain was coming down in a torrential down poor that night on a medium two story house outside of the city of Los Angeles. The big fat drops slammed against a blue jeep as it made its way into the gravel drive way. Skidding to a halt the two occupants quickly made there way to the front porch in a sprint trying to avoid being soaked in the unexpected rainstorm. There attempts were fruitless however as both woman and man was sopping wet as they reached the front door.
Sarah Connor swore loudly as the wind picked up bring the once strait falling rain into a slant leading the cold water right at her and her companion Derek Reese who tried to stifle a Laugh into a snicker at Sarah’s reaction to the sudden “shower” they were receiving as he Blocked the wind and rain for Sarah with his body. In Derek’s opinion the rain felt good as were he came from clean rain water (or as clean as rain water in L.A. can get) was a blessing.
The two got into house after ten minuets of fumbling with keys then dropping them on the floor then accidentally kicking them under the porch bench were she hit her head on the seat of the bench then recoiling the back of her head into the front of Derek’s leading to a swollen nose and five minuets of bickering. till both decided to get the keys bumping there heads together in which Derek lied there till Sarah grabbed the keys and unlocked the door then came back to help him only to pull him too hard leading to him bumping his head under bench to which He yelled in tears “STOP Helping ME!!”
As the door closed both slumped against opposite ends of the door way breathing heavily in the dark house. There was a few moments of silence before a small chuckle turned into a full on Laugh from Derek’s side of the wall. A flash of lighting showed Derek Reese rubbing the back of his head laughing “funny Derek” he said threw small sob like chuckles. Sarah couldn’t hide the huge grin on her face and gave a small half laugh half sigh “Jackass” shaking her head.
Despite Sarah’s throbbing head Derek and her little Marx Brothers routine was just what she had needed. Ever since they had stopped Skynet things had been a bit dull. Then things got really dull two years ago when John and Cameron took off on there own. Giving them her blessing to leave was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. Though she talks to both of them every two days on the phone it wasn’t the same.
She had been finding her self spending more and more time with Reese and visa versa. She would never admit it but she missed the old days when she had a purpose now she spent most days screwing around town with Derek, or listening to police Scanners to beat on Rapists and muggers but it didn’t bring the same closure as blasting that smug Liquid metal bitch, or listening to Johns’ smart ass comments. She even missed Cameron, who she had unofficially and unspoken excepted as her daughter figure. Some times in the mornings she could hear the psycho Babel of an argument between John and Derek about Cameron eating all the good bagels cause she new it pissed him off. The truth was she did but they would never let Derek get the satifaction of being right. Now there home was an empty nest and it made her deeply sad.
Derek sensed Sarah’s oncoming depression and moved quickly to make it go away. “How about I make some coffee and you go change out of those clothes” Sarah looked as if she could cry “alright” as Sarah made her way up the stairs slowly in the dark. “Hey, I miss them Too” he called at Sarah’s dark Figure. She stopped and gave a small Smile before going up the stairs Derek had been able to read her more and more, and it was no longer freaking him out or awkward. But brought comfort and a sense of peace to know that he had someone even if they were not linked romantically parse. He loved her, and they had one another through the lonely times and that is what counted in his book.
Sarah came down the Stairs Twelve minuets later in her lounge/training clothes. But to her slight annoyance all the lights were still off in the house and it was quite except for the rain pattering on the windows. “I’m not playing one of your training games” she called out at the pitch black. But she received no answer. Starting a year ago Derek had decided to start sparing matches with Sarah when she least expected them with only using the toilet as the exception. This was in the hopes of breaking the dull boredom that the both of them were feeling as well as keep there reflexes up. “Reese, quite your Shit and make the damn coffee” she still had no answer.
Sarah sighed making her way to the kitchen prepared to further beat the crap out of Derek Reese when he jumped out at her. However a flash of lighting in the living room showed Sarah an unconscious Derek in the middle of the floor. Sarah was in so much shock she had not realized a man dressed in a ritualistic cloak and a Skull Head Peace revealed by a flash of lighting behind her raising a Billy Club ready to knock her out.
To Be Continued...
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