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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 15: What I’d Say
          Derek watched the miles between Des Moines and Virginia Beach fade behind him. He had seen more country in the last 3400 miles than he ever had. He had crossed one side of the country to the other, traded the Pacific Ocean for the Atlantic Ocean. The last twenty hours of road passed slowly behind him. Derek knew he wasn’t far from the address programmed into his GPS, the destination mileage clicked down to 20 miles. The thermometer jumped from the last time he looked at it in Wellington at 25 degrees to a comfortable 55.
          The GPS startled Derek out of his fatigue; “HRBT back up to King Street, calculate alternate route?” He clicked the ‘no’ button, resorting to waiting through the traffic for the most direct route. It was 630am, of course traffic was going to be backed up with people going to work. The last street before it was the point of no return was Mallory Street, the exit sign listed a Mc Donald’s, Derek’s stomach was growling. The apartment on Willow Oak Circle could wait for awhile, Derek was sure if he knew his wife well enough she would be working a job. It would be easier to scope it out, do a drive by during working hours, rather than being caught by her. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what he would say to her yet, much less ready to confront her. Derek looked at his watch while he ate; it was Friday April 16^th 2008. J-day for him and Kyle was coming in three years, five days.
          Derek noticed the traffic had subsided, getting back on the interstate was a cinch. Looking out across the bay from the entrance going down into the tunnel Derek was stunned. There were aircraft carriers, battleships, frigates, all kinds of Navy vessels. There was serious naval firepower parked in the Chesapeake Bay, no wonder why Skynet took out Norfolk and San Diego in short order. Derek read the signs passing above him, so many of them listed a military installation. No wonder his wife was hiding here, she was among people she felt comfortable around, people she blended in with. Enve should have felt comfortable with him; she shouldn’t have had to run from him. He wanted to know from her why she ran, he was tired of guessing.
          Derek rolled up in the apartment complex near the beach Enve’s address listed, not seeing her Explorer parked outside her building. That didn’t mean anything, she could have traded the truck off for something else, or sold it straight out. He parked his truck next to a midnight blue Toyota Celica with New York plates; getting out to walk up to Enve’s building. Derek read the building numbers realizing hers was a second floor on the end facing the ocean. The pull of her proximity was too much for Derek, he bounded up the stairs, knocking on #1117. Derek was surprised when someone opened the door, looking him over. A multi-colored dog started at Derek beside the woman, baiting him to make his move. “Heel Molly, he’s ok. She’s not here, Derek. She told me you would find her eventually. Come on in.” The woman moved aside, the dog following her, as Derek shut the door behind him.
          “Go ahead have a seat, anything I can get you? Coffee, soda, beer?” Derek settled onto the edge of the sofa, “Coffee, cream/cream sugar please.” He watched the woman walk into the expensive kitchen area of the apartment, her blue uniform tee-shirt and blue cammies fit her in all the right places too well, Derek changed the subject quick, “So you know who I am, I want to know who you are?” Derek scratched Molly behind the ears, the dog still seemed wary of him. Looked like he was going to have his work cut out for him winning the dog over.
          The woman returned with a coffee cup in each hand, “I’m EM3 Anne Acklin. I’m Riain’s roommate. We’ve been living together about two months now since she came to the area. I’m a nuclear electrician on board the USS George H.W. Bush. Riain told me you would find her, told me who you were. Told me probably a lot more than people outside you and her know.” Anne sat across from Derek, her demeanor totally confident in his presence.
          “Where is my wife now? She clearly isn’t here. When will she be back?” Derek was tired, antsy; the coffee would only help him go a little bit farther before he would crash out. He was creeping up on 24+ hrs awake, most of it caffeine fueled.
          “She’s at work. She won’t be back till late evening. Said to let you stay while she is gone. So if you got luggage go ahead and get it, bring it on up to the bedroom. There’s food in the fridge, TV in your bedroom, onsite private bath. I’m sure you’re tired after the trip. Make yourself at home. I have to leave for duty soon. I’ll be back Sunday, which will give you two time together.” Anne put on her uniform blouse and cover. “See you around Reese.” tossing the spare key to the apartment at him.
          Derek didn’t think Enve would have a roommate, much less the woman not hating his guts. Anne didn’t give off the vibe that she didn’t like him at all, she seemed like she understood what was going on and sympathized to a point. Derek grabbed all his stuff out of the truck, hiking up two flights of stairs loaded down. He found Enve’s bedroom first in the hallway, dropped his bags on the floor in a corner out of the way, tucking his gun case under the bed. Didn’t surprise him a bit she had her own case under there, it wasn’t locked.
Curiosity got the best of has as he cracked the lid. Inside was a well cared for Colt 1911 .45, an AR-15 rifle, a 12 gauge Super Vinci Benelli shotgun and a Ruger .22 pistol. Beside her gun case was another hard sided case, Derek popped the latches surprised to find a compound bow in black with a quiver of razor tipped titanium arrows in the bottom of the case. He never knew his wife shot bow, Derek started realizing there was a lot about his wife he didn’t know. With a straight from the isle Irish mother and a full blooded Lakota Sioux father he should have known she would know how to shoot bow. Enve may have been a Navy brat, but there were a million questions Derek wanted to ask Enve about herself that had popped up in his mind the last six months.
Derek stripped out of his clothes, leaving a path of dirty clothes in his wake as he headed for the shower. The apartment Enve lived in was posh compared to the house they had shared with the Connors in California. Derek looked at the clock in the bathroom as he showered; it was 10am, all he could think about sleep. Not even thoughts of his wife could deter his brain from the pleasantries of the black nothingness.
Enve stepped out onto the brow of the ship, stretching her back and shoulders. She hated the boring days of minor injuries, sick call and mindless paperwork. It was her job; she’d rather be doing this than fighting metal, scrounging for supplies or food, or watching monkey wagons haul helpless people off to their impending deaths at the Skynet work camps. An officer passed her on the pier, Enve instinctually snapped a salute. “Goodnight Sir. Have a good morning.” The Commander returned her salute, “Goodnight Petty Officer, have a safe weekend.” Enve smiled, a safe weekend meant movies on the sofa cuddled up with Molly and Anne.
Enve had meant to pull into her parking space, finding a black Dodge truck with California plates sitting in her spot. Her stomach dropped like a stone off the Sears Tower, as her heart attempted to make an emergency exit through her throat.
The metal bitch had seen Enve leave that morning, Enve had told it to keep its mouth shut about her leaving, to not tell a soul, especially Derek. It had agreed, not even questioning why Enve was leaving. Enve went to Carlos, bought the deepest papers she could, left California and her husband behind for the mountains of Colorado. A month of working on a ranch didn’t ease Enve’s mind. She did the one thing she knew she could find solace in, signed her name for the Navy.
Two months of boot camp in Chicago was a breeze for Enve, she had done it once before. She was class leader and top student in Corpsman training school. When it had came time to pick orders Enve had tried for the desert, tried for anything out of the country, but since she was on paperwork saying she was married, the orders were slim pickings. East or west, that was the extent of the choosing. Enve chose East.
Enve was surprised Derek found her this quickly, if he had been a bit more creative with his search he would have found her months before. Enve could only think to herself, ‘Did he really want to find me that bad?’
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