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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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Chapter 9: Man on Fire
Derek found Enve about a mile down the beach from the house, she was standing in the water, nearly hip deep, the gentle waves crashing around her. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her face turned to the setting sun over the Pacific, eyes closed.
He stood watching her for a few minutes, she looked so serene and peaceful. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to destroy the moment by disturbing her. He stripped off his boots, socks, jeans and tee shirt, he shivered a little as the air touched his skin.
Derek was just about to get in the water when she spoke, ”I knew you would find me.” His heart stopped for a fraction of a second, remembering the last time he heard those words escape her lips.
May 2020
Derek missed the funeral, he hated burying his guys. Even though he only knew CM1 Granger two weeks, he felt like the guy was one of his own. Hell, he'd spent damn near two weeks laying next to the guy in the infirmary feeling like he was burning alive in Dragonov's foundry as the virus burned through them. CM1 Granger was a helluva Seabee and anyone who said different would have to answer to Derek.
The contact they picked up in Thousand Oaks was a trap. Metal had left a HK out in the open looking like it was disabled next to a disabled Humvee. Derek and his team had came up carefully on it, checked it over and assumed it was OK to salvage. CM1 Granger had jumped out of the MRAP, wrench in hand, and began working on the Humvee while Derek, Redelk and Sumner kept watch.
After about twenty minutes CM1 Granger cussed, throwing a broken screwdriver down,“Boss, Humvee’s toast, gonna see if I can strip some cells out of the HK. Gotta make this stop worth something.” Derek followed Granger, climbing up into the belly of the beast.
Derek had to admit, CM1 Granger was quick at his work, he found the fuel cells in record time. Just as the guy reached in to pull them, a gas exploded in their faces, chemical fumes burned their noses, throats and lungs.
“Fuck boss, they got us with something, we better haul our asses out of this pig!” Granger grabbed for the top hatch as Derek heard shots ring out.
The next thing Derek knew, he was looking up into a bright light that felt as hot as the sun. 'Shit, I've bought it this time. What a way to go getting gassed by the metal.' was the chief thought in his mind.
“Lt. Reese, Lt. Reese, come on don't you fucking die on me you son of a bitch! Get me a ringers IV in him now! Move your ass! Hurry it up!” The voice was clearly large and in charge and very much in Derek's face.
Redelk's face swam into Derek's vision, still dressed in cammies, covered in grime. Derek's lungs burned, his eyes watered, his nose felt like he had snorted gasoline. He tried moving his hands up to scratch his eyes, but they were bound to whatever he was laying on. Derek felt a sharp pain in his forearm, as his body tried to jerk free from the restraints.
“Fucking let me go! What the fuck are you doing to me? What the fuck happened to my men?” Derek was screaming at the top of his lungs, between the pain and being worried for his men, he didn't know which was would drive him to insanity first.
Enve's face swam into his view, clear for a moment, “Relax Reese or I'll have to put you out. It's a gunshot wound and you've been poisoned. Redelk and I are working on you. Do you want me to stop the pain?”
Derek squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before he answered her, “Do what you gotta to keep me fighting the metal Doc.” He felt a cooling sensation through his body, as he slipped into darkness.
Derek woke later dressed in a “mooner” gown, laying in a hospital bed in the infirmary. His vision was hazy, his nose and throat still burned, his ribs hurt when he breathed and his arm ached a bit. He tried to sit up, but a gentle hand pushed him back down onto the bed.
“Just relax, you can't go anywhere hooked up the way you are. Do you need something?” Derek smelled her before he saw her, he might as well of been blind how hazy his vision was.
“Granger, where's Granger? The mechanic.” Derek croaked through parched lips.
“Right here next to ya Boss, although I ain't doing so well. Those metal fuckers got me good on our stop.” CM1 Granger sounded close, Derek could hear him laboring to breathe.
“Water, some water please. Anyone know what happened? Where's Senior Chief Redelk?” Derek looked in the direction of Enve's scent, her face was soft and caring in his vision.
Sayles spoke up from near Derek's feet, his voice easily familiar, “ Senior Chief is being debriefed. You should have seen Granger, that sumbitch fought the 800's that were on us like a crazy man. The one that shot you in the ribs, he stabbed it in the chip with his screwdriver while he was beating the hell out of it with his wrench while he was trying to drag your ass out of the HK. It was insane! Senior Chief was picking them off like they were sitting ducks, right through the skull with his rifle. Four of em went down. Me and Sumner loaded you and Granger in the truck while the Senior Chief finished the metal off. For an old guy he sure don't fight like one!”
Derek smirked, he had a good team surrounding him. Enve returned with his glass of water, sitting next to him on the bed, giving him one small drink at a time.
Days passed where Derek slipped in and out of consciousness. Sometimes Enve would be there changing his IV or administering a drug through his IV. He saw her often, she had a smile for him, albeit a sad one. He always smiled back at her, sometimes touching her hand when she fed his IV, but she always pulled away. The fever of the virus burned through him, everyday it lessened, and his vision gradually returned.
“Boss, you awake?” CM1 Granger's voice sounded like a mouse trying to breathe, Derek could hardly hear him over the beeping of the machines they were hooked up to.
“Yeah Granger I'm here. You doing OK?” Derek had a gut feeling the Seabee wasn't going to hang on much longer.
“Nah, I ain't got much time left. Never did after I got back from Iraq. I've seen the way you look at the Doc, she's gonna need you before too long. Take care of her for me will ya?” Granger struggled to speak, Derek had to listen close to hear.
“Yeah buddy, I got ya, I'll take care of her for you. Just hang in there alright? This can't go on much longer. Just hang in there baby.” Derek was trying to be sympathetic, but it came out more like an order.
“Thanks Boss, appreciate it.”
Derek heard the long tone of the flat line, then screaming, but it was his own voice screaming for the medic.

The funeral had been over for hours, Derek was wandering through the Seabee compound, looking for anyone who had seen Enve. One of the guys directed him over to an MTVR, without saying a word.
Derek opened the passenger door and climbed in. The cab was filled with her scent, she was slumped over the steering wheel, heaving silent tears.
“I knew you would find me.” Enve didn't even look up at Derek, it was evident she had been crying.
“Chief I'm really sorry for your brother's loss. Sorry I didn't go to his funeral, but the brass wanted my briefing. How's your father taking it?” Derek reached over, laying his hand on her back, not knowing what else to do.
Enve turned her face towards Derek, her emerald green eyes rimmed red, cheeks damp with tears, Derek's heart broke seeing her.
“Brad wasn't my brother. He was my husband.”
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