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Time Heals all Wounds	By : angiewacker Category: S through Z > Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles Views: 2960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s notes: This is set in the episode “Goodbye to All That”, where Derek and John go to the Presidio Alto Military Academy to protect Martin Bedell from the hunting Terminator. It’s an alternate view, filling in the lonely night hours with Derek by himself and continuing on. There is no Jesse in this writing, as I can’t stand her as a character. If I have made any errors I apologize now.
20 November 2007
Derek Reese sat at his desk at Presidio Alto Military Academy, sifting through a mountain of paperwork concerning some cadets needing a bit of administrative punishment. Being TAC Lt. Derek Baum was different than being First Lieutenant Derek Reese with the 132nd S.O.C. Derek Baum was a man who lived by the military code, always ready, always faithful. The hypersensitivity was as much a part of him as the tattoo on his forearm, ingrained in him since the war started. At least, partially, in this time he could relax. His only mission now was to protect his teenage nephew John Connor, and his friend Martin Bedell, from the T-888 that was out there, somewhere, always hunting. Derek rubbed his face with his hands. In this time, as Derek Baum, he was able to get more sleep, a welcome indulgence compared to the war with the machines. Sleep and food were the two things you stole in that time, before you stole much else. His piercing blue eyes were weary, and his muscles ached. Maybe a trip to the infirmary would help him? Derek grabbed his cover off the desk, turning off the light and walking out the door into the night. He walked with a purpose across the grinder, towards one of the cadet barracks.
Derek came to the dorm room that John shared with a kid named Pyle, gently knocking out a code. Within a few seconds a knocked reply came back, and John opened the door. “Everything ok with you John?” This was nightly occurrence for John and Derek, one of the few things Derek could do for his brother Kyle; watch over his son. Derek saw so much of Kyle in John, his strength, his composure, his compassion. “Yeah, we’re good in here. See you in the morning?” John was clearly exhausted, but Derek knew he needed his sleep. “Sure John. See you at muster.” Derek stepped away from the door as John closed it. He walked across the parade deck, towards the infirmary. A light shone through the window, Derek looked up, seeing a female form pass the window. That was a good sign; someone would be there to help him. Derek’s hand waivered opening the door, it had been a long time since he was last in an infirmary, the last time he was infected, and the virus burned like hell through his body, but a Corpsman saved his life, by his side day and night, his angel in cammies.
He opened the door, the clean smell of hospital reached his nose. The infirmary was always a safe place, a place with kind words, and eyes, a place for rest. Derek stepped in front of the Corpsman’s desk; a subtle floral scent teased his senses as strands of her chestnut hair fell in front of her face as she wrote in a chart. “Can I help you?” Her soft western accent caught Derek by surprise. His voice choked in his throat, “Yeah Doc, I’m feeling kinda shitty, can you find me something to help me pep up a bit?” It was in that moment that she looked up from what she was writing, her green eyes burning through Derek. His mouth fell open, as recognition hit him. A smile crosses her face, as she recognizes Derek. “It’s been awhile hasn’t it Derek? I didn’t know you were here at the academy. I never expected to see you again. Go have a seat on that bed over there, and strip down to the waist.” HMC Enve Granger watched Lt. Derek Reese walk away, just as she had that fateful night when she cleared him to jump through time. That was the last time she had saw him, until tonight. Memories flooded her mind, memories of the war, and memories of Derek.
November 2027
The cold wind whipped outside the bunker they were hiding in, winter had fallen on Bremerton Base in northern Washington State. The Puget Sound was cold, choppy and vicious. They were waiting on a transport to take them west, to Australia, so that Enve could pick up new supplies for the infirmary and children could be taken for safe keeping. But in this moment, it was just Derek and Enve trapped in the bunker, snow drifting deeper as the wind howled outside the door. Derek respected Enve, she was a helluva solider and a medic. She could do things that one would think impossible to save a life. Her uniform was always spot on, her hair always within regulations, but he attributed that to her growing up in a military family and being a Corpsman in the Navy, when it still existed before Skynet finally destroyed the last remnants of it. She was tough as any of his men, and had scars to prove it.
