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Sarah Connor ([personal profile] knowthyexits) wrote2011-07-26 10:45 pm
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It's difficult to avoid the clinic when she has a doctor at her disposal and she needs to verify that her treatment hasn't gone on a collision course to nowhere. She's made her appointment and is now hovering around the clinic as she waits for Rory to get in, her head bent low. She's treated her wrist by herself, patched up the wounds as best as she can, but it's not her physical being that she's concerned about.

An entire restaurant's worth of people heard her being called Sarah Connor.

There's not much wiggle room when it comes to escaping that accusation. She might as well abandon her alias, at this point, because her worst fears have come to pass and there's nowhere that she can run. She could go to the second island, but she needs to treat the cancer and it's difficult to do that, there. It's terrifying, but there's a chance that Sarah may need to suck it up, face her fears, and simply live as the woman she actually is.

She adjusts her hold on her forearm, deciding to leave that particularly delightful existential crisis for later, when she's not waiting for the ramifications of the attack to come falling down around her ears.

[identity profile] grabmyballs.livejournal.com 2011-07-30 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know, I never thought about that. Guess it's lucky I just happened to walk by this clinic." He's not going to jump on the comment about murder. The thing had it in for Sarah, no doubt about it, but while Cook would be interested in the details, provided they're interesting, they're not the main point. Something tried to kill Sarah and it's dead now. That matters; it's over.

"And maybe I need a check-up more than you think," he continues, tugging his brows together in a frown. "Since.. I don't remember you fucking me up. Big ugly son of a bitch with red eyes, that's what I remember."

[identity profile] grabmyballs.livejournal.com 2011-07-30 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The frown remains as he shakes his head slowly. He makes a soft tsking noise in the corner of his mouth. "No, see, now I know you need your head checked, too," Cook replies.

"You said it: If I had stood aside." He stops the slow shake of his head, staring down Sarah if she won't lift her gaze to his. "I'm Cook. I don't ever stand aside."
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[personal profile] little_moons 2011-07-31 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"What the hell was it?"

Because it wasn't a man, I know that much. It might've looked like one, but from everything I've heard, it was anything but.

[identity profile] grabmyballs.livejournal.com 2011-07-31 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Hasn't done yet." The cockiness in the statement could be feigned or genuine stupidity, but Cook bears it proudly either way, his smile just as sure as his words.

"And what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger, right? Keep this up, I'll be a fucking beast one day. Won't that be something."

[identity profile] grabmyballs.livejournal.com 2011-07-31 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Whether fake or real, Cook's smiles are destined to be short-lived. This one hardens and cracks on his face, a cold remnant of what it had been. He doesn't need to be lectured, not by her, not by anyone. It's not like she actually gives a damn, is it?

"You could just try thanks," he suggests coolly. "I help save your life. Rather than the guilt bullshit and your kind fucking words as to my intelligence, you could try thanks."
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[personal profile] dichotomos 2011-08-01 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
That Sarah could walk at all was more critical to me at that moment than that she'd put aside her stubbornness long enough to seek treatment for whatever that thing had done to her. I didn't move from the doorway, but my eyes swept critically from her head to toes to assess what I could.

"Remind me to give you a cookie later."
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[personal profile] boy_who_waited 2011-08-02 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
His brow crinkles in a confused frown. She has said just enough for a dozen different theories to blossom and too little for any of them to be knocked away. There's a mild spin of thoughts inside his brain that he pushes aside in his desire for the truth.

It would be easiest if she just told him what was going on, but Rory had better bedside manner than that. Sometimes patients have their own way of telling you things. Playing along was a kind of listening. "Alright," he says with a single nod and moves to shut the door so that they have a little privacy. "Show me?"
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[personal profile] little_moons 2011-08-03 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Why the fuck is somethin' like that after you?" I ask, 'cause... Well, she's not just a waitress, that much is obvious, but I can't think of a single fuckin' thing about her that'd draw an enemy like that.

[identity profile] grabmyballs.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
It's not a flinch. It's not and that's the truth and he'll swear it to his last fucking breath. But when Sarah mentions people who love him, Cook looks away sharply. His lips press together, rub together to stop himself from speaking too soon.

People who love him. What bullshit. But he doesn't want the fucking pity parade and there's a chance, with the way Sarah's talking right now, he just might get it if he's not careful. Not that Cook's ever been that careful.

"I already am," Cook says, but it's hard to get the words out. They feel false, rough, awkward in his mouth, even though in his head and his heart he can feel some weight of truth to them. Paddy, Keith, Naomi, JJ. They loved him, probably, maybe, some of the time, but love is such a big fucking word that Cook can't place it on them. The point is, they're home. They're not here. Freddie and Effy are here, but fuck knows what that means for Cook on any given day. The dust hasn't settled yet.

"It's my life," he says, turning his gaze back to Sarah, hardened now and ready for what he's going to say. "My choice. Don't presume to take ownership and responsibility for what's not yours."

[identity profile] grabmyballs.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," he says with a slight nod. "And now I choose to get this taken care of." Cook nods to his shoulder as he takes a strolling step towards the open clinic door. This conversation's gotten too deep for Cook. His life already tumultuous again, he cannot abide any slight shake of the status quo that he is not in charge of. "See you 'round."
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[personal profile] dichotomos 2011-08-04 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Not all day, no," I replied with a sardonic smirk, and made it a point to then slouch against the door frame as if staying there had been what I'd intended all along.

"What do the doctors have to say?"
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[personal profile] boy_who_waited 2011-08-05 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Good doctors -- good medical professionals -- Rory has learned over time -- are not the ones who don't let things affect them. Rory figures you have to be affected, concerned, otherwise you're not doing your job. The job isn't just to heal, it's to make things better.

But the thing is: Pity rarely makes things better. So when he does look at Sarah's scars, he doesn't let the way they hurt him show on his face. He can't fix these scars, or the deeper ones, with medicine. "How'd you get these?" he asks.
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[personal profile] dichotomos 2011-08-06 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Instinct told me to step back as Sarah moved closer, but stubbornness told me to stay put. As could be expected, I didn't move. I thrust my hands into the pockets of my jeans as a preemptive measure.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, and the words nearly stuck in my throat. She wasn't okay. Might never be okay again, and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.

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