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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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Derek carefully helped Enve undress out of her uniform, throwing it into the chair in what was now their bedroom. He started digging in her sea bag to find a pair of soft yoga pants. Enve slipped into them, looking immediately comfortable. Enve watched as Derek shucked out of the uniform, tossed it in the chair, and walked over to the closet. Her mind wandered watching him walk from her, back to what felt like a long time ago, in another place. But it wasn’t all that long ago, and not so much a different place.

January 2027

Derek walked through the base with a purpose. He had his brother Kyle, and his best friend Martin Bedell following close behind him. The three were inseparable; it was as if Bedell was another of the “Reese boys”. Derek was silent as he weaved through people, up ladders and into the infirmary. His nose was first to catch her scent, so soft and subtle yet distinct within the sterile smells. Following her scent, Derek found Enve gently checking up on a child, her smile tender, caring for the frightened child. ‘She would make a great mother someday’ he thought to himself as she looked over at the brothers, her smile widening as Derek nodded slightly. The brothers watched her silently as Enve finished with her patient. The child and his mother smiled as Enve scruffed the boy’s hair before sending them off, telling them he would grow into a fine soldier as he got older. Enve washed her hands in the sink near Derek, taking her time making him wait. She knew it drove him mad waiting on her, and she took small pleasures in making him wait for her.

“What’s going on guys? Needing some juice? Or some other reason you’re paying me a visit?” Enve always made sure she had extra saline, which meant making it herself when the supplies from across the pond got low.
“Nah, we’re ok Chief. Just checking in with you to see how things are going.” Bedell had a grin on his face as he spoke, after too many nights playing poker with him and the guys, Enve knew he knew something.
“Well, my brother here, being the chicken he is drug us down here so he could talk to you about something, not that we had anything better to do of course.” Kyle jabbed Derek in the ribs as Derek choked out a “Hey!”
“Jesus Derek, it’s not like you needed to bring the boys to come down here and talk to me, we’ve been seeing each other for how many months now?” Enve had a laugh to her voice; apparently it was pick on Derek day.
Derek reached in his pocket, got down on one knee, and opened his hand. A thin, round, dark metal band sat in his palm, looking very small.
“Enve Riain Granger, I know we haven’t been together long, but time isn’t something there is a lot of these days. I’m in love with you. Since the first day I saw you when we picked you up at the base in Oxnard, to the night in the bunker in Bremerton. Will you marry me today?”Derek choked out the words, for the first time he could remember since being a teenager, he was truly nervous.
Tears welled in Enve’s eyes as Derek took her hand in his, his deep blue eyes starting up into her face, asking the question all over again. Enve nodded as tears ran down her cheeks, Derek pulled her into his arms, and the ring closed in his fist. Enve buried her head in his neck, holding Derek for all she could. “Yes Derek Thomas Reese, I will marry you today.”
“Well I guess we need to go find Connor and Vasily Dragonov and make this official now. Come on, let’s go.” Bedell lead the way through the base, towards Connor’s office as Kyle left to find Dragonov. Vasily Dragonov was the Resistance’s Chief gunsmith, coming from a family of famous rifle creators. He was also the only person in the Resistance in any close proximity that had the actual power to marry people. It made Dragonov happy to marry people; a bit of happiness in these times was hard to come by.
Within 20 minutes the small gathering of six converged in John Connor’s office. There were no papers to make the marriage completely legal, nor was the paper trail needed. The service was quick but meaningful, with Dragonov’s heavy Russian accent it made for a laugh or two when Enve struggled through repeating the vows. Instead of rings going on fingers, a stainless steel chain was produced for each of them, rings hanging from the chain. Derek had put some thought into this, along with the help of others, as Enve’s ring had Derek’s initials and the days date engraved on the inside- DTR-012327. Likewise Derek’s ring had Enve’s engraved inside his ring: ERG-012327.
“You may now kiss your bride Reese. I congratulate you!” Dragonov was so excited that he spoke only Russian, which got a questioning look from Derek, who assumed it meant to kiss Enve and seal the deal. A round of heavy applause with an occasional whistle or cheer went up through the group as Derek kissed Enve carefully, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“And now for a drink to toast the happy couple!” Dragonov called over the din, not only was Dragonov the resident gunsmith, but he was secretly known to few as a chemist of means. The Russian pulled a tall bottle of clear vodka from his bag, handing each person a handmade shot glass. The man was a mad scientist, handcrafter of all things, friend to all. Dragonov poured each glass full, each person shooting it back, wincing as the burn hit their throat. “Good stuff da!” Derek nodded as he fought a cough. Bedell was not as lucky as a coughing fit struck him, a trained military man; he was the strategist for the Resistance, who served as an Army Captain of the Rangers before J-day. Kyle pounded him on the back until the coughs subsided.
“Derek, I wish there was more to be happy for, and more to give you on your wedding day, but there’s not. I don’t want to see either of you the next two days, unless absolutely necessary. That’s an order. Here!” John tossed something in the air, Derek easily snatching it. He turned it over in his hand, seeing it was a key with a number on it, down near the ammo/weapons lockers. Only people who had direct access went down there, it was heavily guarded, quiet, private.
John smiled at Derek, “Take your wife and get out of here Reese!”
“Hell yes I’m outta here!” Derek slung Enve up in his arms, kicking open Connor’s office door with his foot and carrying her out.

Enve rolled over onto her side, watching her new husband sleep. Connor had sent them down to his private hideaway for their honeymoon. Inside they were surprised to find a real full size bed with sheets and pillows. Only once were they disturbed by Connor himself bearing a tray piled with meats, vegetables and fruit. Serrano Point was the heartbeat of the Resistance, people who lived/worked here were better off than a lot of the others outside.
Enve carefully pulled the sheet from her bare skin, dressing quietly in the dark. Her fingers ran over the stainless steel chain around her neck, as she bent to kiss Derek’s forehead. This was the last night she wanted to spend with Derek before her heart broke again.
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