Re: Derek/John
John laughed, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't his Derek...either one of them, past or future. "I'll do that."
Derek's next words brought reality back to the fore, however, and he nodded, reaching out to surreptitiously place a hand comfortingly on Derek's wrist before getting ready to stand. "Of course. Get some rest."
As he moved back to the other side of the room and took up a place along the wall, John turned the events of the last day over in his head. He knew he wasn't going to be given the time to truly process his personal reactions. Those would have to wait until they were back on the bus. But, there was a lot that had to be considered outside of those as well. Now that they were here, how were they getting out? How was he going to get Derek to trust him enough to follow them out or tell them where the Resistance was if they were meant to get them there? Was that where it ended? Or was the bus going to do more to change the course of the war?
Could John let it?
None of those questions could be answered that night, but he'd spend the rest of the night thinking them over because he was not watching anyone else (Derek) die on his watch. If nothing else, he was going to stop the thread that everyone died for John Connor...or because of him.