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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 10: Don't You Wanna Stay?
The water was cold around Derek's legs, he couldn't understand why Enve wanted to stand out here in the water. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him for the body heat more than anything. He was standing out in the Pacific in his underwear, every few minutes a wave would hit a little higher than the last and Derek would wince.
“I feel him here in the water. It was the place he loved most, being in the water. It kills me he is alive here in this time, and I can't go see him and ask him for his guidance. He would know what to do with all of this.” Enve's voice was a whisper above the waves.
“Babe, to us he is gone. He was one of the greatest men I ever knew. I was damn proud to fight by his side. He took out a lot of metal before the end.” Derek turned Enve around to face him, he could tell the tsunami had already hit, the aftershock waves were flowing out to sea, the world was returning to normal.
“Don't let her push you around Deke, she sure as hell isn't going to push me around. If I have to end up kicking her psychotic ass to prove it. We have our own mission to protect Bedell and his wife, that's our primary. John Connor is our secondary. I know he is our nephew, but with the metal being here and crazy Sarah I would say he has enough eyes on him. We can handle our own.” Enve's tone was hard, but she was right.
Derek glided his hands down to rest on Enve's belly, “We have to stay together as a team, for a bit longer. I'll make it right, I promise you that. Now can we please go back in the house, my dick is freezing in this water.” Enve smiled that half assed smile that always suckered Derek in.
“Catch me if you can!” Enve darted out of his grip, tromped through the water and raced back up the beach. Derek gave chase, til he was just in sight of the house, where he sped up, throwing his bundle of clothes aside,catching Enve in his arms and taking her down to the sand.
“Caught you.” Derek grinned against her mouth, kissing his wife passionately as he locked his shoulders and elbows to keep his weight off her. Derek traced his tongue down her neck to the hollow between her breasts, when he felt the baby move. It wasn't the flutter he had always heard about, but a full on mule kick that made Enve scream.
“Baby, what's going on? You OK? Need a Doc?” Enve's face was pale as a sheet, contorted with the surge of pain. “Get me in the house. I need to lie down!” was all she could manage through clenched teeth. Derek scooped her up in his arms, hauling ass for the house.
Cameron saw Derek first, carrying his wife, in nothing but soaked underwear. The look on his face told her something was wrong. Cameron stepped off the porch, stalked towards Derek, ready to take the burden from him.
“Get the fuck away you metal bitch, you want to help, go get us a Doc now.” Derek didn't want Cameron anywhere near his wife, for all he knew this could have been brought on by Cameron, who knew?
John was by Derek's side in a minute when he crashed through the patio doors bearing Enve in his arms. “What do you need? Anything I can do to help?” John's voice was more than full of worry. “Get Charley, and get back here quick.” John opened Derek's bedroom door, took off at a run down the stairs.
Derek laid Enve down on the bed, laying down next to her, holding her in his arms, hoping for the best, hoping someone returned quick with a doctor.
May 2020
Derek found Redelk in the officer's mess, eating with General Perry. He had questions to ask the man, answers he was sure only Redelk knew answers to.
“Senior, I hate to interrupt but can I talk to you a minute?” Derek knew he wasn't going to win brownie points interrupting a man while he was eating.
Redelk set his fork down and politely excused himself from the table, from Perry.
“Yeah kid, what's up?” The old man had a grin on his face, Derek wasn't in the mood for games.
“Brad Granger. Why did he die and I lived?” Derek wanted answers, he had to know.
“Aw son, he was a mess. He died saving you, and I brought him back in field. Brad took on a 800 by himself, beating it back with his wrench while he was pulling you out of the HK. He dropped you to knock the thing down to the ground. The metal took him with it. Brad rammed his screwdriver in it's skull. The damn thing fell on top of him and broke his back. He was paralyzed from the waist down. When I got to him he was down, I shot him full of adrenaline and pumped his chest til he came back while Sumner drug you back into the MRAP. Kept my guard of Brad til we could get him to the truck and evac'd back here.” Redelk's face had fallen serious, his son in law's passing did not sit well within him.
“Why didn't she take care of him in the infirmary next to me? Why did she only take care of me? He was her husband for the love of God!” Derek was getting angry, he just couldn't understand why a guy's wife would pass up caring for her own husband for a stranger.
“Reese, listen to me, Brad was going to die, he knew it, I knew it, Enve knew it. I did what I could to make him comfortable. Enve begged me to end his suffering, because she knew how bad he was. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it.” At those last words Derek saw silent tears fall down the hardened warrior's cheeks, the man felt helpless and torn.
“So she suffered watching him die? While she cared for me?” Derek's tone had softened, but not by much.
“She had no choice Reese, she couldn't end his suffering either because she loved him so much. You were what made her not kill herself during those dark days” Redelk turned and walked away from a stunned Derek.
November 2007
Cameron arrived first with a very frightened woman in tow. “Help her.” Cameron pushed the woman forward, she moved quickly to the bed, looking at Derek, looking at Enve.
“Please Doc, you have to help my wife, help my son. Please.” Derek's eyes pleaded with the woman's, she nodded confidently.
“My name is Miriam Redelk,I'm here to help you. I'm going to touch your stomach OK?Just try and relax for me.” The voice was heavy with an Irish brogue, nervous but soothing.
Enve's eyes popped open in utter shock at the woman's voice. She started to say something when a contraction hit her, she bit back a scream instead.
Charley barreled through Derek's bedroom door, and stopped dead in his tracks. “Dr. Redelk, how can I help?”
“Do you have your class II crash bag with you? If so I will need it and O2 at 15 lpm. The baby is in distress. We need to get them both under control before we lose them both.”
“No, you save them both. So help me if one of them dies...” Derek was on the edge of maniacal concerned for his wife and child.
“You, get him out of here. He's no help to either of them in his state.” Dr. Redelk barked at John, who grabbed Derek and forcefully hauled him out of the room. Charley returned with his bag, setting it down next to the bed within Dr. Redelk's reach.

Cameron followed John outside, who was sitting on the beach with Derek. Derek had returned to where he had left his clothes, was dressed again. Cameron listened to the conversation, cataloging every bit.
“The metal bitch goes and finds my wife's mother who she hasn't seen since she died when Enve was 14. How the hell is that going to help get things under control? If Enve or the baby dies, I am ending her John, do you hear me? I will end the fucking bitch!”
“Derek, she did what she thought was right. She followed your order. You have to have faith in the Doc and Charley. They'll do their best, you have to be reassured in that fact.”
Anger was never a safe emotion, that Cameron understood clearly.
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