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Author: Sahlinrob
Rated: M - English - Sci-Fi/Romance - Reviews: 8 - Published: 08-28-09 - Updated: 11-14-09
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A/N:
1. In the actual series, we never did get much information on the character Allison Young. In the AFPD we learn that John Connor had chosen her for something but that's all. The popular idea that she had any sort of relationship with him is just speculation. Not much is known of her personality or role in the resistance.
In light of this I will present a rather new take on the character, but will also try to keep her in tune with what we actually do know about her. Also, the notion that she had some sort or romantic relationship with John, I have always had a hard time with, if for no other reason, the tremendous age difference that would exist between them. In the original (future John's) time line, he would be in his forties while she would still be in her teens.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters related to TSCC or are they my creation. This work is strictly amature (obviously) and I recieve no compersation of any kind.
The Story of a Life
Chapter 1: Wolf Girl
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Mar. 12, 2026
Furnace Creek
Death Valley, Ca.
1630 Hrs.
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It had been a long day...a long almost five weeks actually, she thought to herself as she kicked her boots off and plopped down on the old dilapidated bench, at the abandoned visitors center. "Ya, but not near long enough"... she whispered to her self, half thinking out loud, as she stood up and streached.
Shedding the rest of her gear and weapons she walked slowly, with a hint of stiffness, to a little stone fountain. It voiced a restful soothing sound, as little rivulets of real natural clear clean water, worked their way down little rock faces and outcroppings, to tinkle into the pebble filled basin at it's base. With an occasional soft gurgle, they would exit, through a clay grate down into the earth, back to the aquifer and seep back, starting the cycle anew.
Squatting down to rest on her haunches, like some primitive aborigine, barefooted and striped down to a pair of baggy desert camo trousers and sweat soaked like patterned tee shirt, she cupped her hands, while plunging them into the clear natural elixir. Little wet trails worked their way down her dust covered face and down her neck, as she closed her eyes pouring handfuls of water over her tilted back forehead. She continued with her little ritual, until her tee shirt was soaked and clung tightly to her petit but perfectly formed breasts, till her long dusty, slightly sun bleached, auburn hair hung straight down about her shoulders, in stiff darkened little spikes.
Smoothly in a single fluid motion, she arose bringing her right hand to her brow. As if saluting some unseen superior officer and squinting her eyes slightly, she gazed out across the dimming desert landscape. "What in the hell is taking them so long? it's getting late" she thought to herself, with a slight show of concern coming over her child like facial features, but she quickly put her concern to rest, as she knew they knew what they were doing, were very good at what they did and had never let her down. "They'll be back soon enough...,,stop with the worries..enjoy this while you can..in thirty six hours we'll be back in LA..back to the 'real' world...back to hell", she slightly mouthed the thoughts, as she shook the remaining water from her shoulder length, light brown hair and shot her arms out, moving them in a few quick wide sweeping circles, before turning back toward the little spring.
This was her element, her little piece of heaven...home. Away from the foul dingy confines of the underground bunkers and tunnels, back in LA that Tech Com called home. Away from the pungent aroma of concentrated humanity, away from the despair, away from the stench of death, away from reality,... away from John Connor. A little place somehow spared from the ravages of war, that still boasted over two hundred days a year of clear skies, where desert wildlife and vegetation still flourished, where the main "bill of fare" of rats, cockroaches and garbage was replaced by chuckwalla, collard lizard, jackrabbit and if you were lucky, at times, mule deer. A place thought to be so insignificant, so useless that it was forgotten and overlooked by both human and metal alike, a little sunken island of sanity, in a world gone mad.
Special Operations and Recon 1st. lieutenant Allison Young, squatted back down before the water filled rock basin, again cupping her delicate yet calloused hands to drink deeply, of the life restoring liquid. She savored it's sweet yet tangy mineral flavor, as it soothed her swelling tongue.
