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Discovery - Chapter 8

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Mal and John Henry discuss Time travel and Sarah Connor Realizes she isn't in Kansas (or California) anymore.

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Fan fiction. Done for fun, not profit. I own none of these characters.... I just play with them a little.

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Crossover between Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles and Firefly. A continuation of my previous Fanfic, Rebirth.

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AN: Just to remind people... This is totally AU for T:TSCC and post BDM for Firefly. It also totally ignores the events of the latest Terminator movie because I haven't seen it.

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AN2: Slowly getting back into writing mode...

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Discovery

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Chapter Eight

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Douglas Swaggert shook his head to clear it as his hand shot up to rub his now aching jaw, “Gou tsao de! What the hell did you do that for?”

Sarah suddenly realized she was in the middle of some kind of lab, very naked with two men she didn't know.

Steeling her face. She repeated her first statement, “I'm looking for my son.”

“There are no children here,” Swaggert growled from his position on the floor.

Jenkins held his hands up in surrender upon noticing both how lovely the woman was and how ready she was to resort to violence. Slowly he slipped off his suit coat. Due to his height, he had reckoned that it would adequately cover certain parts of the woman's anatomy.

He took a hesitant step forward holding out the coat, “My name is Isaiah Jenkins... You said your name was Sarah?”

Sarah looked over the man holding out the coat. Soft hands, the cut of his suit while strange was obviously expensive. She immediately pegged him as a businessman.

Sarah nodded once as she took the offered coat, “Sarah Connor.”

Despite being at least partially clothed, Sarah still felt naked without a gun. She flexed her fists.

Swaggert scrambled to his feet and glared. He kept his distance though.

Sarah's keen eyes swept the room. Taking in every detail. Searching for threats. Jenkins immediately assumed she was a soldier of some kind.

“Where the hell am I?” Sarah asked.

“My laboratory,” Swaggert began, “Which you destroyed!”

“Douglas... calm yourself,” Jenkins cautioned, “We have

Comments
Sunday, 30 January 2011 05:35
Interesting.... I like how well you have kept the characters true to their own story lines... You write Sarah well.
Sunday, 30 January 2011 12:02

oh my god, LOVE it, very funny :-) keep it coming :-)
Sunday, 30 January 2011 21:01
I noticed something:

“I experience something similar and my head is metal,” _Hank_ replied with a smile.

Is this right?

I still don't know much about Terminator or the Sarah Connor Chronicles, but this helps catch me up to speed.
Monday, 31 January 2011 02:36
That's right. "Hank" is the former terminator Cromartie/John Henry so having a metal head is right
Monday, 31 January 2011 02:57
Omigosh, I'm stupid, sorry. I got my verses mixed up. I thought this was Jane's Hank. :o

Sorry!
Monday, 31 January 2011 06:08
Nice to know Catherine/Caroline hasn't lost her habit of using high explosives to solve a problem with loose ends, even after 500+ years ;D
Wednesday, 02 February 2011 17:02
Oh, this is getting really interesting. Very nice!

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