RP: Derek and John Who: Derek and John Where: the island When: November 23, 2012 Summary: Derek needs to talk to John
Thanksgiving had ended and they were back to what counted as a 'normal' routine for this week. He was sure that things would change again soon enough, but for now there was some training, fishing, lliving like... honestly much like they had in his dimension. In fact, despite the lack of civilization, furniture and contact with the outside world, this was still slightly better than his dimension. The canned fruit was a lot better than any of the crap they had. All in all, he liked it here.
There were some things that he wasn't fond of, like the fact that he had fucked up and it was time to man up. He waited until they were done cleaning some radar facility that made Derek twitch with all the screens, blips and buttons. As they walked to the next building, he put a hand John's shoulder slowing him down and letting people walk ahead of them.
"I hate all of these rooms. They remind me of home." More precisely, they reminded him of Skynet, but John would know that. "I gotta tell you something I fucked up. I'm sorry." For one split second, he wasn't even sure if he was talking to his nephew or his leader, but he knew his nephew had been the reason he had fucked up. "I told Nell you're my nephew. I... wasn't thinking You were dead, and it didn't matter anymore. I'm sorry."