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azraelz_angel) wrote2009-02-28 10:53 pm
azraelz_angel) wrote2009-02-28 10:53 pm
FIC: Tempting Fate
TITLE: Tempting Fate
AUTHOR: Demona aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
azraelz_angel
FANDOM: Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: He’d failed Kyle before, he’d be damned if he did it again.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles belong to Fox, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
WRITTEN FOR:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
picfor1000
BETA:satyrnfive & avamclean
My image/inspiration for this fic was based on this picture:
Dates held no meaning in the future. There was one date - Judgment Day - and from there it was just a matter of surviving, living from one day, one moment to the next. So Derek wasn’t thinking anything of the day when he took his daily jog that purposely passed by the Reese residence and circled the local park. It was temping fate, but he couldn’t stop keeping an eye on Kyle and his younger self. He had failed to keep Kyle safe in his time and he’d be damned if it happened in this one.
He had just turned the corner onto the street where the Reese family resided when he saw Derek and Kyle biking back from the park. His younger self was riding in the street and Kyle was on his little red bicycle on the sidewalk. Their parents had never liked Kyle to ride in the street, had always been afraid something would happen to him.
Derek jogged forward, toward the boys. They’d seen him enough to assume he lived around the neighborhood. It broke his heart every time little Kyle smiled at him. It reminded him why he’d been sent back, to save all this.
He saw the car backing out of the driveway, not slowing down as they came to the sidewalk. They were backing up too fast, there was no way they saw Kyle, or could stop in time if they did. Derek sprinted forward, pushing hard as fear pushed adrenaline through his veins. He couldn’t watch his brother get killed. Not here, not now.
He made it just as the car made contact with the front wheel of the bicycle. His presence in the car’s rear view caused the driver to slam on the brakes, but it was already too late. He ripped Kyle off the bike, his momentum carrying them forward and out of the path of danger.
The bicycle crunched as the rear of the car settled over it as it came to a jerking halt.
Derek stared down at the crushed bicycle, frame mangled and broken, the red paint cracked and chipped off, and the tires flat and slack against the sidewalk. After a moment, Derek carefully set Kyle back on his feet, keeping a steadying hand on him.
“Crap!” young Derek swore as he raced up to Kyle’s side. He grabbed Kyle’s arms, frantically surveying him for damage. “Are you okay, Kyle?” he asked.
“Fine,” he mumbled as he wiped at the tears leaking out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Shock had scared him, thankfully he wasn’t hurt.
Derek remembered how the events had transpired for him on this day. Kyle had been knocked off his bike, almost completely run over by that car. He’d broken his wrist as he was thrown to the sidewalk. Derek had caught such hell from his parents for not paying better attention to Kyle, but he never stood a chance at saving Kyle.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Derek told him. “Seriously! My parents would have killed me if he’d gotten hurt. Crap, he just… Seriously thank you man. You should come home with me so my parents can thank you personally,” Derek told him
“Is he okay?” a frantic woman’s voice broke through Derek’s concentration on his brother. She was out of the car and moving toward them. Instinctively Derek moved to put himself between Kyle and the woman.
“He’s fine,” Derek snapped out, barely controlling the rage that threatened to overcome him at seeing Kyle being hit by the car.
The woman tried to step around him but Derek stepped with her, blocking her from getting to either of the boys behind him.
He hadn’t wanted to get involved. He hadn’t. He just wanted to watch Kyle, watch his brother as he liked to remember him, young and innocent before the world went to Hell. He couldn’t get away before the Reeses came running out of their house and down the street. Derek backed away as both of his parents collapsed to their knees on either side of Kyle. They both were talking a mile a minute, hands carefully running over Kyle’s small form to make sure he was okay.
It took awhile, and many reassurances from Kyle that he was okay before they stood back up and turned their attention on Derek. He was stupid, he realized as he felt the weight of his parents’ gazes fall on him. He’d all the time in the world to disappear, to remove himself from this situation, so he didn’t further his involvement with the Reese family. But he hadn’t moved.
“He saved me,” Kyle mumbled and pointed a finger in Derek’s direction. The breath caught in Derek’s throat as both of his parents’ gazes focused on him.
“Is that true?” his father asked as he rose from his crouch at Kyle’s side.
“Yes, sir,” he quickly answered.
“What your name?”
The question gave him a moment’s pause. “John,” he lied as he fought hard to keep his real name from escaping.
“Thank you, John. I’m so thankful you were here when you were,” he thanked Derek, offered him a wide sincere smile.
“It was no problem,” he answered, becoming uneasy with the whole situation.
“I don’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been here,” his mother added, clearly unnerved.
“Best not to,” he answered.
His father opened his mouth to say something but Derek cut him off. “I really need to run,” he explained and moved around them back in the direction he’d come from, back toward his truck.
His parents looked like they wanted to argue, to convince him to stay and repay him for saving their son’s life, but they relented with a silent nod and relieved smiles. “Thank you again,” his father said.
