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kinkfestTitle: Out of the Darkness
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Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 360
Prompt: Crossover: Terminator/Aliens, Sarah/Ripley - women warriors - In the darkness, reaching back for me.
A/N: I'm not sure this is the kind of story you were looking for but it...just came out. Sorry.
Summary: Sarah and Ripley are trapped together in a time rift with no way out.
In the darkness, reaching back for me: a hand. It couldn’t be. I was alone, cold and alone. So cold, and trapped in the remains of what was once a government building...or so they said.
“Come on.” A woman’s voice, a hard voice, said. I could relate to hard. “It’s coming.”
The terminator. I thought I’d killed it. “How many?"
"I don't know." Strong hands eased me to my feet. “Are you hurt?”
I nodded. She couldn’t see that. “Yes, I think…”
“Can you travel?”
I laughed. It was a harsh sound and filled with bitterness. I hurt. I hated everything and everybody. “Do I have any choice?” Almost. I didn't hate everybody, though I wanted to.
“I’m Ripley,” she whispered, supporting my weight. "Ellen Ripley."
Something moved past us in the darkness, something quiet, something not a Terminator. “Sarah Connor.”
“We’ve got to get out of here, Sarah, blow this place up.”
“Where is this place?” I stumbled. One minute, I’d been in my time, the next here with lasers taking out everything around me and humans falling like flies.
“Earth, or what Earth used to be before the Company took over.”
“What Company? How can…”
“Experimenting with time travel,” she hissed. “The dirty bastards. I don’t know in which time frame, but they’ve gathered together enough threads that we’re crossed. They’ve pulled us all into this reality, a reality that’s doomed unless we blow this building up. It’s the receptor, a fixture in each time frame.” She paused when the skittering around us grew louder. Her voice dropped. “It’s also filled with aliens.”
“Aliens? Are they worse than terminators?” I limped along beside her, stopping when she stopped, listening when she listened.
“Do terminators use humans for incubators?”
I swallowed my fear. “They kill humans.”
“Aliens are worse.”
God, I couldn’t stand anything worse than a terminator. “I’ve got explosives.”
“Two floors down, there’s a reactor. There’s no getting out.”
“Good.” I was tired of running, tired of fighting. The pain was worse. “I wish I could say good-bye to my son.”
“With any luck, you’ll save the future for him. That’s a lot better than saying good-bye.”
Author/Artist:
queenoftheskies Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 360
Prompt: Crossover: Terminator/Aliens, Sarah/Ripley - women warriors - In the darkness, reaching back for me.
A/N: I'm not sure this is the kind of story you were looking for but it...just came out. Sorry.
Summary: Sarah and Ripley are trapped together in a time rift with no way out.
In the darkness, reaching back for me: a hand. It couldn’t be. I was alone, cold and alone. So cold, and trapped in the remains of what was once a government building...or so they said.
“Come on.” A woman’s voice, a hard voice, said. I could relate to hard. “It’s coming.”
The terminator. I thought I’d killed it. “How many?"
"I don't know." Strong hands eased me to my feet. “Are you hurt?”
I nodded. She couldn’t see that. “Yes, I think…”
“Can you travel?”
I laughed. It was a harsh sound and filled with bitterness. I hurt. I hated everything and everybody. “Do I have any choice?” Almost. I didn't hate everybody, though I wanted to.
“I’m Ripley,” she whispered, supporting my weight. "Ellen Ripley."
Something moved past us in the darkness, something quiet, something not a Terminator. “Sarah Connor.”
“We’ve got to get out of here, Sarah, blow this place up.”
“Where is this place?” I stumbled. One minute, I’d been in my time, the next here with lasers taking out everything around me and humans falling like flies.
“Earth, or what Earth used to be before the Company took over.”
“What Company? How can…”
“Experimenting with time travel,” she hissed. “The dirty bastards. I don’t know in which time frame, but they’ve gathered together enough threads that we’re crossed. They’ve pulled us all into this reality, a reality that’s doomed unless we blow this building up. It’s the receptor, a fixture in each time frame.” She paused when the skittering around us grew louder. Her voice dropped. “It’s also filled with aliens.”
“Aliens? Are they worse than terminators?” I limped along beside her, stopping when she stopped, listening when she listened.
“Do terminators use humans for incubators?”
I swallowed my fear. “They kill humans.”
“Aliens are worse.”
God, I couldn’t stand anything worse than a terminator. “I’ve got explosives.”
“Two floors down, there’s a reactor. There’s no getting out.”
“Good.” I was tired of running, tired of fighting. The pain was worse. “I wish I could say good-bye to my son.”
“With any luck, you’ll save the future for him. That’s a lot better than saying good-bye.”
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