She remembered back to a previous mission, where they found themselves at this same spot, to quench their thirst. A young private, under her command, had voiced his concerns that stalactites and stalagmites might begin to form in his belly, if forced to drink this, as he put it, "water of Hell." Her recollection of the murky fluid that passed as water, back at base, originating from God only knew where, seeping through God only knew what, resulted in her quick cutting recommendation to the fresh recruit, that perhaps if he could get one of his buddies to piss in his canteen, it might bring it up to his standards.
Allison Young had always said it exactly as she saw it and had never gave a rat's ass how it might affect moral, up to and including her personal opinion of the of the "illustrious" General "JC" Connor."You make your own moral" was her staunch credo.
Her unrelenting insubordination and rebellious nature, coupled with her general abrasive personality, had landed her in "hot water" with the Tech Com high command, on more than one occasion. It had earned her such endearing nick names as "razor tounge," "queen bitch of the universe," "the she wolf" and "wolf girl." The latter she actually liked, as she considered wolves to be one of the most noble creatures to ever exist and a complement to be considered as their equal.
What dark tortured demon resided behind that angelic face, was the question on the minds of most of the male members of Tech Com. "She most definitely has issues," was the general consensus and if she could simply manage to "chill out," for just a moment, they could most likely be remedied by a good solid "roll in the hay."
There was , however, but one man she could even remotely consider on that subject. A young resistance fighter, at a time long before Tech Com had officially been formed. They had met shortly after her so called "liberation," by the hand of John Connor, from this land that was a part of her soul. Long before Connor had become the self proclaimed God that he was today.
Nothing had really happened between them at the time, but the young man had, at first encounter, become her "Prince Charming." His kind wise, deep eyes and proud self confident, yet un intrusive nature, would transport her away from this hellish excuse for an existence, to some far away dream world. He would be her Arthur and she would be his Guinevere.
For a brief time after that, he had become the center of her existence. Without him her life would be as nothing and not worth the trouble it took to draw breath.
It had happened one day, while she had been demonstrating a few of her fighting techniques to a few resistance members, as she was a master of Savat. An unsuspecting Kyle Reese, had come blindly around a corner on his way to chow, only to be met by Allison's boot flying into his jaw, sending him headlong into a pool of greenish colored water, in a rather undignified semi conscious heap.
On regaining full consciousness, he was met by the sight of two deep brown eyes, hovering over him, set in a totally angelic looking face with thick locks of shoulder length light brown hair, attached to the petite well formed body of a fourteen year old girl, that had just sent him flying through space, in search of the mid parts of the following week.
She had fully expected him to arise in total rage, hurling insults her way as a result of a totally devastated male ego. What happened after that, she never forgot. While she was franticly apologizing and begging his forgiveness, he simply looked up with those kind forgiving eyes. While clenching his now swelling jaw with one hand and extended the other, shaking it open palmed in front of him, he simply said...
... "No, no it wasn't your fault, don't worry about it..I should have been looking at where I was going"...
After helping him back up to his feet and a short exchange of kind words, he asked her if she might like to join him for chow, as a token of no hard feelings and she gladly accepted.
That was about the only time that she could remember, that what passed for food there didn't gag her with every swallow, as she listened to him talk of life, as they shared there earliest childhood experiences. Long after everyone else had finished dinner and little by little filtered out of the mess hall, they talked late into the night.
She told him about how her mother had read her bedtime story's about King Arthur and his knights and found much to her surprise, as he was about five years older, had never heard of him. She related all she could remember, of the tales of Arthur, Merlin, Guinevere, Lancelot and the others, the legend of Excalibur, the Lady of the Lake, all the acts of bravery, chivalry and honor and how she so wished she could have lived back then.
He related to her the world before J-Day, the lazy summer days he and his older brother spent playing baseball together in the park, which as it turned out, was the same park that her parents had taken her to on her third birthday. He told of how proud he was on the day that they got word that his big brother had been accepted for an athletic scholarship, to the University of Southern California and his ambitions to someday play for the Los Angeles Dodgers. She went on about her love for animals and the clean clear air and tranquility of Death Valley. They talked and talked late into the night, till the wee hours of the morning and in all that time not a word was spoken of the war and the horrors it had brought upon the earth, just of pleasant memories of better times.
