What's in a Name, by Gaga_cai (PG-13)
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het_reccersFandom Category: Terminator (movies)
Pairing: Kate Brewster/John Connor
Fic Title: What's In A Name
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gega_cai
Link: http://community.livejournal.com/moviefanfiction/179875.html
Rating/Warning(s): PG-13
Genre: action/adventure
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Long, plotty Terminator fic that is just perfectly written for this verse. I was waiting for this story to be complete before reccing, but I've known I was going to rec it for a while as it slowly built chapter by chapter. The action, the complexity of their situation, and best of all, the author posits Kate Brewster front and center as she goes from being a passanger in John Connor's fate to an integral part in it. This romance is more slow-burning than I would have expected, but I guess that makes sense as there's, y'know, an apocalypse going on and they've got to keep focused. But the characterization and the journey is deflty written. Another thing that has my envy, and I say this because I myself struggle with it as a writer, is the action sequences. Very, very well written, with detail and grit and a thousand small details that make you think the author just lived and breathed this verse.
"Incoming!" John shouted and ran for Kate. Hastily, he grabbed her by the waist and picked her up off her feet as she tripped to catch up with his gate. Foolishly, she turned back to see the aerial HK struggling to maintain its horizon and speed. Instead, its powerful engines whirred and shifted in an effort to slow its decent into the ground below.
"John..." Kate swallowed. Her eyes widened at what she was seeing: the HK was going to fall right on top of them. Kate turned away as a heavy wall of hot air from the engines cut through them. John, without looking back, clutched onto her and lept several feet ahead; Kate felt the quake of the machine crashing down on them and she rolled hard as she hit the ground. Kate raised her arms to shield against the heavy shower of large parts flying past her.
Kate could hear the mechanized shifting of the large HK trying to do whatever the hell it is they do to keep going. They never stop --that was what John had always repeated to get that across to anyone who thought otherwise. John...
John?
Kate opened her eyes to see that John had fallen on top of her. His face rested in the curve of her neck and she was relieved to feel his warm breath on her skin. His stubble lightly scratched her neck with each inhale and exhale. An embarrassing feeling came over her and she couldn't stop the goosebumps he was giving her.
"John?" she whispered.
He didn't respond. She looked past the rising and falling of his back to see the downed HK looming beside them. Kate couldn't help but to admire it; compared to all the military weapons and vehicles she was used to seeing and hearing about from her father, nothing could compare to what Skynet built. Though damaged and broken apart, the HK was still online. Part of its damaged engine tried to move and fire again. Somewhere, deep inside, a faint glowing shown through the cracks of the gaping panels. The light dimmed and danced, as if the machine was allocating the light source and energy.
John stirred and Kate felt him catch his breath as he regained consciousness. He let out a gruff moan against her and, as if to ignore the pain he was feeling, lifted his head to look at her.
"Kate?" his voice broke. "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head at him. John, relieved, lowered his head and tried to shift his weight off her and onto his free elbow beside her.
Kate gripped his shoulder and pushed to help him, "No, you?"
"I'll live," he said, the corner of his mouth lifted. Kate, ignoring his attempt to not alarm her, pushed more space between them and began to palm his torso. A thick, warm wetness soaked her hand. She brought her hand out to see it covered in dark blood through her night vision.
"Oh, my G... --John?" she looked back at him.
"It's not that bad," his voice struggled to mask the pain. "I think it went right through."
Kate felt the heat of anger and worry flush in her face. "The hell with you," she spat as she forced him over and onto his back, "and your mother's hard ass!" She looked down and just as quickly as she had became angry at his trifling concern for himself, she immediately forgave him; he had no choice in being this way.
Pairing: Kate Brewster/John Connor
Fic Title: What's In A Name
Author:
gega_caiLink: http://community.livejournal.com/moviefanfiction/179875.html
Rating/Warning(s): PG-13
Genre: action/adventure
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Long, plotty Terminator fic that is just perfectly written for this verse. I was waiting for this story to be complete before reccing, but I've known I was going to rec it for a while as it slowly built chapter by chapter. The action, the complexity of their situation, and best of all, the author posits Kate Brewster front and center as she goes from being a passanger in John Connor's fate to an integral part in it. This romance is more slow-burning than I would have expected, but I guess that makes sense as there's, y'know, an apocalypse going on and they've got to keep focused. But the characterization and the journey is deflty written. Another thing that has my envy, and I say this because I myself struggle with it as a writer, is the action sequences. Very, very well written, with detail and grit and a thousand small details that make you think the author just lived and breathed this verse.
"Incoming!" John shouted and ran for Kate. Hastily, he grabbed her by the waist and picked her up off her feet as she tripped to catch up with his gate. Foolishly, she turned back to see the aerial HK struggling to maintain its horizon and speed. Instead, its powerful engines whirred and shifted in an effort to slow its decent into the ground below.
"John..." Kate swallowed. Her eyes widened at what she was seeing: the HK was going to fall right on top of them. Kate turned away as a heavy wall of hot air from the engines cut through them. John, without looking back, clutched onto her and lept several feet ahead; Kate felt the quake of the machine crashing down on them and she rolled hard as she hit the ground. Kate raised her arms to shield against the heavy shower of large parts flying past her.
Kate could hear the mechanized shifting of the large HK trying to do whatever the hell it is they do to keep going. They never stop --that was what John had always repeated to get that across to anyone who thought otherwise. John...
John?
Kate opened her eyes to see that John had fallen on top of her. His face rested in the curve of her neck and she was relieved to feel his warm breath on her skin. His stubble lightly scratched her neck with each inhale and exhale. An embarrassing feeling came over her and she couldn't stop the goosebumps he was giving her.
"John?" she whispered.
He didn't respond. She looked past the rising and falling of his back to see the downed HK looming beside them. Kate couldn't help but to admire it; compared to all the military weapons and vehicles she was used to seeing and hearing about from her father, nothing could compare to what Skynet built. Though damaged and broken apart, the HK was still online. Part of its damaged engine tried to move and fire again. Somewhere, deep inside, a faint glowing shown through the cracks of the gaping panels. The light dimmed and danced, as if the machine was allocating the light source and energy.
John stirred and Kate felt him catch his breath as he regained consciousness. He let out a gruff moan against her and, as if to ignore the pain he was feeling, lifted his head to look at her.
"Kate?" his voice broke. "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head at him. John, relieved, lowered his head and tried to shift his weight off her and onto his free elbow beside her.
Kate gripped his shoulder and pushed to help him, "No, you?"
"I'll live," he said, the corner of his mouth lifted. Kate, ignoring his attempt to not alarm her, pushed more space between them and began to palm his torso. A thick, warm wetness soaked her hand. She brought her hand out to see it covered in dark blood through her night vision.
"Oh, my G... --John?" she looked back at him.
"It's not that bad," his voice struggled to mask the pain. "I think it went right through."
Kate felt the heat of anger and worry flush in her face. "The hell with you," she spat as she forced him over and onto his back, "and your mother's hard ass!" She looked down and just as quickly as she had became angry at his trifling concern for himself, she immediately forgave him; he had no choice in being this way.
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