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[28 JUNE] [T:TSCC] [THE BEGINNING OF THE END]
Title: The Beginning of the End
Day/Theme: 28th June 2010; the world will never return
Series: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John, Cameron; mildly implied John/Cameron
Rating: G
Notes: Set before Judgement Day. No spoilers.
He stares out to the horizon, engraving the pristine image like a photograph in his mind. The sky is stained red from the setting sun and the air carries with it the many scents of nature.
He wonders how long it will be before he sees all this again. If he will live to see it again.
"John." The boy doesn't have to turn around to look; he already knows who it is and she is already standing at his side. Just like she always has.
"You should go inside," she advises softly.
"Yeah, yeah," he mutters under his breath, although he doesn't doubt she can hear him anyway. "It's not safe out here. There's stuff to do, people to debrief and a nuclear war to survive." His voice, he knows, is bitter and he wonders if she can pick up on that too. "So much for stopping all this."
"It is possible that Judgement Day is inevitable regardless of our actions," she reasons. "You exist. I exist. Therefore Skynet also exists."
It is not exactly what he wants to hear - what he needs to hear, and all at once he feels his rage explode from deep inside him. "So you're saying everything we did was useless?! Everything we sacrificed, all those people dead - all that was for nothing?!" he roars as he turns on her. She's not at fault and he knows he's going to feel like an absolute jerk about this later but right now he's just a boy who's still too young to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. It's too much to cope with.
A soft touch on his shoulder startles him out of his rampage (it always amazes him how... gentle she can be sometimes). "It was not for nothing," she says even as she meets his gaze with those solemn brown pools. "We have denied Skynet precious resources and key locations as well as any attempts to give itself an advantage by sending technological information back in time. You have stockpiled supplies and warned the world. You are alive to lead the survivors against Skynet. You have done everything possible within your power."
"But is it enough?" he asks even though he's not sure he wants to hear an answer.
"It will have to be," is all she offers in return. There is a moment of deafening quiet before she speaks up again. "We should go inside. It takes twenty seconds for the blast doors to close and approximately five minutes for the lift to reach the lowest level of the bunker."
The boy draws a final breath of fresh air and sighs, feels the mantle of fate soaked in so much blood finally descend on his shoulders. "Lead the way," he tells her and she complies, moving to the keypad built into the wall as he takes the few steps that separates the rest of the world from this steel pocket in the mountains. As soon as he clears the threshold she punches in the necessary sequence and the claxons wail like banshees as the large doors slide shut.
In the last five seconds he turns and casts one last glance over his shoulder, sees the last sight of an unravaged world and wishes he had brought a camera.
Then it is gone, and the unspoken truth is that when the doors open again everything will have already fallen to ruin.
Day/Theme: 28th June 2010; the world will never return
Series: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John, Cameron; mildly implied John/Cameron
Rating: G
Notes: Set before Judgement Day. No spoilers.
He stares out to the horizon, engraving the pristine image like a photograph in his mind. The sky is stained red from the setting sun and the air carries with it the many scents of nature.
He wonders how long it will be before he sees all this again. If he will live to see it again.
"John." The boy doesn't have to turn around to look; he already knows who it is and she is already standing at his side. Just like she always has.
"You should go inside," she advises softly.
"Yeah, yeah," he mutters under his breath, although he doesn't doubt she can hear him anyway. "It's not safe out here. There's stuff to do, people to debrief and a nuclear war to survive." His voice, he knows, is bitter and he wonders if she can pick up on that too. "So much for stopping all this."
"It is possible that Judgement Day is inevitable regardless of our actions," she reasons. "You exist. I exist. Therefore Skynet also exists."
It is not exactly what he wants to hear - what he needs to hear, and all at once he feels his rage explode from deep inside him. "So you're saying everything we did was useless?! Everything we sacrificed, all those people dead - all that was for nothing?!" he roars as he turns on her. She's not at fault and he knows he's going to feel like an absolute jerk about this later but right now he's just a boy who's still too young to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. It's too much to cope with.
A soft touch on his shoulder startles him out of his rampage (it always amazes him how... gentle she can be sometimes). "It was not for nothing," she says even as she meets his gaze with those solemn brown pools. "We have denied Skynet precious resources and key locations as well as any attempts to give itself an advantage by sending technological information back in time. You have stockpiled supplies and warned the world. You are alive to lead the survivors against Skynet. You have done everything possible within your power."
"But is it enough?" he asks even though he's not sure he wants to hear an answer.
"It will have to be," is all she offers in return. There is a moment of deafening quiet before she speaks up again. "We should go inside. It takes twenty seconds for the blast doors to close and approximately five minutes for the lift to reach the lowest level of the bunker."
The boy draws a final breath of fresh air and sighs, feels the mantle of fate soaked in so much blood finally descend on his shoulders. "Lead the way," he tells her and she complies, moving to the keypad built into the wall as he takes the few steps that separates the rest of the world from this steel pocket in the mountains. As soon as he clears the threshold she punches in the necessary sequence and the claxons wail like banshees as the large doors slide shut.
In the last five seconds he turns and casts one last glance over his shoulder, sees the last sight of an unravaged world and wishes he had brought a camera.
Then it is gone, and the unspoken truth is that when the doors open again everything will have already fallen to ruin.