At about 0400 there little escape from the realities of the present was interrupted by a rather large somewhat tipsy Sergeant and his buddy in search of a cup of coffee. The former let out a loud curse, as he scalded his hand, while attempting to fill a cup with the fresh steaming hot coffee, that Allison had recently started. After he had finished wildly shaking his hand in the air, he glanced over in their direction and stared for a moment, before he finally spoke...
... "Hey Reese!"... he bellowed... "you two still here..a real man would have had her in the rack hours ago"...
... As Kyle shot the Sergeant a somewhat dirty look, the thought that flashed through Allison's head was...
... "Christ! those two baboons are twice his size... they'll kill him"... as she reached across the table placing a hand on his shoulder whilst whispering...
... "let it go..there just drunk..they'll leave soon... this has been a wonder full night... don't let those two jerks spoil it...ok?"...
Kyle relaxed a bit, but his kind green eyes started to take on a steely piercing look, as he kept his gaze fixed on the two apes as if waiting for yet another comment, and it was quickly forthcoming...
... "Ya know,... we heard about the little incident between the two of you earlier today"... and as the Sarge let out a sigh, accompanied by a slight shaking of his head, continued with...
..."Bet she'd be one hell of a ride..especially for a"...and as he glanced over to his snickering companion, proceeded with...
..."Cherry boy"... followed by a chorus of gawffawing laughter...
At that, even Allison's new found tranquility abandoned her, as she started to bolt up out of her chair, but Kyle firmly placed his hand on her shoulder, indicating for her to remain seated, as he briskly arose with that piercing emotionless, beady eyed stare, fixed on "ol Sarge " and his pal. They just stood there "facing off," for what seemed like an eternity, in tense silence, until the big burly Sergeant said...
..."Hey..come on Reese...just havin fun...didn't mean anything ok?...you and your friend there...just have a good night ok?"... and turned to leave when Kyle called out...
..."Hey Sarge!"...
..."Ya...what?"... the Sergeant replied dryly as he turned back to face Kyle...
... "I think you owe Allison here an apology for your comment...that was just a bit much"...Kyle demanded...
Allison again placed her hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to persuade him to stand down, saying in a slight whisper...
... "Kyle...there leaving ..let them go...you don't need to prove anything to me, so just back off ok?"...but Kyle just brushed her hand away, never breaking his "death stare" at his adversary.
Tenseness again filled the room, as the blood vessels on the Sergeant's tattooed arms stood out. His jaw tightened as he clenched his fists, but after another seemingly eternity of death like tenseness, his eyes slowly gazed downward as he mumbled...
... "uhh...sorry...uh...ma'am...we..uh..I was maby a bit out of line..sorry..ok?"...
She could tell that Kyle was about to "request" that he should repeat his statement, a little louder perhaps and with a higher degree of sincerity. With a quick finger to her lips and a slight shake of her head, he this time accepted her advise, as the two bafoons shuffled out of the room.
Allison settled back into her chair with a very audible sigh of relief, as Kyle slowly returned to his seat while keeping his eyes fixed on the doorway, through which the two "gentlemen" had just exited. For a moment they just sat in uncomfortable silence, then Allison finally "broke the ice"...
... "Hey Kyle?"... she softly called out..."something wrong?"...
Kyle just shook his head slightly, as his eyes gazed down at his hands, folded on the table.
..."You know Kyle"...Allison went on in her musical child like voice,... "that was a very brave...very"...and as she lightly placed a hand on top of his and gently lifted his chin with the other..continued with...
..."Noble thing you just did"...
Kyle again just shook his head saying...
..."No...no..we both know that if things would have gotten ugly, you could most likely 'mopped the floor' with the both of them"...
..."And what difference does that make?"... was Allison's response..."if that were not the case, I also think"... and she quickly corrected..."no,..I know you would have done the same thing"...
Kyle slightly nodded in agreement whilst almost inaudibly said...
... "Ya I suppose"...
..."Then what is it?"... and as she thought back to the "cherry boy" comment, she inquired..."It's that"... she paused briefly and swallowed..."Other comment they made isn't it?...the one about you"...
With that, he swallowed hard and started to rise saying...
