There, in the neon glow of the club's lights, Sarah had looked back at Kyle in terror. She did not understand what was happening and what must be done. The infiltrator had risen and, in her eyes, it was not a miracle or moment of reflection for such a possibility. Instead, it was an abomination. As the man stood and shook off the shattered glass, Sarah's disbelief wavered and Kyle witnessed the fighter —the legend inherent itself in Sarah Connor. Her soft features were there despite the danger she was facing. He knew that face. Kyle reached and gestured for her to follow. She must live, he thought relentlessly. She took his hand as if to agree. The moment her touch was real, Kyle realized that his choice was no mistake. Sarah chose and accepted him. Together, they fled from the unyielding killer only to chase down and meet their fate.
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Originally posted on LJ: http://community.livejournal.com/d_or_c/12448.html?thread=22688
Author's Chapter Notes: Ficlet(+) Word count: 151 Written for an LJ Drabble-A-Thon. The prompt was 'Sarah/Kyle, realize' Disclaimer: Characters and other likely inventive scenarios based on the world created by James Cameron and William Wisher Jr. |