reeceer (reeceer) wrote in het_reccers,

1 T:SCC fic, Sarah/Derek

I found this comm a few weeks back, and loved the idea of this challenge so much that I had to join LJ.

For challenge 56, tv shows that were canceled too soon.

Fandom Category: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah/Derek
Fic Title: White Rabbit
Author: Irony Rocks
Rating/Warning(s): pg-13
Genre: post-series, epic
WIP?: no

Why This Must Be Read: This was recced to me, so I'll just repeat what they said to get me to read this story: AMAZING story where Sarah becomes the leader of the resistance after John swans off into the future at the end of S2...and then the story ties together every thread EVER of the series and its splinter timelines.


Two hours before sunrise, and Sarah is still wide-awake on this particular Sunday. She reaches for a canteen and takes a sip, a drop of sweat working down her throat. Her tank is soaked, and her hair is pulled back clumsily into a loose ponytail.

“Don’t you ever sleep?” a voice rings out, wryly.

She turns, spotting Derek and Kyle resting with their backs against the wall. She knows without asking that Derek was the one to voice the question. Kyle — sweet, young Kyle — would never use that tone on her, or anyone else. Derek, on the other hand, likes to twist every sentence with a casual cynicism. He wasn’t like that, before — not entirely anyway. Maybe this is just another difference in the timeline? Or maybe it’s a couple of more years before he outgrows this impatient negativity.

She tosses the canteen to Kyle. “Get me some more water?”

Kyle nods, taking off like an eager beaver, and Sarah stares after him for a moment with something tight caught in her throat.

“We need to move soon,” Derek says, drawing her gaze. “We’ve been hunkered down here for too long. Metal will find us.”

Sarah reaches for a towel and loops it around her neck. “Patrols say the machines haven’t been twenty miles from here in weeks—”

“Which means they’re due,” Derek argues. “We shouldn’t stick around for them to circle around.”

“I’ll take it under consideration,” she says, as a dismissal.

As she walks away, Derek follows her. Sarah can feel a tension stiffening in her neck, but she strides away like she doesn’t notice his presence just one-step behind her. Derek is a good man, and a better soldier. He’s probably her best man, actually. But she has her reasons for staying aloof. She makes it to the radio station, gets an update from the guard on duty regarding the late night chatter, then goes through the logs to double-check the information.

Derek watches her the entire time, and he’s smart enough to wait until the guard leaves before he opens his mouth. “It’s strategically a bad idea to stay still for so long.”

“Strategically, huh?” she says, like she suddenly doesn’t know what the word means. “You sure about that?”

“Piss-poor idea."

She thumbs through the papers. “These facilities have radio communication, an ad-hoc surgery room, two ammunition storage areas, and enough bunk space to house twice our unit. I don’t want to move from here unless there’s a credible threat. Your hunches don’t qualify.”

“We’re not safe—”

“No one is ever safe,” Sarah cuts in, voice hard, eyes rising to met his in a warning. “Is that all, Reese?”

He stands straighter, his jaw a hard and angry line. “Yes, ma’am.”

Before he leaves, he tosses her his canteen full of water.
Tags: fandom: terminator verse, ship: sarah connor/derek reese

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