..." Hey look...Allison..I really enjoyed our talk tonight,...I mean that, I really did, but it's getting late and I need to get some rest..ok?"...
She knew right then she had "hit the nail on the head". It was true that it was getting late, as troops had started filtering in for their morning swill. She was getting a bit too personal and she knew it, but she had finally met a real friend, her only friend and she hoped, maybe in time more. She was not about to let their first meeting end on a sour note. Quickly and very firmly, yet gently, she grabbed hold of his wrist and said in a very soft almost pleading voice...
..."No..please...Kyle wait...it's ok alright?...there's no shame in that...it doesn't make you any less of a man. Don't let those two assholes crude remarks get to you...you're by far the better man and we both know it"...
As he finally settled back in his seat, she continued...
..."And actually, in regards to"... ..she paused, took a swallow, blushed slightly, then went on to say..."That other subject... we have a lot in common."...
Kyle suddenly looked up at her, quickly taking in her form, her sweet angelic face, those big brown almost seductive eyes and couldn't believe what she was implying. She was only fourteen, but still, in that day and age with humanity on the verge of extinction, where procreation was considered to be one of the keys to survival... a fourteen year old girl a virgin?, and especially with her looks? in a world where an untouched girl at fifteen was almost considered a spinster?..impossible.
She immediately picked up on what he was thinking and continued...
..."No..it's the truth...really"...
Kyle just continued to stare in disbelief and after a short moment of silence, she said with a slight edge starting to form on her voice...
..."Do I have to prov"... but suddenly bit her lip as she saw where this conversation was going.
Kyle suddenly realized that this was becoming just as awkward for her as it had been for him, as she looked down at the table, her face becoming a bright red. He saw her for what she was. The strange girl that had just so recently come to be with them, that had so quickly developed the reputation of a sharp tongued shrew, the tough rebellious and almost demonically possessed little "scraper" that could send a grown man, as he knew all to well, flying through space, by lashing out with a lightning quick well placed fouette kick, most likely the real reason the two thugs had decided to retreat the previous night, was none of those things at all. Underneath all her tough tomboyish bravado, he suddenly saw a very delicate, fragile and lonely scared little girl.
He looked over to Allison, who was still looking down at the table. He reached over, gently pried her clasped hands apart and started massaging her wrists saying...
..."Hey hey..I know..I believe you... you don't have to prove anything to me."...
The one who was so recently doing the comforting and reassuring, was now the one being comforted. As he continued to lightly stroke her wrists, she slowly looked back up to him, she had never felt so at ease, so relaxed as at that moment. His fingers sent little tingles all through her body. As he softly caressed her hands and wrists, a warm soothing sensation started to build deep inside her, a sensation she had never felt before. It was a little scary while at the same time extremely pleasant. While these feelings were totally new to her, she knew exactly what it was and what she wanted. She gazed into his eyes and in a soft voice said...
..." No,... I don't have to prove it, to you or anybody else...but"... she bit her lip again, but this time remained staring into his eyes and before she realized she had said it, in a even softer voice, just barely over a slight breath, a thought thought out loud she continued...
..."I'd like to"...
Her soft words hit Kyle like a ton of bricks, as he realized what she had just implied. While he was shocked, as he looked into her deep brown misty eyes, so full of sincerity, so innocent, he also knew there was nothing, at that point in time, that he could have wanted more. The thought of how a girl of her looks, fourteen years old or not, had managed to preserve her virtue in this new savage world, filled him with awe and admiration. How she was totally willing to give up said virtue to him, of all people, did tenfold to restoring his ego, over the damage she had done to it, when they had first "ran into" each other.
The idea of him taking her up on her so obvious offer, as appealing as it was at the time, made him feel like some kind of vile defiler, as he figured there would be a high probability, regardless of how they felt at the moment, of this becoming just a passing affair, maybe even just a one night "roll in the hay"...that he wouldn't allow... not with her, she was so... special.
With much regret he replied back, as he grasped her hands a bit more firmly and said...
..."Let's just see where this goes from here, it's not that I don't...I mean"... As he stumbled around for words, she gently cut in saying simply...
