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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 14: Outside
It didn't take much on Derek's part to convince the young girl (She was in her early 20's, which was too young for Derek.) behind the desk at the post office in Wellington to give him Enve's forwarding address. All Derek had to tell her was the truth that sounded like some sappy romance novel. He and Enve had lost a baby, had a fight, she'd took off and he was chasing her down because he loved her. The girl had started to cry, looked up the address, wrote it down and handed it to Derek. It sounded pathetic even to Derek, but the truth was better than a lie.
Derek was sitting at a fuel stop on I-25, cup of Starbucks in his hand, heat on in the truck, plugging the address into the GPS in the dash. The snow had started blowing heavily, the temperature gauge in the truck now read 25 degrees. He had never drove in snow, but the only route he could take was through the storm. There was 1840 miles between him and his wife, 200 of it was through the storm from what the weather tracker pictured. Derek could get a hotel room, wait it out, which could possibly mean days, or he could push on through and see how far he could get. The rounds of coffee were keeping their hold, warming him, bringing him out of the fog of tired. The cold did its part in helping the coffee do its job. Derek couldn't understand for the life of him why his wife would want to be somewhere where it snowed most of the year, but the address in his hand was somewhere completely different climate-wise. Virginia Beach, VA was 30+ hours away, 30 hours Derek knew he didn't have in him. He knew he wanted to get past the storm, and then think about stopping for rest.
Des Moines, IA, was the farthest Derek got before he realized how tired he really was. There was a Courtyard on the next exit sign; it was a good time to pull over for the night and sleep. It was well past seven in the evening, the drive through the snow storm had not been easy, especially with two wheel drive. Derek began to realize why his Dad always drove a Jeep, it wasn't just for show. Derek grabbed his backpack from the backseat, tucked his .45 in the small of his back, walked through the rain into the hotel.
The room was quiet, comfortable, slightly cool, and functional. Derek dropped his backpack on the second bed, put his gun on the nightstand between the beds, and headed for the shower. The rolling heat on his shoulders and neck forced his body into submission. There were things in this time he took for granted, hot water and long showers were one of them. A soft warm towel wrapped around his waist, Derek stepped out into the room, picked up the menu, ordering room service. The knock at the door caught Derek off guard as he was getting dressed, digging clothes out for the morning.
He answered the door in nothing but a pair of jeans, the room service attendant eyed up him and down, taking in all his scars and tattoos with hungry eyes. “Thanks, what do I owe you?”Derek took the tray from her, setting it on the desk. He turned back to her; she looked him in the eyes, “$45. 76 sir.” handing Derek a receipt with his order total and her name and number wrote on the bottom.
Derek pulled out $60 from his wallet, pressing it and the receipt into her hand “As much as I find it flattering that you're interested in me, no ma'am, I'm not the right one for you tonight. I love my wife too much to break her heart doing something like that. Believe me when I say it matters that you're interested, but I can't. I'm sorry.” The girl smiled halfheartedly, nodding her head, “Your wife is a lucky woman to have a man like you. Goodnight.” With that she turned on her heel, striding off down the hall. Derek closed the door gently behind him. As beautiful as she had been, the only woman Derek had been with since marrying his wife was Enve herself. Sure, he was a man, he'd look at other women, but he'd never touch. Even when he'd thought he'd left Enve in the future, never to see her again, Derek had kept his vows to Enve.
Derek ate like a starving man, washing it down with the ice cold beer he'd ordered. When Derek had cleared the tray, he set it on the floor outside the door, turning off all the lights in the room. Derek stripped down to his skin, sliding between the cold sheets. The clock on the nightstand glowed 11pm, Derek was exhausted, mind, body and soul.
January 2027
Derek woke slowly, reaching across the bed for his brand new wife, but he just kept reaching on. Enve was gone, Derek knew why. She didn't want her heart broke again. He was the only reason she was still alive, because of his love for her. They had buried her first husband, CM1 Brad Granger, the metal had mortally wounded him, left him paralyzed. Enve had nursed Derek back to health while watching her husband suffer through a painful death. Derek remembered the night he and Kyle had carried her father, Senior Chief Matthew Redelk into the infirmary, with multiple gunshot wounds from a T-888 ambush. Redelk had died saving Derek and Kyle's asses; the loss of his life was a heavy blow. It was a few months before Derek saw Enve again, in the Bremerton bunker. The night he had first felt her wrapped around him, the night he fell in love with her completely. After that night, they hooked up any chance they got, sometimes in Derek's quarters, sometimes hers, if they were in the same place at the same time. Enve always left while Derek was sleeping; they rarely ever woke up together.
Today was the day, Connor was sending Derek back just like he had Kyle. Kyle had taken the order from Connor himself, protecting his mother Sarah from the metal. Kyle worshipped Connor’s mother, carrying her photo everywhere he went. At first it had creeped Derek out, but now he understood Kyle was in love with Sarah Connor. Derek carried the marks from his love making with Enve into the field with him, along with a caduceus from her uniform.
