Re: Derek/John/Anyone
"She used to thank you after you answered questions, after she tortured you. She used the same smile, classical music on the background, like it was art, or maybe a party. 'Thank you for telling me'," he said, imitating her manners if not her tone. "That always reminded me what a monster she really is and it always made me want to shot her, right in the middle of her head." In fact, it had made him want to hurt John and had had to remind himself that this John couldn't have known.
"Maybe you're right, though. We probably were never meant to meet." She was the right choice for John, but certainly not for Sarah. Either John forgot about his mother's protective streak or underestimated how much a mother could hate a possible girlfriend, human or machine.
He smiled when John told them about his childhood. "I would have loved watching you grow up, no matter where, but you're right. Clear sky, nature, how could I not love it."
Derek chuckled. "You were a kid, a teenager. I'm pretty sure you're supposed to rebel." Pretty sure, because that was what people said. He never really had a chance. He found himself at fifteen with a child to raise in a world destroyed by nuclear bombs. "Trust me, I'll be a lot more creative the day I get my payback." Even in the middle of the Happiest Place on Earth, Derek's voice was as cold as ice, worthy of some of the best villains. One day he wouldn't need Cameron anymore and then he'd get his revenge. She could feel; Derek planned to make her feel everything in spades. "For now, it seems that we're starting with Mexico after all."