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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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There was no way Derek would have missed that shot. The Barrett .50 M107A1 on his shoulder made sure he could pick that T-888 off at a mile and a half. It was a one in a million shot, and Derek missed. ‘Fuck!’ was the thought running through Derek’s mind as he watched through the scope, the round glancing the T-888 in the shoulder. The damn thing was still coming. Derek shouldered the rifle, taking off at a run. He had to find John and Bedell before that thing did.
Derek crashed through the trees, passing the markers set to the claymores. He knew beyond those lines there was John and Bedell, Enve and his son. Derek turned, laid in wait, one shot one kill. Through his scope he sees Bedell getting chased by the T-888, taking a round to the chest, then going down hard. The T-888 doesn’t stop, it keeps going. Derek watches, John coming into his view, getting the T-888’s attention. “Damn it John, don’t be a fucking hero!” Derek muttered to himself as he sighted up the shot. The T-888 raised his gun to pull the trigger, at that moment the T-888’s skull cleaved, melting metal lighting up the night. T-888 falls forward like a domino, falling into the tar pit, sinking within the black oily depths.
John looks up as Bedell stumbles forward from the brush, falling to his knees, blood seeping between his fingers clutching his ribs. Derek jogged up to them, offering Bedell a shoulder as John ignited the tar pit.
“We got to keep moving boys. Bedell needs a medic. Just remember what you saw here tonight. John, go get yours, mine and Bedell’s bags and get them in the truck. I’ll meet you at the infirmary after I resign and pull both of you from school. It’s the safest thing to do. Leave an extra seat free in the truck. We’re gonna have extra passengers.” John looks at Derek quizzically, “Who is coming with us? I understand Martin, but I don’t get who else?” “John, don’t argue, just do it.” John sighs, trotting off in the direction of the barracks.
“What was that thing?” Bedell gasps between steps. “That my friend is hell walking. Be glad John turned it into slag. It won’t be the last one you see if you stay with us. Come on, you need to stay with me a bit longer, we’re almost to the Doc.” Derek hoists most of Bedell’s weight as they fall through the infirmary doors.
Enve’s head snaps to the doorway, the air immediately bitten with the copper smell of blood, footsteps heavy. “Jesus! What the hell happened to you?” Enve laces herself under Bedell’s other arm, leading him over to an exam table. “He got into it with some metal. You’re the only Doc I trust.” Derek looked into Enve’s face seeing her pissed off at him, and knowing when the quiet hours came his ass would be grass. Bedell groaned as shears cut through his clothes, fingers probing his wound, “Am I going to be okay Doc? Sure hurts like hell.”
“Yeah, it’s a clean through and through. I’ll give you a local and cauterize inside. Suture inside going out. You’ll be fine in a few hours. Just try and relax ok? Here we go, needle in.” Bedell goes rigid, eyes close slowly as his body relaxes. “This is a lot easier to do when they’re out. Why did you leave this morning Derek? Why didn’t you stay?” Enve questioned Derek without looking up.
Derek looks around before he leans close, “There was a T-888 here. Bedell helped me take it out. That’s how he got wounded, and why I left you last night so I could take it out. You have to come with me Enve, I’m not leaving you here with metal out there gunning for this place.” Enve looked up, her hands stopping for a moment. “I told you I would go where you go. I have your son. I have to go where you go. You’re not leaving me again Derek. Go to my house, get the seabag in my closet. It has everything I need in it. Then come back here to get me.”
Derek touches her shoulder as he stands, feeling the tension in her. “He has to go with us, make sure he can travel asap.” Enve’s head nodded as she concentrated on her work. “Yeah, well I need the key Chief if you want me to get your bag.” Enve stands, pointing at her hip pocket, “It’s in here. Can you get my truck too? It’s outside the clinic here. You’ll find my spot.” Derek snaked his hand into her pocket, her cammies fitting just a bit too tight. “And there’s my resignation letter in my desk. Please take it to the Commandant for me. How long do I have to get him mobile?” “I’ll take this up for you, be ready in an hour to roll out. I have a place we can go, it’s a drive though.” Derek brushed her lips with his before she sat back down. “I’ll be sure to have Bedell ready when you get back. Be careful.”
”I will. Just be quick.” Derek found the thick envelope in Enve’s desk, the weight surprising him. Enve was always prepared for anything. Resigning wouldn’t be easy, pulling students even harder. But it was time to go. Always moving always running.
Derek hit the button on the key fob in his hand, seeing lights flash on a black Ford Explorer. The interior lit up as Derek slid into the leather seat, turning the engine over, a deep rumble breaks the silence as the truck turns out of the parking lot and onto the street.
Enve finished closing Bedell’s wound just as his eyelids fluttered open. “How am I doing Doc? Gonna be okay?” Bedell now was so young, so full of life compared to the man Enve knew in the future. Her heart sank knowing that today everything Bedell knew would change, and he would have to live another life under another name. “Yeah it’s just going to be sore for awhile. Can you get up and walk for me? We have to keep moving.” “Yeah I’ll try, where are we going?” “I don’t know Bedell, we just have to trust Lt. Baum. I’d trust him with my life.” Enve helped Bedell sit up, as he swing his legs over the side of the table. Bedell was a bit groggy still, walking as if he was drunk. But he could walk. Enve grabbed a field bag off the hook, going cabinet to cabinet taking various medical supplies and field drugs.
They were not coming back here, and supplies were always in demand. Enve dropped the bag next to her desk as Bedell sat down in a chair opposite the desk. Digging through her desk, Enve took anything that was identifiable or useful, tossing those into another bag. “You ok Bedell? Still groggy or in pain?” “No Chief, I’m good. Just hungry and thirsty” “That’s the drugs, it will wear off soon. We’ll grab something for chow on the road. Grab a couple bottles of water out of my fridge though ok?” Bedell stumbles over to the fridge, grabbing furniture for leverage. Derek walked into the infirmary, with John in tow, Enve stopped packing for a moment, staring at John.
“Commondant wasn’t in his office, so I left our resignations and the boys withdrawls on his desk. He won’t be back in til Monday, by then we’ll be long gone. John grab her bags and throw them in her Explorer out there. It’s time Enve, let’s go.” John stepped past her, grabbing three of the four bags, hauling them out the door. Bedell grabbed the last one, wobbling out behind John. “Bedell needs to ride in my truck, preferably laying down. Grab some pillows and blankets for me out of the cabinets. I’ll be ready in just a few minutes, I need to grab our medical records. I’ll meet you at my truck.” Derek turns on his heel, striding out the door into the mid-day heat. Enve digs through her files finding hers and Bedell’s medical records, closing the drawer one last time before she follows Derek out the door.
The bright sun attacks Enve’s eyes as she dons a pair of Oakleys in the parking lot. Her Explorer is waiting, Derek in the driver’s side. Enve throws the records on the back floorboard, finding Bedell passed out on the backseat. It feels foreign to Enve sitting in the passenger seat at Derek drives out of Presidio Alto. She has always been the one driving, and rarely left the academy. Now outside the walls, on the highway trees, mountains pass by quickly. Enve closes her eyes to the window, the hum of the road lolling her to sleep.
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