A/N - Alternate ending to Earthlings Welcome Here.
The first thing Derek saw when he entered the back door of the house was John sitting in the hallway staring blankly at the wall, jaw clenched. Everything about the pose made Derek tense up and draw the gun nestled at the small of his back. The second thing he noticed was the metal kneeling in the bathroom floor, scrubbing at pinkish stains there. The third thing that came to his attention was the blood coating his nephew's shirt, and it was this revelation that caused Derek to draw the hammer back on the gun for emphasis, for something to do, for something familiar.
"John?"
The boy did not speak.
"John," he repeated, louder this time.
"He has not responded with speech in forty-three minutes and twenty-seven seconds," Cameron interjected.
"What the hell happened?"
"His new friend is dead."
"What?"
"John's new friend slit her wrists in our bathroom. She cut very deep. It was an effective way to self terminate."
A strangled noise tore its way from John's throat and he clenched his eyes shut, hands moving to grip the sides of his head.
"Where is she now?"
"I disposed of the body."
"John isn't hurt?"
"No, John is not hurt."
"Where's Sarah?"
"She has not returned."
Derek sighed, stepping away from John and dialing Sarah's number. No answer. He turned back to view the scene before him once more and sighed, muttering, "I need a drink."