Stolen Moments
By Bethe
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Author's Note: This is my first stab at Terminator fic, so please be gentle. :D The idea for this fic/series came from watching the first film and wondering what Reese was thinking when he was holding Sarah in his arms. I don't know how far this will go, but I'm hoping that you will enjoy it. --Bethe
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own the Terminator. I don't even possess a fraction of Jim Cameron's genius to be brazen enough to attempt to claim it. I'm merely toying with it for my pleasure.
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Faint echoes of gunshots drifted from Reese's memory and brought him back to a state of awareness. Feeling the weight in his arms, he looked down to find her, still asleep. He briefly closed his eyes as he came to the realization that he had yearned for this moment for as long as he could remember. In that moment, he wasn't a freedom fighter, battling for survival. No, instead he was a man who held his first love.
It seemed perversely appealing to him that he was in love with his commanding officer's mother. For years Reese, like all the rest, had come to idolize the legendary Sarah Connor. But he took it one step further. He was infatuated by the woman. Her history alone made even the experienced soldier bow his head in reverence. But there was more to her than that, and he hadn't fully understood it until just now.
Before time and circumstances had callused her exterior into a warrior, she was an innocent. Naïve and wholesome, Sarah Connor was the 'all-American girl'. And she was delicate. God, she was delicate. Even after being on the run for hours, she still smelled of lilac.
Unable to stop himself, Reese took his hand and gently brushed it through her hair. It was soft against his rough fingers, and it felt good. Too good. He instantly remembered his own time and couldn't help thinking that he didn't belong there. Even with her in his arms, even though it felt so right, he was wrong for her world. He couldn't let himself become too attached. Though a part of him said that it was too late, he began to assume the persona of de-humanized soldier once more.
At that moment, Sarah awoke and jumped in his arms. A faint trace of lilac made its way up to his nose. With one more breath, all emotions were pushed away, and it was business as usual.
By Bethe
~*~
Author's Note: This is my first stab at Terminator fic, so please be gentle. :D The idea for this fic/series came from watching the first film and wondering what Reese was thinking when he was holding Sarah in his arms. I don't know how far this will go, but I'm hoping that you will enjoy it. --Bethe
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own the Terminator. I don't even possess a fraction of Jim Cameron's genius to be brazen enough to attempt to claim it. I'm merely toying with it for my pleasure.
~*~
Faint echoes of gunshots drifted from Reese's memory and brought him back to a state of awareness. Feeling the weight in his arms, he looked down to find her, still asleep. He briefly closed his eyes as he came to the realization that he had yearned for this moment for as long as he could remember. In that moment, he wasn't a freedom fighter, battling for survival. No, instead he was a man who held his first love.
It seemed perversely appealing to him that he was in love with his commanding officer's mother. For years Reese, like all the rest, had come to idolize the legendary Sarah Connor. But he took it one step further. He was infatuated by the woman. Her history alone made even the experienced soldier bow his head in reverence. But there was more to her than that, and he hadn't fully understood it until just now.
Before time and circumstances had callused her exterior into a warrior, she was an innocent. Naïve and wholesome, Sarah Connor was the 'all-American girl'. And she was delicate. God, she was delicate. Even after being on the run for hours, she still smelled of lilac.
Unable to stop himself, Reese took his hand and gently brushed it through her hair. It was soft against his rough fingers, and it felt good. Too good. He instantly remembered his own time and couldn't help thinking that he didn't belong there. Even with her in his arms, even though it felt so right, he was wrong for her world. He couldn't let himself become too attached. Though a part of him said that it was too late, he began to assume the persona of de-humanized soldier once more.
At that moment, Sarah awoke and jumped in his arms. A faint trace of lilac made its way up to his nose. With one more breath, all emotions were pushed away, and it was business as usual.