Enve shrugged out of the body armor she always wore, settling into a comfort zone, stripping down to tee shirt and cammies. Derek couldn’t help but notice the scars on her arms, her neck, those that were visible were rough, and deep. He couldn’t imagine how she got them, but they were old, and well tended. “Seen enough Reese? Or is there something more you want?” The smirk on Enve’s face combined with the light in her eyes made Derek shiver. She was human, and female, he’d never thought of her like that, until now. “Well, Doc, I’ve got this scar I want you to look at, sometimes it hurts. If you don’t mind since we have time to kill.” Derek smiled sheepishly at Enve, she just grinned at him. “Sure, let me see it. Can’t be worse than anything else I’ve seen.” Enve had a laugh in her voice; Derek didn’t think anything surprised her anymore. She had been with the Resistance since she was 20, and now at 30, she still looked good. Derek shucked out of his uniform, pulling his tee shirt over his head, sitting near the lone light in the bunker, so Enve could get a good look.
Derek touched the scar on his chest, it was still somewhat red and swollen, Enve came closer to him, their faces were close, she was close to him, and he could smell her, faint scent of flowers, one small feminine pleasure in this hell. It made his blood course through his veins; Derek could feel himself losing control. Enve ran her fingers over the scar, something sharp caught her fingertips. “I think there’s a metal shard in there and that’s why it won’t fully heal. Will you let me take it out?” The tone of her voice was almost pleading; Derek could do nothing but nod. “It’s going to hurt, I’m going to have to open it back up, remove the shrapnel and reclose it ok?” “Whatever you got to do Doc got to keep me in shape to fight the metal.” Derek winced as Enve expertly cut the scar open, removed the metal shard, sewed the wound shut before she cleaned it one last time, and then covered it. Enve looked up into Derek’s face, searching for a reflection of pain, but found nothing.
Derek reached behind Enve, pulling her dark hair free from the tight bun at the nape of her neck, her hair flowing over her shoulders. He ran his thumb over her lips, her cheek; before he kissed her, her body betrayed her, as she devoured his mouth, crushing her body into his. She came up onto her knees, Derek ripped Enve’s tee shirt over her head, revealing a toned, scarred body underneath. Her breasts were high and full, his roughened hands cupped them, testing their weight, as she gasped. Enve’s hands struggled with Derek’s pants; her body was in complete betrayal mode in his hands. He pulled away from her for a moment, unbuttoning his fly, as her hands reached into his pants, grasping him tight. Derek groaned from down deep, as she freed him, slowly running her hand up and down his shaft. Enve stood up, unbuttoning her pants, as Derek reached in, taking hold of her hips, picking her up and carrying her over to the desk against the wall, setting her on top of it.
Enve bit into Derek’s shoulder as he entered her, to stifle a scream. The pain reminded him that he was alive, wrapped up in this beautiful woman. Her body responded to his thrusts, as her fingers gripped his back tight. “Don’t stop Reese, God don’t you stop!” Her voice was ragged with desire; Derek kissed a scar on her neck, as he drove harder. It was pure animalistic fucking, two lonely people, lost in a world that showed no mercy, one moment to prove they still were alive. Her tight, wet, pussy convulsed around him, sending him over the edge into ecstasy, Derek groaned as he spilled his seed into Enve. Her body went rigid against his, as she released a held breath. Derek pulled her into his arms, gently kissing her lips, her neck, and her shoulders. “Derek. My name’s Derek.” He whispered into her neck. Enve choked back tears, “I’m Enve. Thank you Derek, for this.”
Two months later, Enve walked with Derek up to the continunium, kissing him one last time as her fingertips ran over the scar she had sewed shut. “I love you Derek.” Enve whispered against his lips. Derek nodded, emotion locked away inside him, as he walked to the spot marked with an “X” on the floor. The lab rats designated this as the spot to stand in when the time shift started. Blue energy started to crackle around Derek; his last words before he disappeared into time were to a crying Enve. “Baby I love you!” he yelled as he dissipated into time.
