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Sarah Connor ([personal profile] knowthyexits) wrote2010-10-14 04:49 pm
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Timeloop Thread #1

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?"

[identity profile] rewarded-by-god.livejournal.com 2010-11-16 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I suppose you didn't," he conceded, watching her with open wariness. It felt a bit like meeting a stranger with the face of an old friend. Though, in reality, he supposed they'd never known each other that well.

[identity profile] rewarded-by-god.livejournal.com 2010-11-24 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm a scientist. I'm not a frakking... soldier. I have quite a bit of experience in not getting myself shot, and if it comes down to it, I have a general knowledge of firearms. Enough not to shoot off my own foot. Does that answer your question?" he asked, a thread of exasperation tinging his voice. Was he resourceful? Gaius Baltar was a rat in the bowels of a ship. He survived, through the harshest of conditions, through pure luck and a willingness to throw all integrity out the window.

[identity profile] rewarded-by-god.livejournal.com 2010-11-30 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, now that you've gone and explained it all as if I were a five year old, the whole situation makes perfect sense," he said, bitingly cheerful and following along behind her with a barely hidden roll of his eyes. He understood the gravity of the situation, of course, but it wasn't beyond him to be a bit immature when the occasion called for it.

A very bad man, indeed.