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Good morning, welcome to strangeness...

WHO: Sarah and John Connor and one Kyle Reese
WHERE: St. George's
WHEN: This morning after last night's arrival.
WARNINGS: Connor family angst, which occasionally involves guns, but probably not this time.
SUMMARY: Sarah thinks the night before was just a horrible hallucination. John gets to tell her otherwise... and then Kyle shows up.
FORMAT: Parawhatever.

Sarah didn't really remember much from the day before, kidnapping the doctor, going to the motel, then... something happened. Something different, something... wrong. And as she drifted in and out of drug-hazed sleep, she tried to put it together but it fell apart every time. She'd had more lucid episodes on the drugs back in Pescadero.

As she slowly woke up, she realized she was in the hospital... again. The memory of telling Cameron no hospitals tried to bubble up, but that was wrong, wasn't it? Cameron was with John, and both of them were back in LA... weren't they?

She blinked her eyes a few times against the light and began to struggle to get up. She had to get out. Hospitals weren't safe.

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"Of course." There was a cynical sort of relief in the expression and she felt a small smile. Apparently Sarah wouldn't be the only one with a learning curve, or fighting against things she wouldn't understand.

"You're keeping an eye on her though? Machine or human, she shouldn't be wandering about she's too dangerous."

"Yeah, I am." Although at this moment? He didn't want to see or talk to her. "Dad, more than me." He paused again.

"You should get some rest, mom."

Kyle was looking after the machine? That couldn't be right. She almost asked John for clarification, but figured that she'd stalled long enough. If she had questions about Kyle, it wasn't fair to make John answer them, not when Reese himself was here to do it.

"I will, but John? Call your father, I think... I think I owe him an apology for last night." At the very least.

John wasn't about to explain that, either. "Yeah," he said. "I will." He stood up and his phone was out of his pocket. "And don't worry, mom. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not be." She gave him a smile. "Last time you went on a trip we ended up in a shoot-out in Mexico. I'd like to avoid that this time."

[phone only: I know what I see. I know what I hear and write down. How do you think I knew she was here?]

Enter Kyle, on his telephone and still conversing with John on the phone. Oh, hey. There's John in person. "I knew you better than Derek. Beers once a year does not trump seven years in Hell. Believe me." Have a look, John.

And have a bright smile, Sarah. "'morning."

Have an annoyed look. An even more annoyed look, but John turns and doesn't say anything else to Kyle; instead he closes his phone. "I have to go check in at work. I'll talk to you later."

He looks over his mother. "I'm not going far."

Sarah had listened to John's end of the conversation. Apparently the situation with Cameron was more serious than John was letting on. But she held her tongue and waited, trying to brace herself for... what she wasn't sure. But when Kyle entered...

It felt like reality shifted to the left and Sarah had to remind herself that, yes, this was real and the man smiling at her really was...

"Kyle."

She didn't look at him long before turning to acknowledge John with a tense nod.

Kyle is fairly positive that the 'situation' with Cameron isn't whatever John thinks it is. But they'll have to talk and find out. "I'll see you at home, John."

That, he's sure of. "You can look in my book, if you want. For this." Turning back to Sarah and sitting down.

Sarah watched John stalk out, the tension evident in the clipped movements. But she'd worry about it later. Now... now she had to talk to a ghost. She still wasn't sure if she could.

She swallowed hard, looking at the man sitting next to her. He'd barely aged a day since...

"You haven't... you still look like you did."

"Yeah. They uh...took me out of that day? The last day?" The last second, but he won't mention that unless she presses. "You look good. Hair's less...environmentally destructive."

She chuckles. "Blame the eighties. I got over it pretty quickly after..." She winces, that was probably not the best thing to bring up.

Her hand drifts up toward his face, unsure, but still wanting, needing to make sure he is real, that he is really there.

He'll hold still for that. It's fine. "I'm not dead. Or a hallucination. Promise."

She gently touches his face, the familiar angles seen in so many dreams. "Hard to believe with my track record sometimes."

She rests her hand against his cheek for anther moment before moving it back down to rest on the blankets.

"I'm sorry, I just... this is a lot to take in."

He smiles at her, but nods. "Well, I can understand that. Believe me. Coming here was a bit of a shock. A lot of things here were."

That gets a rueful chuckle. "John? Yeah, I can imagine that was a bit of a shock, sure threw me for a loop."

"In retrospect, I probably could've guessed at something there. He looks like my dad." That gets a smile too. "He catch you up on much?"

"I wish..." Oh, but what was the use of even voicing those things? She could wish that things had been different until the end of time and it didn't change anything.

She waits a moment and the answers, "He gave me the basics of this place. Porter, powers, apparently Cameron has a pulse now... it's a little..." She waves a hand in the air. "I thought time travel and terminators were hard to swallow."

He'd listen, anyway. If she wished outloud.

A nod. "Yeah. Powers. That's how I knew you were here. It...probably would've been better if I'd known longer. But." What can you do. He shrugs. "It's a good place, for the most part. Good for all of us, I mean."

"You're alive, that's..." She doesn't even know how to say what that means to her, where to even begin and she blinks against the sudden tears that spring up threatening her rigid control.

"I know. It's all right. I'm alive, and you're okay." Calming, because this is Kyle, and when is he ever not trying to be calming. Even in this. "It's all right."

"'All right' might be a stretch, Reese." She lay back against the bed again closing her eyes. Her rational mind was trying to reassert itself. That voice that always told her what was real and what wasn't, what instincts to follow and which to ignore.

"It's like I'd imagine going crazy would be like."

"Maybe. But you're not crazy." Sitting back in his chair. "Though, maybe not a comfort from me." Considering he should be dead and all. "Any questions you want answered?"

"Questions?" There's a small laugh, genuine, but tired-sounding. "I can't even begin to count the number of times I've asked myself what I would do if I had this chance. But I can't think of a single one right now. So, no, no questions."

Not yet.

She speaks next without thinking, her voice barely above a whisper. "I miss you."

Kyle smiles at that, and hey. Maybe he'll even take her hand, if she'l let him. "I missed you too."

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