“You’re welcome,” Derek answered and turned his back on his family and began to jog away. It was difficult but he forced himself not to look back.
AUTHOR: Demona aka
azraelz_angelFANDOM: Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: He’d failed Kyle before, he’d be damned if he did it again.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles belong to Fox, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
WRITTEN FOR:
picfor1000BETA:
satyrnfive & avamclean My image/inspiration for this fic was based on this picture:
Dates held no meaning in the future. There was one date - Judgment Day - and from there it was just a matter of surviving, living from one day, one moment to the next. So Derek wasn’t thinking anything of the day when he took his daily jog that purposely passed by the Reese residence and circled the local park. It was temping fate, but he couldn’t stop keeping an eye on Kyle and his younger self. He had failed to keep Kyle safe in his time and he’d be damned if it happened in this one.
He had just turned the corner onto the street where the Reese family resided when he saw Derek and Kyle biking back from the park. His younger self was riding in the street and Kyle was on his little red bicycle on the sidewalk. Their parents had never liked Kyle to ride in the street, had always been afraid something would happen to him.
Derek jogged forward, toward the boys. They’d seen him enough to assume he lived around the neighborhood. It broke his heart every time little Kyle smiled at him. It reminded him why he’d been sent back, to save all this.
He saw the car backing out of the driveway, not slowing down as they came to the sidewalk. They were backing up too fast, there was no way they saw Kyle, or could stop in time if they did. Derek sprinted forward, pushing hard as fear pushed adrenaline through his veins. He couldn’t watch his brother get killed. Not here, not now.
He made it just as the car made contact with the front wheel of the bicycle. His presence in the car’s rear view caused the driver to slam on the brakes, but it was already too late. He ripped Kyle off the bike, his momentum carrying them forward and out of the path of danger.
The bicycle crunched as the rear of the car settled over it as it came to a jerking halt.
Derek stared down at the crushed bicycle, frame mangled and broken, the red paint cracked and chipped off, and the tires flat and slack against the sidewalk. After a moment, Derek carefully set Kyle back on his feet, keeping a steadying hand on him.
“Crap!” young Derek swore as he raced up to Kyle’s side. He grabbed Kyle’s arms, frantically surveying him for damage. “Are you okay, Kyle?” he asked.
“Fine,” he mumbled as he wiped at the tears leaking out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Shock had scared him, thankfully he wasn’t hurt.
Derek remembered how the events had transpired for him on this day. Kyle had been knocked off his bike, almost completely run over by that car. He’d broken his wrist as he was thrown to the sidewalk. Derek had caught such hell from his parents for not paying better attention to Kyle, but he never stood a chance at saving Kyle.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Derek told him. “Seriously! My parents would have killed me if he’d gotten hurt. Crap, he just… Seriously thank you man. You should come home with me so my parents can thank you personally,” Derek told him
“Is he okay?” a frantic woman’s voice broke through Derek’s concentration on his brother. She was out of the car and moving toward them. Instinctively Derek moved to put himself between Kyle and the woman.
“He’s fine,” Derek snapped out, barely controlling the rage that threatened to overcome him at seeing Kyle being hit by the car.
The woman tried to step around him but Derek stepped with her, blocking her from getting to either of the boys behind him.
He hadn’t wanted to get involved. He hadn’t. He just wanted to watch Kyle, watch his brother as he liked to remember him, young and innocent before the world went to Hell. He couldn’t get away before the Reeses came running out of their house and down the street. Derek backed away as both of his parents collapsed to their knees on either side of Kyle. They both were talking a mile a minute, hands carefully running over Kyle’s small form to make sure he was okay.
It took awhile, and many reassurances from Kyle that he was okay before they stood back up and turned their attention on Derek. He was stupid, he realized as he felt the weight of his parents’ gazes fall on him. He’d all the time in the world to disappear, to remove himself from this situation, so he didn’t further his involvement with the Reese family. But he hadn’t moved.
“He saved me,” Kyle mumbled and pointed a finger in Derek’s direction. The breath caught in Derek’s throat as both of his parents’ gazes focused on him.
“Is that true?” his father asked as he rose from his crouch at Kyle’s side.
“Yes, sir,” he quickly answered.
“What your name?”
The question gave him a moment’s pause. “John,” he lied as he fought hard to keep his real name from escaping.
“Thank you, John. I’m so thankful you were here when you were,” he thanked Derek, offered him a wide sincere smile.
“It was no problem,” he answered, becoming uneasy with the whole situation.
“I don’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been here,” his mother added, clearly unnerved.
“Best not to,” he answered.
His father opened his mouth to say something but Derek cut him off. “I really need to run,” he explained and moved around them back in the direction he’d come from, back toward his truck.
His parents looked like they wanted to argue, to convince him to stay and repay him for saving their son’s life, but they relented with a silent nod and relieved smiles. “Thank you again,” his father said.
“You’re welcome,” Derek answered and turned his back on his family and began to jog away. It was difficult but he forced himself not to look back.