FIC: Never Ask About the Flip Side
Jul. 19th, 2008 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ficwizeTitle: Never Ask About the Flip Side
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wizefics
Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Prompt: 104 - cuisine at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse
Rating: Gen.
Warnings: None.
Summary: The quickest way to the heart is through the stomach.
Disclaimer: I don't own Terminator, but I am so so excited for the next movie! Also, I don't make money doing this. Also, the title is from a line from the movie "Diner."
A/N: Thanks todramady for the beta!
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
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Derek threw his bag on the kitchen table and opened the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. Sitting down, he popped the top and took a drink, marveling in the clean, slightly bitter taste. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to the easy availability of luxuries again, but he was certainly not going to turn his nose up at cold beer.
Sighing, he shoved the chair back with a screech on the floor and crossed his legs.
“Comfortable?” Sarah’s voice broke the silence and Derek titled his head to look at her standing in the door.
He grunted in response. “John?”
“Asleep.” Sarah crossed the room and pulled out one of the other chairs.
“Typical.” Derek snorted. “The future Savior of Mankind is snoozing while you and I were out busting our butts.”
“That’s because you want the future Savior of Mankind to be able to pass trigonometry.” Sarah’s retort was immediate and dry. “And he’s not going to do that if he doesn’t start getting more than four hours of sleep a night. He’s a good kid, but he’s still a kid.”
Derek grunted again, but he didn’t argue.
Sarah eyed his beer skeptically. “I thought you were going to get something to eat.”
“The only thing in the fridge is left over pizza,” Derek shrugged, his expression wry. “I’d forgotten how obsessed teenagers are with pizza.”
Sarah smiled. “It’s his favorite.”
“It was mine at one time, too.” Derek smiled back. “Kyle’s, too. We used to beg to order it every weekend. Pepperoni and extra cheese.” He chuckled. “Kyle always wanted to add mushrooms, but I never let him. I don’t approve of fungus on food.”
Sarah blinked in surprise at the casual easy comment about Derek and Kyle’s life pre-Judgment Day, but she didn’t say anything. Derek never spoke about his life before and she respected his privacy enough not to pry. “I can make something.”
“Nah.” Derek stopped her. ‘No offense, but your cooking kind of sucks.”
The comment made Sarah laugh aloud and Derek took another slow drink, his fingers holding the beer bottle gently by its neck and he smiled as he said, “John’s better at it.”
“I know.” Sarah went to the fridge to grab a beer of her own. “He spent a lot of time in kitchens in his life. I waited tables when he was young and he would stay with me in the diners.” She paused long enough to grab a bag of chips before she came back to the table.
“Hmm, that explains a lot.” Derek paused. “John always waxed poetic about diners. He said they were his favorite place. Before.” He reached out and snagged the chips while Sarah stared at him in astonishment.
“He did?”
“Yeah.” Derek spoke around a mouthful of Doritos, but swallowed before he continued. “He said that he used to sit at the counter and read comics.”
The memory of John, all blonde hair and toothy grins, sipping chocolate milk and laughing at the adventures of Garfield and Snoopy caught Sarah by surprise and she blinked back tears.
“He even spent three days one time redoing a juke box.” Derek finished his beer. “He said the music would lift our spirits. Kyle thought he was crazy…” Derek trailed of, then shook himself. “He was right. We used to sit around that damn machine every night.”
Sarah reached out and grabbed a chip, which she munched thoughtfully. “It’s nice to know that pizza isn’t the one thing he’ll miss the most.”
Derek grinned. “None of us missed pizza the most. And it wasn’t Chinese food, French food, or Italian food, either.”
“So what was it?”
Derek lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “John was right about one thing.”
Sarah waited for Derek to fish out another Dorito.
“You do make damn good pancakes.” He left her sitting at the table in silence, throwing his beer bottle in the trash and heading back to the shower.
Sarah glanced at the clock. John would be getting up for school in about an hour. That left her plenty of time to make pancakes.
