Testify, by svilleficrecs (nc-17)
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het_reccersFandom Category: Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah/Derek
Fic Title: Testify
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
svilleficrecs
Link: http://svilleficrecs.livejournal.com/725594.html
Rating/Warning(s): Sex
Genre: Smut, angst
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Season One fic where Derek finds out that Kyle is John's father, and all the fallout of that. This story explores the tension between Sarah and Derek of S1 perfectly, how they're kinda antagonistic, but they both have the same goals and mindset. Hot, in character, and wonderfully in character. Great exploration of these two, without sugarcoating any of the issues inherent in this pairing.
But then the girl frowns and takes a half step back, gives him an admonishing look.
"What?" He knows he's been reading her signals right. The girl nods nervously in the direction of the back exit and Derek's alert, on his feet in a second, reaching for his gun. Then he sees who it is.
Sarah is in the doorway opposite the other end of bar, arms crossed. She gives him a curt, beckoning nod.
The actress/model asks, "Girlfriend?"
"Sister in law. Don't mind her."
The girl evaluates him, then evaluates Sarah - who is probably still focusing the full power of her 'scary bitch' stare on his new friend. For a moment, he's actually looking forward to a confrontation, but apparently, Tammy has more survival instinct than he gave her credit for. She pats his chest and says, "I'm not in the mood for drama tonight, but it was nice talking to you, Eric." Then she and her short skirt return to the rest of her long-legged pack.
The head of Derek's own pack approaches and he braces for interrogation, but Sarah just looks him up and down and slides onto the barstool beside him without a word.
Derek says, "You're following me now? When did this start?"
Bartender passes and after Sarah orders two shots of Patron and a scotch and soda, she says, "Have a drink with me."
"What are we drinking to?"
She smiles tightly and shakes her head. "Did you think I didn't know it was your brother's birthday, or did you not want to drink with me?" She looks almost hurt, and as she turns to face him her knee presses against his.
Resentment surges inside him. Why is she trying to make him the asshole in all of this? He isn't the asshole here. She's the one who can't even bring herself to tell him who Kyle was to her and John and all of a sudden, he feels like maybe he should be the asshole. "I'm not drinking with you because I wanted to get laid."
She appears to think about it for a long moment, then nods. "Fair enough." The shots come and she lifts hers. "To Kyle Reese."
"To my brother," he says, "And..."
"And a brave soldier." She knocks back her shot.
After he knocks back his, his throat is burning. He looks at Sarah wiping her lips and he wants her to tell him, he deserves that much respect, and because she refuses to give it to him, his anger flares. He doesn't want it to, but it does.
Sarah gives the girl's group - all carefully tanned legs and impractical shoes - a nod. "So she's your type?" Like she's disappointed in and amused by him at the same time. Like they can just move on to the next subject. Like she thinks he's in the mood for teasing.
They drink silently together for a while until he decides, no. She doesn't get to do that. They're *not* friends, that's not what they are to each other. That's not what she--fuck it. He sets down his beer harder than he meant to, sloshes some on his hand. "Actually, it's more that you're my brother's type."
Pairing: Sarah/Derek
Fic Title: Testify
Author:
svilleficrecsLink: http://svilleficrecs.livejournal.com/725594.html
Rating/Warning(s): Sex
Genre: Smut, angst
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Season One fic where Derek finds out that Kyle is John's father, and all the fallout of that. This story explores the tension between Sarah and Derek of S1 perfectly, how they're kinda antagonistic, but they both have the same goals and mindset. Hot, in character, and wonderfully in character. Great exploration of these two, without sugarcoating any of the issues inherent in this pairing.
But then the girl frowns and takes a half step back, gives him an admonishing look.
"What?" He knows he's been reading her signals right. The girl nods nervously in the direction of the back exit and Derek's alert, on his feet in a second, reaching for his gun. Then he sees who it is.
Sarah is in the doorway opposite the other end of bar, arms crossed. She gives him a curt, beckoning nod.
The actress/model asks, "Girlfriend?"
"Sister in law. Don't mind her."
The girl evaluates him, then evaluates Sarah - who is probably still focusing the full power of her 'scary bitch' stare on his new friend. For a moment, he's actually looking forward to a confrontation, but apparently, Tammy has more survival instinct than he gave her credit for. She pats his chest and says, "I'm not in the mood for drama tonight, but it was nice talking to you, Eric." Then she and her short skirt return to the rest of her long-legged pack.
The head of Derek's own pack approaches and he braces for interrogation, but Sarah just looks him up and down and slides onto the barstool beside him without a word.
Derek says, "You're following me now? When did this start?"
Bartender passes and after Sarah orders two shots of Patron and a scotch and soda, she says, "Have a drink with me."
"What are we drinking to?"
She smiles tightly and shakes her head. "Did you think I didn't know it was your brother's birthday, or did you not want to drink with me?" She looks almost hurt, and as she turns to face him her knee presses against his.
Resentment surges inside him. Why is she trying to make him the asshole in all of this? He isn't the asshole here. She's the one who can't even bring herself to tell him who Kyle was to her and John and all of a sudden, he feels like maybe he should be the asshole. "I'm not drinking with you because I wanted to get laid."
She appears to think about it for a long moment, then nods. "Fair enough." The shots come and she lifts hers. "To Kyle Reese."
"To my brother," he says, "And..."
"And a brave soldier." She knocks back her shot.
After he knocks back his, his throat is burning. He looks at Sarah wiping her lips and he wants her to tell him, he deserves that much respect, and because she refuses to give it to him, his anger flares. He doesn't want it to, but it does.
Sarah gives the girl's group - all carefully tanned legs and impractical shoes - a nod. "So she's your type?" Like she's disappointed in and amused by him at the same time. Like they can just move on to the next subject. Like she thinks he's in the mood for teasing.
They drink silently together for a while until he decides, no. She doesn't get to do that. They're *not* friends, that's not what they are to each other. That's not what she--fuck it. He sets down his beer harder than he meant to, sloshes some on his hand. "Actually, it's more that you're my brother's type."
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