Derek dressed quietly, deep in thought. There would be a briefing with Connor and Perry, a physical in the infirmary, then go time. Derek knew that him going back could change the course of the war, if not stop it entirely. He could save Kyle; he could save Enve, save humanity entire, at the price of never seeing his wife again. It was a price Derek was willing to pay, albeit somewhat unwillingly.
The meeting with Perry and Connor went off without a hitch. They made sure Derek knew his orders by heart, gather intel/resources, locate younger Connor and protect him from the metal, locate Martin and Alicia Bedell. Three directives, easily remembered.
Derek couldn’t find Enve in the infirmary crowd, her underling, Stinson, was doing his physical. The woman got way too close and personal for Derek’s taste at some points. Stinson wrote notes in his record, snapping it shut before walking away with it. Derek was getting dressed when he saw Enve walk up. She was reading his record, her face full of worry.
“There isn’t any way I can disqualify you medically. You’re clean and healthy. As much as I know you have to go because it’s an order, I wish it could be different. I don’t know if I can take losing another person I love. Especially you.”
Derek stepped into his boots, taking Enve gently by the chin, looking in her eyes. They were bright green, rimmed in red; she had tried hard not to let it show in front of her work center by hiding in her office. “Baby, if I do this, I could possibly turn the tide of the war. Lessen it, or stop it entirely. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make to save you, to save Kyle. I know this is the last time I will see you, unless I see you then, and you won’t even know who I am. But I’ll know you, and I’ll love you just the same. You are my wife, for better, for worse, till death do us part. I made the vow; I intend to keep it till my death. Time isn’t going to make me stop loving you.”
Enve sniffled, scrubbing the back of her hand across her eyes as she nodded. She had so much to say to Derek, something so important to tell him. But she knew if she told him what was in her heart he would defy Connor and Perry’s orders, argue to stay. Enve couldn’t be that selfish, it wasn’t in her nature. She would find some way to find Derek again, someway, somehow.
Derek took his wife by the hand, “Come on, it’s time.” He led her out of the infirmary, down long corridors to where the bubble tech’s waited for him. Connor and Perry helped Derek prepare, reminding him of orders, things about the time he was going to, as Derek stripped out of his clothes. Long moments later Derek stood in his skin, nothing to identify him but the tattoos, scars, and the chain around his neck with his wedding ring.
Perry saw the ring for the first time, “You’re going to have to leave that behind Reese, only living tissue can go through.” Perry knew exactly what it was around Derek’s neck; it explained much of why Derek’s demeanor had changed since the acquisition of Firebase Redelk.
“Give me a minute will you?” Derek looked between Connor and Perry, hoping for one last moment with his wife. Connor nodded, “Take a few minutes with her while the techs finish prepping, it won’t hurt.” “Thank you Sir, I appreciate it.”
Derek walked over to his wife, who had been standing off to the side watching him prepare with Connor and Perry. Enve stood with her body rigid, trying to hold herself together in front of their peers.
Derek reached behind Enve’s neck, unhooking her chain, sliding the ring into his palm. Derek slid the ring onto Enve’s finger “Till death do us part, this is my solemn vow to you Enve Riain Reese, my love, my wife, my life.” Enve started to cry as Derek put his chain and ring over her head, tucking it inside her uniform next to her skin. He could feel her heart beating next to his ring, she was clearly upset.
Enve ran her fingers over Derek’s scar she had sewn months earlier, when they had first made love, in the freezing weather of Bremerton bunker. “I love you Derek Thomas Reese, always my husband.” Derek nodded, kissing her tenderly. Enve stuck a syringe into his bicep, shooting him with a heavy dose of amphetamines as Derek released his embrace of her. The bubble tech’s smeared his body head to toe with a blue conductive jelly as he stepped onto the “X” on the floor. Enve stepped back next to Connor, who put his arm around her shoulders, the gesture easing some of Derek’s worry.
Blue electricity started to crackle around him, Derek could feel his body start to heat up, his muscles started to seize, this was the part where the bubble tech’s told him to breathe deep and think of something pleasant. Derek started breathing deep, looking through the electrical field, he saw his wife start to cry, Derek’s heart ached at the sight. His last thought came out of him in a guttural battle cry, “Baby I love you!” before the pain over took him, before he became lost to time.
April 2008
Derek woke with a yell, feeling his own body with trembling hands. Sweat poured down his skin, soaking the sheets that were twisted around his body. The phone in his hotel room was ringing; it had to have been what woke Derek up.
“Yeah?” Derek croaked into the receiver, hoping the person on the other end couldn’t tell he was disoriented and nerve shot.
“Good morning Sir. This is your requested wake up call. The weather in Des Moines, IA this morning is a sunny crisp 35 degrees. We hope you have enjoyed your stay with Courtyard. We look forward to serving you again soon. Have a wonderful rest of your trip!” The automated voice almost sounded human, not near as passable as Cameron.
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