Author:
wizeficsFandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Prompt: 104 - cuisine at
tamingthemuse Rating: Gen.
Warnings: None.
Summary: The quickest way to the heart is through the stomach.
Disclaimer: I don't own Terminator, but I am so so excited for the next movie! Also, I don't make money doing this. Also, the title is from a line from the movie "Diner."
A/N: Thanks to
dramady for the beta! As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
***************
Derek threw his bag on the kitchen table and opened the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. Sitting down, he popped the top and took a drink, marveling in the clean, slightly bitter taste. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to the easy availability of luxuries again, but he was certainly not going to turn his nose up at cold beer.
Sighing, he shoved the chair back with a screech on the floor and crossed his legs.
“Comfortable?” Sarah’s voice broke the silence and Derek titled his head to look at her standing in the door.
He grunted in response. “John?”
“Asleep.” Sarah crossed the room and pulled out one of the other chairs.
“Typical.” Derek snorted. “The future Savior of Mankind is snoozing while you and I were out busting our butts.”
“That’s because you want the future Savior of Mankind to be able to pass trigonometry.” Sarah’s retort was immediate and dry. “And he’s not going to do that if he doesn’t start getting more than four hours of sleep a night. He’s a good kid, but he’s still a kid.”
Derek grunted again, but he didn’t argue.
Sarah eyed his beer skeptically. “I thought you were going to get something to eat.”
“The only thing in the fridge is left over pizza,” Derek shrugged, his expression wry. “I’d forgotten how obsessed teenagers are with pizza.”
Sarah smiled. “It’s his favorite.”
“It was mine at one time, too.” Derek smiled back. “Kyle’s, too. We used to beg to order it every weekend. Pepperoni and extra cheese.” He chuckled. “Kyle always wanted to add mushrooms, but I never let him. I don’t approve of fungus on food.”
Sarah blinked in surprise at the casual easy comment about Derek and Kyle’s life pre-Judgment Day, but she didn’t say anything. Derek never spoke about his life before and she respected his privacy enough not to pry. “I can make something.”
“Nah.” Derek stopped her. ‘No offense, but your cooking kind of sucks.”
The comment made Sarah laugh aloud and Derek took another slow drink, his fingers holding the beer bottle gently by its neck and he smiled as he said, “John’s better at it.”
“I know.” Sarah went to the fridge to grab a beer of her own. “He spent a lot of time in kitchens in his life. I waited tables when he was young and he would stay with me in the diners.” She paused long enough to grab a bag of chips before she came back to the table.
“Hmm, that explains a lot.” Derek paused. “John always waxed poetic about diners. He said they were his favorite place. Before.” He reached out and snagged the chips while Sarah stared at him in astonishment.
“He did?”
“Yeah.” Derek spoke around a mouthful of Doritos, but swallowed before he continued. “He said that he used to sit at the counter and read comics.”
The memory of John, all blonde hair and toothy grins, sipping chocolate milk and laughing at the adventures of Garfield and Snoopy caught Sarah by surprise and she blinked back tears.
“He even spent three days one time redoing a juke box.” Derek finished his beer. “He said the music would lift our spirits. Kyle thought he was crazy…” Derek trailed of, then shook himself. “He was right. We used to sit around that damn machine every night.”
Sarah reached out and grabbed a chip, which she munched thoughtfully. “It’s nice to know that pizza isn’t the one thing he’ll miss the most.”
Derek grinned. “None of us missed pizza the most. And it wasn’t Chinese food, French food, or Italian food, either.”
“So what was it?”
Derek lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “John was right about one thing.”
Sarah waited for Derek to fish out another Dorito.
“You do make damn good pancakes.” He left her sitting at the table in silence, throwing his beer bottle in the trash and heading back to the shower.
Sarah glanced at the clock. John would be getting up for school in about an hour. That left her plenty of time to make pancakes.