..."I know...I know...you don't need to explain"...as a new little smile came over her face. He knew, that she did in fact know.
"I'd like to" ...while she meant every soft little word of it, she somehow felt a little cheap. His response, while at very first did disappoint, it also gave her a sense of relief.
She would have enjoyed every second if he had "taken her up" on the offer, never would have regretted it, never have thought ill of him for it, but his response only seemed to enhance the way she felt about him.
Earlier that night he had bravely defended her honor and now he had defended her virtue, even from herself, just like in the days of King Arthur, back when men were real men, when men were like... Kyle Reese. She now knew that he was the one, he was her Arthur and someday, maybe not today...maybe not next week, but someday she would be his Guinevere,...she hoped.
As they left the now crowded mess hall, there was no hand holding or arms tangled around each other. They just walked out, her with her hands clasped behind her back, him with his hands stuffed in his pockets, as they strolled side by side and every once in awhile, slightly jostled one against the another, exchanging a slight coy little smile.
Upon reaching the main tunnel, Kyle turned to her and said...
..."You know what I think is about the best thing that's happened to me, for about as long as I can remember?"...
A little sparkle came to her eyes, as she waited in anticipation of what she hoped she was about to hear and coyly asked...
..."yes?"...
..."when you laid me out cold the other day"...he replied with a serious look on his face, as he crossed his arms.
The little sparkle dimmed, as a look of shocked bewilderment took it's place, but it quickly returned along with a big beaming smile, as she noticed him fighting to hold back the laughter. After they had there little laugh, he went on to explain...
..."No..seriously it was, if not for that little 'unfortunate episode' I would never really got to know you, we would not have spent the whole night together like we did"...
She looked down to her boots for just a second then back up to him, with a slightly more serious look on her face asking"...
..."Do you really mean that?... I mean really mean that"...
He just gave her a serious calm look and replied...
..."ya...I really do"...
They clasped their hands together and just stared into each others eyes before, slowly and reluctantly, they started to back away from each other, hands still clasped, swinging slightly to and fro, as they exchanged a few last words. Allison led out with...
... "So...see ya again?"...
..."Could happen"...Kyle replied very noncommittally
..."When?"...She further inquired.
..."Well..it's hard to say"...He again replied without any real committment.
..."Well... soon?"...She inquired hopefully, with raised eybrows and widening smile.
..."Maybe, but well... you never know"...He answered back, while looking to the floor momentarily.
..."Well... would ya like to?"...She came back smartly, with a smile and a brisk shake of their hands, but with a hint of exasperation sneaking into her voice.
Kyle thought for a moment, of course he wanted to, but he was a soldier going out on duty. It would only be a routine patrol and the fighting had not been that severe lately, but still shit happens. Looking at the young girl standing before him, so full of joy and anxiously awaiting his answer. He wanted to make a commitment, but life was so uncertain anymore. The future couldn't be foreseen nor could it be controlled, what would happen would happen.
..."Oh ya! ..of course I would"...He quickly assured her, then expalined solemnly..."but..who knows what can happen"...
Allison, sensing Kyle's uncertainty about the future, explained...
..."Well Kyle that's true, nobody can foresee the future, but it's not set. were not predestined. If you want something to happen you have to try to make it happen...Besides"...she continued on..."If you have a goal to shoot for, it might just give you enough incentive to try harder and all we can do is try."...
Kyle thought for a moment. He knew in his heart she was right, but still he had lost so many friends in this war and couldn't help thinking that, if you're number was called, there wasn't much you could do about it. So he replied, as reasuring as he could, without making an actual commitment...
... "Well.. you're probally right..and I definitly want to see ya again...but we'll just wait and see ok?"...
It wasn't exactly the answer she was wanting to hear, but she knew he'd return and she'd see him again, besides she had made up her mind that she wanted him and sooner or later she'd get him. That was her goal.
She accepted his answer and just answered back with a plesant little smile
..."Ok"...
They continued slowly backing away from each other, until they were forced to let go, fingers gradually slidIing apart. They exchanged a final little smile, then went their separate ways. Kyle turned back and watched, as she walked away down the dark dingy tunnel, her auburn hair slightly bouncing in time to her steps, out of his life as quickly as she had come into it.
