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singularityderp2011-02-15 10:59 pm
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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
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She wished she didn't have to ask.
It wasn't that she wanted to live this way - paranoid, suspicious, never able to take anyone at face value. She hadn't been born like this, after all. Once, she'd lived a normal life: gone to work, gone to school. Rolled her eyes and shrugged it off, with just a touch of uneasiness, when laughing friends pulled her over and sat her down in front of the news - you're dead, honey.
Not anymore.
She pulled the door open just the tiniest fraction, pistol gripped tight in her other hand, and looked out. York was standing there - or at least, someone who looked like York was. He didn't try to push it open further, just waited, patiently, looking faintly amused. He knew the drill by now.
"It's me, Sarah."
"Any one of them could say that." She opened the door a little further, letting him see the barrel of the gun aimed at him.
"I know." He didn't flinch when he saw it, his eyes just flickering down for a moment and then back to her face.
It was a ritual, by this point. Once upon a time she would never have let anyone get this close, not without being sure - but these new Terminators were different. Just as fast, just as deadly - but more subtle. If this was one of them, it wouldn't kill her, not like this. It would worm its way in first, into her house, into her life, quietly absorbing every one of her weaknesses and vulnerabilities, learning everything it could for the sole purpose of turning on her, using it all against her.
So she had to be sure.
"Are you alive?"
He smiled, still patient, looking a little sad. "I'm not one of them."
"Prove it."
For a moment he looked like he was going to protest, try to reason with her, and then he just sighed, shaking his head slightly.
"John died in Residential Zone 8, the first time," he began. "The last time, it was Zone 14. It's been a month and there's been no sign of him coming back."
"The Terminator went down with him, every time. Fought until he fell to pieces. The last time he came back, he was -" He hesitated, not sure how to continue. "He came back...wrong. Sacrificed himself. He was afraid he'd be a danger to you." York stepped a little closer, looking down to meet her eyes. "The last thing he said to you was -"
"Stop," Sarah whispered, the first word she'd spoken since he began. Her eyes were wide, her face pale, the gun dangling forgotten at her side.
He did, immediately, reaching out to push the door open the rest of the way, stepping forward and bending down to wrap his arms around her. "Let me in, Sarah," he whispered, and she slumped bonelessly against him, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears.