Good morning, welcome to strangeness...

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

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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[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

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.

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

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

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

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."

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

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."

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

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

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

"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."

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

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."

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

"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.

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

"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."

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

"'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."

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

"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."

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

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

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

She'll let him, it's a grounding and reassuring feeling, his hand in hers.

"I still can't believe..."

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Me either, honestly." Squeezing her hand lightly. "But it's good."

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

She returns the squeeze gratefully. "I suppose I should ask if you have any questions, do you?"

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

"Not at the moment, no." Later, probably. When she's not in the hospital. There might even be conversations about John.

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

There would most definitely be conversations about John, but now was not the time.

"Have you and John been getting along?" Because God knows Sarah's not his favorite person these days.

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

"We've been getting along. Yeah. We went and got a Christmas tree." And hadn't that been interesting. "Today was a difference of opinion."

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

"He hates having things kept from him. Even if it's unintentional." Her eyes close again. "He hates a lot of things these days. Or did...? I don't know how much time has passed for him here."

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

"It was definetly not intentional. Not on anyone's part." Reassuring? He hopes. "Hard to say. We all come from different points. What was he doing before you arrived here?"

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

"According to Derek, he was at the hospital. His girlfriend tried to commit suicide in our bathroom."

Oh, wait... "Derek - I assume John told you..?"

[liveinthefuture.livejournal.com]

"Riley?" So. There's that. "Yeah, I know. He told me about Derek."

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Riley." One of the few things she a Derek managed to agree on was that the girl was trouble. "Last I heard, she was going to be fine, but John was supposed to stay with her while Derek came to help me. Porter got to me first."