Chapter Name: Spencer.
Notes: Thanks to my two reviewers, Snapplelinz and pink-strawberry-lemonade. This story is in Sam's POV.
So that was my life before.
My family. My friends.
Before Judgment Day.
I learned that name weeks later.
J-Day was what we'd come to call it in the decades to come. You probably know all about that though.
It was the day the metal attacked.
They used our own weapons, turned against us. They were our own weapons.
A billion people, incinerated in seconds. A world-wide nuclear strike, SKYNET had attained self-awareness, then blew us all away. The suits, the Generals, the President, had all hailed it as a miracle of defence.
It should've secured the future for us all. No human error, no mistakes. Freddie made a joke about hopefully having taught the computer that the only winning move was not to play. I punched him in the gut for being such a god-damned nerd.
I didn't die on J-Day. Neither did Freddie, Gibby, Spencer, everyone in Seattle survived the missile attack.
Seattle didn't get hit. No-one knows why, maybe the metal wanted to control the submarine base and not to destroy it.
People called it a miracle.
Maybe in some other time line it was different. I've lived long enough now to know that this isn't how it was meant to happen. Maybe we died without even knowing. Maybe in another it didn't even happen. Maybe we'd all still be alive.
People are stupid. Always have been.
Sometimes I think.. I know that it would've been better if we all died in the nuclear holocaust.
Quick. Easy. Painless. That's the way to go kids.
Spencer died first.
Well. That could be a lie. Wouldn't be the first time I have.
Mrs. Benson was at the hospital. After the attack, when the looting and rioting started, she stayed on duty. During a panicked phone call telling Freddie to stay with Carly and Spencer, the line clicked cut out.
That was the last anyone heard from her.
The lines went dead.
That happened to a lot of people.
Spencer died in the days after the attack. People just presumed it was the Chinese, or the Russians. None of the TV stations or radio stations survived long enough to tell us otherwise. We heard rumors though. Maybe the Koreans.
There was looting. All over the city, gangs of people stealing anything they could get their hands on.
The water stopped flowing. Spencer took charge, decided to head out. Freddie offered to come with, but Spencer decided it was too dangerous.
It was.
But not for the reason he thought.
I saw a crowd of people running, a mad stampede, down the street in front of the building. Dozens and dozens of people. Trampling, yelling, screaming. I saw parents separated from children. The mob ran on, heedless of the people lying broken on the floor. The head of one was twisted around, his neck bent unnaturally.
Spencer peered out from behind the door of the shop he was searching. He probably heard the screaming. After walking carefully out onto the roadway, checked each person lying on the ground.
Then I saw it. A dark grey bird-like shape, red glowing 'eyes' out in front. Weapons hung from the wings, as it hovered off the ground. I'd never seen anything like it in my life. I'd come to know that shape and what it signified.
Death.
Spencer spun on his heel, standing up beside the dead body of a girl that could not have been more than eight years old.
He panicked. If he had stood still it might have flown away and left him unharmed. If he had done anything but run. If he had went flat on the ground. If...
Instead Spencer ran. He got all of two steps before the drone fired at him. The crack of the machine gun reverberated all the way up to the roof, then I heard the sickening thud of the bullets striking.
I forced myself to open my eyes, to make sure.
I was sure.
I watched the drone drift away. At the end of the street I noticed a small group of men hiding behind parked cars armed with whatever they could find I guess. Shotguns, assault rifles, some pistols and even a rocket launcher. The drone glided into a cross-street, the men took aim. Sparks shot off the gleaming metal as they poured fire onto it. The drone turned, the weaponry slamming into one after another.
With the drone distracted, the man with the rocket stepped out from his cover, took a knee and fired.
The rocket belched flame, twisted and skewed away, slamming into a building that I couldn't see.
He discarded the launcher, and pulled out a machine gun, belt fed. He stood up, gun in hand, with the other feeding the ammo and just fired until the bullets ran out.
The man hit what we came to learn was a weak point. There was an explosion, thick black smoke billowed out of the drone. It spiraled out of control and out of my view.
I heard the crash though. That was one of the few pieces of metal assigned to guarding Kitsap. The base was too important, too valuable to be left to just the machines.
Then the men were gone.
I stood there watching the street.
The emergency services were still semi-functional, and I watched what I could only describe as a disposal crew drive into the street, and loaded Spencer up into a truck. They grabbed him by the leg and shoulder, and flung him up like a ragdoll. I broke down, curling up into a ball with the edge of the roof to my back for what must have been hours.
I hope you guys watching never have to see someone you love being treated like that. It's fucks with your head.
Carly found me. Asked me why I was crying. She asked me if she heard the noises.. that Freddie thought it was gunfire.
I told her Spencer was dead. Shot. Carly refused to believe me. Freddie took one look over the edge then retreated back towards the door. Maybe all those video games he played made him understand or desensitized him.
Carly then peered over.
The street was slick with blood.
Carly ran.
Freddie caught her. There was only three places to run. The fire escape. The door back inside. And over the edge. Carly wasn't fast enough to get to the fire escape before him. She struggled, yelling about how he must be down there and that I was wrong, swearing, hitting Freddie and telling him to let her go. He wouldn't.
She cried for two days straight.
I cried whenever I wasn't trying to comfort her.
Freddie.. he .. what?
A planning session? With Connor? He thinks every next battle will end the war. Now? Aight, turn that shit off and let's go, you heard the man.
Later dorks.
Notes: I changed it from a 'crossover' to a regular one. No real point, except that it's not so much a 'crossover' as a 'au' and probably more suited to the iCarly section in any case.