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Chapter 5: People who live in glass houses….

22 November 2007

Derek picked through his closet, grabbing a pair of jeans and a soft grey tee-shirt. He dressed quickly, as he had a bone to pick with Cameron for touching his wife. It would have been less traumatic for Enve if Cameron had waited to make her presence known while Enve was awake. He needed to talk to Sarah about Enve, chew Cameron’s metal ass and check on Bedell.
Martin Bedell cracked his eyes open, feeling like warmed over dead, slowly coming awake. John was sitting next to him, reading over some paperwork. “Baum, where are we? I’m dying for a drink.” His own voice sounded strained in his own ears as he struggled to force himself to sit up.
“Connor. My name is John Connor. Baum is the name the world outside my close friends knows me as. You’re at my house. My uncle and I brought you here when we left Presidio Alto. Here, I’m sure this will help you feel better.” John hands Martin a glass of ice water, Martin reaches out with a shaky hand. The ice tinkles against the glass as Martin takes a long drink.
“So what’s doing here Connor? Why did you bring me with you? Is there a phone somewhere I can use? I’ve got to call Alicia; I need to let her know I’m ok before she starts contacting me and getting no response.” Martin was serious; the look on his face stoic, John knew this wasn’t something to argue about. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his Blackberry, his best friend held out hand, John dropping the phone with a look of remorse on his face. John hoped he didn’t regret this, since his mom was adamant about no more people coming into the house after Derek’s wife.
The only reason Enve was allowed to stay was because Derek had stood up against Sarah, the rules of the game had changed. John had begun to notice that his mother had started to confer with Derek more and more concerning their movements. Even John himself had started asking Cameron and Derek both if “future me” would do certain things, they usually would have an answer for him.
Things were definitely changing, but were it for the benefit of John or someone else? John looked up when he heard patio door close, Martin walking in with a look on his face of a man afraid to speak. John had seen that look before when men needed to talk to his mother; she was the most intimidating person John knew. He could not for the life of him understand why his father had fallen head over heels for her in a matter of days. Sometimes she even scared the shit out of John with things she said or did. At least Cameron you could nearly guess what she was going to say or do, which was her being the machine she was, predictable. His mother was far from predictable, and that was what scared John the most. Unpredictable was dangerous, very dangerous, someone or something needed to reign his mom in before someone else was hurt or killed.
“I need to talk to you, and your family together. Can you gather them up for me? Your mom scares the shit out of me. I heard the way she fought with your Uncle over his wife staying here. I couldn’t talk Alicia out of coming. She’s packing to get on a plane now. I’m sorry Connor, I really am. Alicia has me wrapped with what’s between her legs.” Martin stared John in the face, which was the honor of a trained military man coming forward.
“Fuck, she isn’t going to like this, taking on another person. I really hope Alicia has something useful to the purpose, or she is gonna have yours and mine’s ass for dinner.” John set his shoulders as he set off to gather up his family, this was turning out to be a cluster fuck of a day.

The Connor/Reese clan gathered in the living room, Derek stretched out on the sofa, his wife leaned up against him, as Derek’s arms protectively held her against him. It was clearly evident he would protect her with his life, no matter what Sarah said. Cameron was turned toward the ocean, watching the waves roll in through the patio door. The raw energy of the waves sent her systems into overdrive, calculating their future use, for harnessing power. A thousand numerical equations fired in her circuits as she kept her vigil.
Sarah prowled the floor in front of Martin and John, who took up opposing ends on the other sofa. Her silence meant she was pissed, John could see the vein throbbing on her left temple. It was coming, when and how bad was the question.
“You are telling me that we are taking on another person? Another liability? Absolutely not. Martin, you’re calling her back and sending her back home. I am not going to be responsible for another person in this house. I’m already going to be responsible for Derek’s wife and baby when it comes! No, my answer is no.” The bomb blew, but it wasn’t near as bad as expected.
Derek’s wife stood up, graceful with her strength, even while heavy with Derek’s child. She stood in front of Sarah, toe to toe even, sizing her up. “You know, for being the mother of the leader of the Resistance, you sure need some classes in diplomacy. I can handle myself, I am a trained war fighter by the Marines, a Navy combat medic. I’ve survived the Middle Eastern conflicts, buried my friends, trained before I ever joined the Navy by a father who was a Navy SEAL. You trained/fought while pregnant with John, so you have no room to speak for me when you don’t even know me!” Enve pushed her way past Cameron, out the patio door and was gone. Derek stood up, looking at Sarah, shaking his head.
“You shouldn’t have insulted Enve like that. She is very secure in who she is, she could match you move for move. She is a valuable asset with her contacts in the military and her training. If you knew anything about the Reese boys, you would know I wouldn’t bring someone in this house who was a liability, much less marry someone who wasn’t my equal. Now I need to go smooth things over.” Derek headed out the door after his wife, knowing that she was going to come unglued on him when he found her. But that was how Enve was, she was passionate about what was important to her, once the tsunami hit, the aftershock waves benefitted them both.
“Do not make that phone call Bedell.” Cameron’s voice broke the silent tension. Martin glanced over at Cameron as if she were a bucket of water being thrown on a pyre. A pyre that was Martin burning at the cross, between Sarah and Alicia.
“Oh so now you’re going to work against me? I’m sure this girl has some huge significance to the war doesn’t she?” Sarah was yelling at Cameron, as Cameron turned from the doors to face them.
“Commander Alicia Ricther-Bedell is a key asset to the war effort. She is John Connor’s top linguist, grasping working knowledge of twenty different languages. She encodes/decodes for the Resistance. She also has heavy capital that will benefit the war. She comes from old money, very old money. That money flows heavy and deep. It would be wise to procure her now than later. She can be trained to fight, just as you trained John.” Cameron, ever the factual tactician, backed Sarah down quick.
“As long as Bedell takes responsibility for her, taking part in training her she can stay. The moment she slacks, she goes, and he will go with her. That’s my offer, take it or leave it.” John watched as his mother gave in one more time, made one more deal she didn’t want to. Eventually she would break down, when she did someone would have to step up and take command.
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