20 November 2007
Enve ran a proficient exam of Derek, finding nothing wrong with him, other than a bit worn out. She started an IV of “warrior juice” which basically consisted of a weak mix of Gatorade and saline. A stiff shot of vitamin C mainlined in would help him pep up a bit. “That should make you feel better. Just lie back and relax while it runs its course ok?” Enve took a seat next to him on a stool, relaxing in the silence of the infirmary. “Why are you here Enve? When did you come back?” Derek was perplexed as to why John would send back his best Doc, what use was she here compared to the future? He was glad to see a familiar face, that was for sure, but he just couldn’t get his head around why she was here instead of there. “I came back about two months ago, took this job, so I could watch over Martin Bedell. Connor sent people back after your brother came through to keep watch over the younger versions of us. Right now you’re 11, almost 12, and I’m 18, just getting ready to leave for boot camp. Funny how we can live these ‘double lives’ huh?” Enve’s voice sounded tired, even to her own ears.
Derek rolled over onto his side, careful not to tear the IV out of his arm, so he could watch her as she spoke. She was just as beautiful as the night he last saw her, his heart ached at the sight of her. The last couple of years since John sent him back he had to survive on his memories of her, and even those were fading away with time. He wondered if she still loved him as he loved her, it clawed at his mind. Enve stood up, walking around the bed, stopping the IV and gently pulling the needle free from Derek’s arm. A dot of Derma bond later and Derek was good to go. He placed a hand over hers, stopping her from leaving. The look in his eyes was pleading, “Enve, is there some place we can go to be alone?” A single tear fell down her face as Derek sat up, pulling his tee shirt on, standing up to tuck it into his BDU’s and put on his blouse. “Um, yeah. I have an apartment on base here over in the Enlisted TAC housing.” Enve walked towards the door of the infirmary, Derek following close behind.
As they stepped out into the night, Derek reached for Enve’s hand, he wrapped his fingers around hers, they weren’t battle rough like he remembered, and they were soft, warm, and supple in his grip. They walked in silence through the base into the night, Derek holding Enve’s hand as if it was a lifeline. He kept pace with her, not rushing Enve, as she was a bit shorter than him and he was in no hurry. They passed dark houses; Derek’s guard was on as always, searching every window, every door, for some threat. He found none. Enve led him to a flight of stairs; her apartment shared the landing with another, which appeared to be empty. Enve slid her key into the lock, opening the door. She removed her cover, casually throwing it down on the table by the door. Derek did the same, watching her walk through the apartment, shedding clothes in her wake.
By the time she had reached what Derek could only assume was the bedroom door, she was in nothing but panties and that black uniform tee shirt, Enve turned, looking back at Derek seductively, “You coming Reese?” Derek's heart skipped a beat as he followed her, shedding clothes down the hall, finding her kneeling on the bed, waiting for him. He stood at the foot of her bed in his underwear, mouth open, staring at her. She was gorgeous in the dark, her hair flowing over her shoulders, her lips full, eyes bright. Derek crawled over the footboard, over the top of Enve, pinning her body under his. Enve strained up against his weight, kissing him deep on the mouth, tasting him for the first time in a long time. Derek pulled her tee shirt over her head, inspecting her body, ensuring himself she was very real. Enve gasped as Derek's fingers traced over her clit through the silky panties that clung to her wet slit. Derek gripped the flimsy material in his fist, tearing it free from her body. He sunk a finger into her tight wetness, finding her extremely tight, but very ready for him. Derek's tongue lapped at her folds, her clit, as Enve breathed, “You were the last Derek. I love only you." She pulled his underwear down with her toes, her fingers running through his short cropped hair. Derek grabbed Enve by the hips, turning her over onto her knees. Enve screamed into a pillow as Derek entered her. Enve's toned ass took a beating from Derek's groin as he hungrily fucked her. Derek felt her cumming around him as her body went limp in his hands. He could feel the muscles in his back tightening; his head swam as the release came.
He pulled Enve into his chest for a few minutes, feeling the damp dew of sweat in her hair. He savored the sweet floral scent of her perfume, secure in the fact she was real. Enve uncurled from their entwinement, sliding out of bed, and heading for the bathroom. A ray of moonlight hit her body, shining in the sheen of sweat, she was beautiful. But Derek noticed the gentle swell of her stomach, as her hands cradled it protectively. "Enve, are you...?" Derek's voice trailed off as he searched for the word, a look of sheer confusion on his face. Tears fell down Enve's cheeks, as she choked to answer "Pregnant? Yeah Derek, and he's your son."
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