Timeloop Thread #1

[knowthyexits]

Out of all the things she's ever expected of her life, being torn away from a surgical table and brought to an Island isn't one of them. Another thing she doesn't expect is to close her eyes in sleep one day and wake up in a familiar alleyway with a gun in her hands and John being held hostage.

It all goes the same, it all progresses exactly the same. Derek is there and the child is whimpering and then the man pretending to be Sarkissian is shot and John is in her arms. It's different, though, it's different because she hasn't seen John in too long and she remembers the last time they were separated this long.

She won't let go, she refuses, even when out of the corner of her eye she sees faces that, by all rights, shouldn't be there. "John," she says, holding him closer than before. "John, I love you," she says like it's a command, like he needs to respond. "Are you okay?"

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[rewarded-by-god.livejournal.com]

He was dreaming.

Standing in an alley with no recollection how he'd come to be there, no recollection of the events leading up to this moment, only a blank space in his mind and a vague memory of collapsing into bed the night before. He was dreaming, but they felt like memories. Memories that weren't his own.

There was a gun in her hand and a boy he didn't know, a boy she was talking to, holding like a son, and Gaius frowned. Murmured, "Well, this is odd."

[defected.livejournal.com]

His first instinct was to fight, to attack. Bryce remembered all to well the last time he had found himself in unfamiliar territory like this. He was unprepared then, caught off guard, but this time was different. This time, he was prepared to defend himself, to fight back.

The problem was, he couldn't tell what he was supposed to be fighting against. There was no immediate threat, no bomb at the brink of detonation, no firm hand on his shoulder, no sudden sensation of cool metal to the back of his neck. There was no threat, and that wasn't something to which he could react. For the first few moments, he stood, helpless, staring down that alley. He was, for an instant, almost lost… and then he saw it. Something or someone down there was moving, and he rushed toward it as fast as his legs would let him. It wasn't until he slowed to a stop that he caught sight of her face, of the boy's, but most of all, of the gun. He had always known she was dangerous, but it wasn't until know that she presented any real threat.

"Sarah?" He called, relieved to find that his voice maintained that air of calmness which he had hoped. He inched toward her slowly, carefully, hoping to close in on her should the need to disarm her arise.