RP: Nell, Derek Who: Nell, Derek Where: Office When: April 30, 2012 Summary: The technophobe meets the woman responsible for his cover
Derek had spent the previous night having dinner, throwing up dinner, and then trying again with soup. This time much slower. It wasn't like he slept much. He had stopped sleeping on Judgment Day. The first time around. Now, he napped when possible, and guarded the house. The fact that there were no machines didn't make him feel better. They weren't machines in their world until they were. No one knew. There weren't dimensional rifts in this one until people found out. It was possible that machines would show up and he'd be ready.
This morning, he had his evaluations. Physical with Hanna, who was sporting a few more bruises, and guns with Callen, which was the fun part of the day. Shooting bullet after bullet into one single spot with good guns and not the black market ones that required to be calibrated was the highlight of his day, or maybe of the past few decades. He still missed his grenades, which Vance had vetoed.
Then, he was sent to the office where Brian worked. Brian had turned out to be a man older than Sarah Connor and an obnoxious bastard, but he'd made soup, so he could have his uses. Derek would just have to figure out how things worked with him and John and make sure that John saw why trusting him was a bad idea, but he'd have to go slow. Jesse had tried, but Derek wasn't Jesse and he didn't plan to kill anyone... if possible. However, he wasn't here to see him. "Who's Jones?" he asked while he looked around the room as if he hadn't spent most of the day here just twenty four hours before. "I'm here for my papers."