John Connor (![]() ![]() @ 2012-11-19 07:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2012 11, character: john connor, dead: leon vance |
RP: John and Vance
Who: John Connor and Leon Vance
Where: The Island
When: November 19, 2012 -- afternoon
Summary: John's put off saying some things as long as he can.
For most of his life -- all nineteen years of it -- John Connor had one goal: survive long enough to save the world from the machines.
He'd never dreamed of becoming a fireman as a little boy. Hell, he hadn't even really known what one was when his first years were spent in a jungle-based resistance camp. He'd never wondered what it would be like to grow up and see the world. He'd been taught from day one what the world would be when he grew up and how it was his mission to stop it, that machines from the future would hunt him his whole life until the day when he could end the war for good.
As he got older, John added to that mission things he needed to do for himself, things he needed to do so he wouldn't go crazy trying to live up to this image of the perfect leader he was supposed to turn into and didn't think he could. Most notably, he added protecting his family, the people he cared about. Sacrificing for them put him at odds with the main mission of staying alive. But, it was something he could do now, in the present.
And then he'd been brought here. While he was alive, his mission was on hold and his family was gone. John had shut down entirely.
Until one man, some would say an unlikely man, reached out to help him put himself back together. In the process, that man had become part of John's personal mission, not the one to save humanity from the machines, but the one that kept him human, protecting the people he loved.
John loved Brian most of all.
And Vance had broken him. Worse, he'd made John himself into the tool that did the breaking.
The Future Leader of Mankind and John Connor were having pitched battles in John's head in reaction to that.
The only thing both sides of him could agree on was that he couldn't go on like this, couldn't go on working for Vance while he really wanted his own chance to do exactly what Callen had and punch the man who had hurt Brian this way. It wasn't good for the team. It wasn't good for the mission. And it could put Brian in more danger. So, something had to give.
While the rest of them went about 'making the buildings livable' as Sam had put it, John sought Vance out directly. "Walk with me, Sir?"
John loved the Island. It was so full of life, unlike what was left of his world. Not enough grass for Derek's taste, he was sure. But, with the city so far away, just a glow on the horizon when the night was clear, John had all his stars back at night. There was also almost always a wind of some sort and that made it easy to talk once they were away from the others, staying downwind so their voices wouldn't carry.
"I need to talk and I need you to listen. I'm an incredibly angry teenager right now and I don't have anyone to be an angry teenager with safely for the exact reasons why I'm angry. Since it's your fault and staying angry will be detrimental to the mission, I'm talking to you. So, can we do this? Can I talk to you?"