He thought for a moment about what she had said,..."the future's not set"...and watched as she started to disappear, into the faceless mass of humanity. She would be gone, perhaps forever, just another plesant memory. He pondered a little more on her words..."Make it happen"...then...
..."Allison!...wait!"...
She turned with her smile still in place. It had never left, because deep inside she knew, she just had "that feeling." Before she could even speak, Kyle shouted out...
... "Five days! ok? five days! I'll be back in five days!"...
..."Where!" she shouted excitedly...
..."Right here!...in five days!"...He replied.
Allison blew him a quick kiss and shouted...
... "And that's! so you don't forget!"... Her face now totaly aglow.
The passer byes were starting to slow down and gradually take an interest in their little shouting conversation, when Kyle shouted...
..."One question!"...
..."What!"...She shouted back
..."Last night you said you were... a"...
Kyle clammed up, when he realize he had forgotten there were in a very crowded public place, at one of the most busy times of the day. He was running a little late, but this was something he still just couldn't imagine about her and his curiosity had to be satisfied. He started to shoulder his way through the rapidly thickening, morning rush hour crowed to reach Allison's position, when she brazenly shouted out the word he had cut short, for him and everybody else to hear...
..."Virgin!"...She supplied, followed by a few cat calls from their forming audience.
Kyle grimaced as she shouted it, with eyes darting around and trying to pull his head down into his coat. He was quickly discovering that this mysterious little girl, he had become so enraptured with, had more that one side to her. But be that as it was, the damage had been done and he was no longer all that concerned, about the crowed surrounding him anyway . All that was on his mind was Allison, so rather than try to fight his way through the mass of humanity, for a private talk, he just shouted back over the crowed...
..."But why?...why was their never anyone?"...
..."Because I hadn't meet you yet!"... She shouted back with a devilish grin, triggering a virtual avalanche of wolf howls, whistles and cat calls, including a slap on the back nearly knocking his wind out and a big meaty "thumbs up," accompanied by a rotten toothy grin, from the Sergeant, they had had the discussion with, the previous night. This time, however, neither one cared in the least, as to them the surrounding crowd was just a hazy background sound, as they just gazed upon each other one last time, before Kyle threw his arm skyward, fingers widly spread and shouted one last time...
... " Five days!.. ok? five days!...right here!"... as he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Allison turned and strode away, arms swinging freely, her permanent death mask scowl replaced by a beaming smile, her sharp tongued snide comments replaced by pleasant "what's ups" and "how ya doin's". The demon possessed banshee from Death Valley was no more. She was Allison Young and for the first time since J-day she was truly happy.
The war didn't exist, Death Valley was behind her and she could care less. The suffering and death that permeated life here didn't exist, because for the first time in her life, Allison Young was in love ... she was Guinevere.
She gazed absently, at her shimmering reflection in the tranquil little pool and recalled the five days following her and Kyle's first meeting. The gloom and bitterness, spawned by a lifetime of tragedy and shattered dreams, had given way to the pure life giving rays of a new beginning. A radiant glow of hope and optimism flowed from her, brightening the lives of all she came in contact with.
The consuming flames of hatred and contempt, poisoning the soul of the insane little tunnel rat, had been doused by the cool soothing waters of hope. Her deep fiery contempt for John Connor, which she never even tried to conceal, gave way to just a very slight dislike.
Sergeant James Mc Cook, the same that Kyle had dismissed from the mess hall nights before, after he came to her and offered a real apology, for his previous behavior, even befriended her. He considered her as an adopted daughter and would watch over her in Kyle's absence, not that she needed it. She became like a lone shining light in the dingy dark tunnels, that were the abode of humanity during it's darkest year of 2022.
Briskly shaking her hands of the remaining beads of water, she stood erect..."but that was long ago...so long ago" ...she thought, as the pleasant memories of a bygone day slowly and reluctantly faded from view. This was the here and now..2026, not 2022. Her little company of four would probably be returning soon and she needed to start preparatios.
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