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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 13: Can't Be Really Gone

Derek woke up screaming her name, drenched in sweat, just like every other morning for the last six months. He thought he'd done the right thing, but it must have been the wrong thing. Days after Thomas' burial, while Enve was still loopy on pain meds, Derek had went to a jeweler in Century City Mall. It was hell enough for him to walk into the place much less walk around it looking for the jewelery shops. It was a work camp in the future, one that his brother had carried John Connor out of when they escaped after their capture.
He'd found one that could get what he needed done in a couple of hours. Cost didn't matter, it mattered more to him the symbolism behind it. Derek had chowed down on the Chinese buffet in the mall while he killed time, he'd always loved eating sushi and Chinese take out with the family before J-day.
She'd been asleep when Derek put the ring on her finger. When he woke up that next morning, his wife and everything she owned was gone. The metal hadn't seen her leave, neither did anyone else. Derek searched the house for any shred of a clue, finding nothing. It was as if Enve had never been there, except for the faint lingering floral scent of her on the pillows of his bed. It was torture, the worst torture he's ever experienced, worse than what the metal had done to him.
Sarah and Charley had taken off chasing down her crazy dreams about three dots having some significance to Skynet. That left Derek the head of the house, watching over John, Bedell, Bedell's wife and the metal. John was becoming more and more pre-occupied with Cameron every day, there was nothing Derek could do to stop it. With Sarah gone things were surprisingly quiet. Derek continued on with training Bedell and Alicia, she had grown into a quick learner. Derek was impressed with her willingness to learn, her curiosity, her grasp of languages, and her aim.
John had found Derek outside, sitting on the beach, staring out into the blue expanse of the Pacific. John watched his uncle take a long pull off the beer in his hand, looking lost in thought. Hopefully the piece of paper John carried in his hand would change that.
“Hey Derek, I've got something for you to take a look at. Think it's important.” John plopped down on the sand, pulling his knees up to his chest as he handed Derek the single sheet of paper. Derek read the page twice, just to believe what he was reading.
“Colorado is a closed state, they don't share anything with other states, so tracking her down hasn't been easy. The only reason I got this much was hacking the system of every major bank in the nation and I got two hits with the same address and name at two different banks. Navy Federal and Wells Fargo. It looks like the Wells Fargo account was closed four months ago and the money moved out to a different bank, which I'd guess would be the Navy Federal. It's just a P.O. Box in Colorado, but it's something.”
“It's better than the nothing we have had the last six months since she skipped out. You and the metal going to be okay here with Bedell while I go check this out?” Derek had no choice, his heart had already made the decision he was going to Colorado.
“Yeah. I'm sure we will be fine. How long do you think you'll be gone?” John knew this was important to his uncle, finding his wife, finding out what the hell happened. He would do the same if Cameron took off, do whatever it took to find her and bring her back to him.
“I don't know, however long it takes to physically find her and bring her home with me. I don't know if I can do this following your mom's crazy ass dreams and bullshit orders anymore. With Bedell signing his papers to go to the Army, I'm not really needed to train him or his wife. His wife has mentioned going back to her parents home in Camarillo, so until your mom gets back, it could be you and the metal here by yourself. As much as I don't like the idea it's all we have going right now. If I were you John, I would follow Bedell into the military and get away from your mom. She's a loose cannon, those are very dangerous.” Derek was right, Sarah was dangerous, John was beginning to question her often.
“Derek, I've actually been considering joining the Air Force. They are the branch that is the most technologically linked. Plus they are the beginning of Skynet. If I can get on the inside I could effectually put a stop to Judgment Day. But if I'm going to do it, I'll have to get signed on and gone before Mom gets back. She will never let me go. Cameron would probably go with me, if I ordered her to. I could go to Carlos and get new papers, that's not a problem.” John was glad to see someone agreeing with him for once, rather than being overruled.
“I think that would be a good idea. Your mom is driving everyone crazy. I'm going to pack up and head out. If you need me call my phone.” Derek stood up, brushing the sand off himself, “Thanks John. I appreciate it.”
“Yeah no problem, thanks for talking to me. I think I am going to go sign up for the Air Force. Since I'm 18 I don't need anyone's permission to go, so that makes it easier. Good luck with Enve.”John stood up next to his uncle, god the kid looked too much like Kyle. Derek gave John a quick hug before heading up to the house to pack his bag.
Derek packed his sea bag, every piece of clothes, filling his sea bag full. Derek reached under his bed for his personal gun locker, his hand grazing something soft on top of the hard case. His hand closed around it, pulling it out from under the bed, it was Enve's black uniform tee shirt from Presido Alto. Derek crushed the shirt to his face, taking a deep breath in. It was her, the shirt still smelled of her. She wasn't really gone, the ghost of her haunted him every night. Derek pulled his sea bag over his shoulders, grabbed a pillow off his bed, his gun case in his hand. He took one last look in his room before he shut the door behind him, closing one more chapter on his life.
The house was quiet as Derek walked through it out to his truck, he was a man on a mission, no one was going to stop him. Derek tucked his gun case into the cargo box built into the bed of his truck, sea bag in the backseat with his pillow. Nothing like sleeping in the truck, but he wasn't about to waste money sleeping in a hotel. Besides, if he pushed it through he could make it to Wellington, CO in 13 hours. It would take him some time to find her, but from what John researched online the town was small, only 4,000 people, maybe the task wouldn't be so hard.
Derek had stopped in Vegas for drive thru Jack in the Box. Three fuel stops, two stops for food and three call of nature stops, Derek found himself barely awake at six in the morning. He was in awe stepping out of the truck and seeing the clean, new fallen snow on the ground in Wellington. He knew was snow was, but had never seen it for himself, the snow crunching under the soles of his boots. The thermometer inside the truck told him it was 20 degrees outside, Derek believed it when he breathed in the crisp mountain air, felt the chill through his jacket.
The first thought in his mind was to stop by the little post office in town, but the sign on the door indicated it wasn't going to open for another two hours. Derek's stomach growled, it had been at least six hours since he had last ate, some caffeine, black and heavy would do him good at the moment.
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