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WHO: Kyle Reese and Sarah Connor
WHERE: T~~hree Dots Manor~~ House
WHEN: Backdated to AU Switch Day
WARNINGS: Um no?
SUMMARY: One Kyle Reese has been swapped for another. Also, the Folgers crystals. What will Sarah Connor do?
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Kyle Reese is having quite a day. First, he gets back from recon to find his brother hanging out with a naked teenager wearing his coat. Then, he gets, for lack of a better phrasing, zapped into a sparsely decorated room and chatted at by someone who apparently knows him over the strangest radio he's seen.

But hey, at least the recon went well. Right?

Right.

Kyle Reese is having a day.

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Sarah doesn't waste any time getting back to the house. She'd only talked to Kyle briefly, but the entire time he'd given no indication that he knew her... at all. And after all the ruckus on the network previously.

She wants to be wrong. She very badly wants to be wrong.

Opening the front door, she calls out, "Reese?"

She is, of course, not wrong. He stays sitting on the bed, going over the network and trying to piece together what the hell could possibly be going on. It seems...insane. All of it.

"Up here," he calls out in response.

She takes the stairs two at a time and hovers in his doorway. He still looks the same, shaved a little different, but still... Kyle.

And she has to ask. "Do you know who I am?"

Hell, he's shaved. "...no." At least he manages to sound apologetic about it. "I'm sorry."

She can't hid the slight flinch. It really just figured. She finally gave in, decided to take a chance on him on them again and now this.

Perfect.

She sits in a chair and rubs her face.

"Do the names John and Sarah Connor mean anything to you?"

Of course that's how this works. Oh, world, why do you hate?

"Kid named Connor showed up in our camp. Might've been John."

"A... kid?"

That can't be right. John would be a lot of things when he meets Kyle in the future, but not a kid.

"Seventeen. Maybe eighteen. No clothes. So that was...something."

Sarah stares at him aghast. Impossible. John wouldn't jump forward. That would defeat the purpose...

She gets up and walks out, quickly returning with a photograph.

"Was this him?"

Clearly, John has different priorities.

"Yeah. Hair's a little...different, but yeah."

Sarah sinks back into the chair. No, it wasn't right. How, why... they were questions only John could answer and John... wasn't there anymore.

Taking a breath, she asks, "Who's in charge of the Resistance? Who's the leader?"

Maybe they'll get lucky, he'll come back. "Major General Perry. Martin Bedell. Derek Reese. Me." Watching her, a little carefully now. "Are you Resistance?"

"Something like that."

Bedell, a name on the wall, and Derek... in a way it made sense. Who better to run the Resistance if John's not there? His father. His Uncle. But it still feels so wrong.

"Something like that? I'm guessing that you're Sarah Connor." Just a random guess there.

"That'd be a good guess. The boy in that picture is... my son, John." She pauses trying to decide if telling him would help or only confuse the issue. "He's supposed to grow up to lead the Resistance." That seemed safer to say.

It probably is safer, since they don't know how long he'll be here. "Oh. But he doesn't. Apparently."

"Not if he's traveled to the future like this." There's an edge to her voice, there's something she doesn't know and that never sits well with her.

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