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bedlamsbardOh my God, you know what I want to write? I want to write a Narnia/Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles crossover.
Wait, stop, DON'T RUN AWAY.
Immortal!Susan/resurrected!Peter 'verse, but...changed. Like --
When they walk in, there's a man sitting on her couch. Derek's gun is gone in a heartbeat, Cameron hasn't drawn.
"Pevensie," Derek says, nodding to him, and walks by.
"Reese," the stranger says to his back.
"Peter Pevensie," Cameron says to him, and follows Derek.
"Cameron," he nods.
Sarah stays standing, her gun pointed at him. He stands up slowly, all easy moves, hands in sight at all times. She can't see if he's carrying or not, and it bothers her.
"Sarah Connor," he says. "I'm Peter Pevensie."
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"Who is he?" Sarah asks.
Cameron shrugs. She's been picking up tics like that from John. "He's human," she says, and then, like it's any elaboration at all, "He's different."
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She has John hack the FBI database and reads over his shoulder. The FBI database says that Peter Pevensie is an FBI agent based out of some special department in DC.
"Hang on, there's an encrypted file," John says, and a moment later there's another report up on the screen.
Pevensie, Peter James, born 1926, Finchley, England --
"Who the hell is this guy?" John asks.
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"What are you?" Sarah asks.
"A son of Adam," Peter says. He's been sleeping on their couch. Sarah doesn't approve, but Cameron seems comfortable with him, so there's not much she can say so far as protests go except, He makes me uncomfortable.
"Human," he elaborates a moment later.
"Born in 1926?" Sarah says.
He gives her a sheepish smile. "It's a long story."
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Sarah says, "Do you know what it's like to know the future?"
Peter says, "Do you know what it's like to know the past?"
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"Who was she?" Sarah asks. "The woman who gave you that?"
Peter twists the ring around his finger absently. "My sister."
"What happened to her?"
"She died."
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Peter kisses like there's nothing else in the world, and it's been a long time since Sarah's been here.
"Lock the door," she says, pulling Peter's t-shirt off over his head and running her palms up the scars on his chest. "John's just down the hall --"
The lock clicks shut. "I'll be quiet," Peter promises, pulling her hair free of its ponytail.
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"Tell me the truth," Sarah says in the dark, the air heavy around them. "Is there any hope?"
Peter is quiet for a long, long time, so long she thinks he's fallen asleep. "I think I gave up believing in hope a long time ago," he says at last.
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"I know," he says to John, "a little something about destiny."
Okay, this was so not meant to be actual fic.
Wait, stop, DON'T RUN AWAY.
Immortal!Susan/resurrected!Peter 'verse, but...changed. Like --
When they walk in, there's a man sitting on her couch. Derek's gun is gone in a heartbeat, Cameron hasn't drawn.
"Pevensie," Derek says, nodding to him, and walks by.
"Reese," the stranger says to his back.
"Peter Pevensie," Cameron says to him, and follows Derek.
"Cameron," he nods.
Sarah stays standing, her gun pointed at him. He stands up slowly, all easy moves, hands in sight at all times. She can't see if he's carrying or not, and it bothers her.
"Sarah Connor," he says. "I'm Peter Pevensie."
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"Who is he?" Sarah asks.
Cameron shrugs. She's been picking up tics like that from John. "He's human," she says, and then, like it's any elaboration at all, "He's different."
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-
She has John hack the FBI database and reads over his shoulder. The FBI database says that Peter Pevensie is an FBI agent based out of some special department in DC.
"Hang on, there's an encrypted file," John says, and a moment later there's another report up on the screen.
Pevensie, Peter James, born 1926, Finchley, England --
"Who the hell is this guy?" John asks.
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-
"What are you?" Sarah asks.
"A son of Adam," Peter says. He's been sleeping on their couch. Sarah doesn't approve, but Cameron seems comfortable with him, so there's not much she can say so far as protests go except, He makes me uncomfortable.
"Human," he elaborates a moment later.
"Born in 1926?" Sarah says.
He gives her a sheepish smile. "It's a long story."
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Sarah says, "Do you know what it's like to know the future?"
Peter says, "Do you know what it's like to know the past?"
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"Who was she?" Sarah asks. "The woman who gave you that?"
Peter twists the ring around his finger absently. "My sister."
"What happened to her?"
"She died."
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Peter kisses like there's nothing else in the world, and it's been a long time since Sarah's been here.
"Lock the door," she says, pulling Peter's t-shirt off over his head and running her palms up the scars on his chest. "John's just down the hall --"
The lock clicks shut. "I'll be quiet," Peter promises, pulling her hair free of its ponytail.
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"Tell me the truth," Sarah says in the dark, the air heavy around them. "Is there any hope?"
Peter is quiet for a long, long time, so long she thinks he's fallen asleep. "I think I gave up believing in hope a long time ago," he says at last.
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"I know," he says to John, "a little something about destiny."
Okay, this was so not meant to be actual fic.