Long Road Home (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_wolverine) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2015-01-11 15:32:00 |
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Who: Logan, Cameron and Sarah Connor
What: Naked man in back yard wtf?
When: 1/1
Where: Sarah's house
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and Cameron abusing her cameraphone
“Sarah,” Cameron said. She was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, her spoon halfway between the bowl and her mouth. She set the spoon back down, her eyes glued to the window. She repeated, matter-of-factly. “Sarah. There’s a naked man outside.”
The other side of the table was strewn with various files and reports. Sarah had one of them in her hand, eyes scanning over it as her other hand lifted a coffee mug to her face. She was so intent on what she was reading that it took her a second to register what Cameron was saying.
She lowered the report back to the table and paused, coffee cup still in midair, "What?"
“Outside.” Cameron pointed, her tongue wetting her lips. “He’s really well built. He looks confused. We should put a towel around him, he looks cold.” She tilted her head and suppressed a snicker. Men looked funny when they were cold.
Both of Sarah's eyebrows rose, and she turned to take a look out the window. There really was a naked man out there, and he really was as built as Cameron had noticed. Her lips puckered, and she decided to take a bracing sip of coffee before jumping out of her chair.
In Sarah's job, it paid to stay armed at all times, but at this point she didn't want to spook the guy. So she removed her pistol from its usual perch against her back as she headed towards the window. "Get the big towel from the top shelf in the pantry."
Cameron could busy herself with that while Sarah tossed on a jacket and headed outside.
Cameron could oogle the man and take a storm of pictures with her phone, before she got up to get the big towel to cover the man’s junk. She was tempted to text one to John saying it was Sarah’s new boyfriend.
The man was a little bewildered, and he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten here. His memory was starting to come back to him, in bits and pieces. He ran a hand over his hair. “Hey darlin’.” He was eyelevel to the woman.
"So you can speak, that's a good start," Sarah replied. She was approaching him very slowly, with both of her hands visible. There was still the chance that the man was on drugs, or had had some kind of accident that had messed with his judgement. Obviously something had happened to him, anyway. And no, she wasn't prone to dating men who showed up randomly naked in her backyard. Cameron, you better watch out.
"Do you know who you are? Do you know where you are?"
"California." He looked up at the sky, and sniffed. "Irvine probably. Don't make much sense, I was up in the mountains last I knew. Did it snow recently?"
It smelled like it had snowed, but there wasn't much snow left, if any. Logan grunted and looked down at his hands. "I should be dead."
"Was there an accident?" Sarah asked, while inching a bit closer. Her eyes scanned over his body, quickly looking for any signs of injury. There weren't any outward wounds, no blood, not even any scars. That was pretty amazing, considering. Her brows knit together a bit, "It snowed all month. We picked a hell of a time to move down here. You’re in my backyard. I’ve got someone bringing you a towel."
Where was Cameron anyway? She better not be posting naked guy pictures on Facebook.
“I got shot.” He poked a finger in his chest, which was hairy but not all that shot up looking. In fact it seemed like he didn’t have much in the way of scars, except for one over his left eye. “Thanks, darlin’.”
ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClick.
Logan snorted, taking the towel and wrapping it around his waist.
"He isn't a serial killer, Cameron. What took you so long?" A pause, and then Sarah snorted and shook her head, "Don't answer that. I don't want to know. But I better not see pictures of this guy on any of the social networks later."
When you had a son in college, you kept track of these things as best as you could. Sarah rarely had the time to keep up on it, but she knew there were things like twitter and tumblr and something with pins and a vine thing.
She didn't, however, touch the topic of whether or not the man's endowment was impressive. It was, but she didn't need to give anyone the satisfaction. "You're going to come inside and drink some coffee. If you try anything, I'm armed and have a license to kill. You may not have been shot before but I can fix that."
Cam just gave Sarah a puzzled look. "I wouldn't do that, Sarah."
Logan could use a cigar right about now. He snorted again. "Sure, never been shot. But a coffee sounds damn good. Shit's startin' to come back to me. Kinda miss pants."
"It doesn't look like you've been shot. No wounds, no scars. I know a bullet scar when I see one," Sarah replied, with a shrug. She glanced at Cameron as they all started to head inside, and added, "I hope that you wouldn't. But sometimes it's hard to figure you out."
She ushered everyone inside, and then got out another coffee mug for their guest. "I have some spare clothes for my son, John, but I don't think any of it will fit. He's... lankier."
"And you won't fit in my pants, that's for sure." She added, with a bit of a laugh. She handed him the mug of coffee, figuring him for the type that took it black.
"Huh." Logan looked down at his chest again, then glanced at the ground. He looked back up and then took the coffee. "Thanks." It was a good wake-up call. "Don't think anyone could fill them out the way you can."
Ever the flirt. He leaned against a counter and tried to figure out how to test his healing factor without freaking the girls out.
Cameron slipped him behind him and took a seat at the table, watching the whole thing like it was a very interesting experiment.
Logan shrugged, picked up a fork, and stabbed himself in the arm. He pulled it out. Blood dribbled out of the wound, but after several seconds it all closed up. He let out a relieved sigh. “Back to normal.”
Had she been flirting with him? Was he flirting with her in return now? Sarah squinted at the man as she lifted her coffee mug to her face. It was the look that told him she wasn't tolerating any shenanigans from strange naked men she'd just discovered in her yard, but it melted away into shock as motioned to stab himself.
Her eyebrows raised into shock and she reached out a hand to stop him, too late.
"No-- What are you--" Was this man actually crazy? She wished she hadn't removed her gun, now. But then, just like that, it healed. And he didn't seem too surprised by this either. "What the hell is going on?"
“Ever notice how weird shit seems to happen out here?” Logan took a swig of the coffee. “Like snow that lasts too long. Strange things flying over head. A lot of weird hallucinations the government likes to say is LSD?”
He figured if she was a regular person she’d just freak out about that, and if she was a dreamer, she might start to think that that was… odd.
"I've read the reports," Sarah admitted. She was still staring at his arm, which showed no signs that he'd ever just punctured himself with a fork. HER fork. That now had blood on it. Her nose crinkled a bit and she reached out to swipe the thing out of his hand before he stabbed himself again to prove a point.
"It all reads like one gigantic cover-up to me, but I'm trained to be suspicious of everything. No water supply could possibly be as filled with LSD as the one out here. There'd be some kind of mass exodus if it was true."
And then there were the odd explosions, which was why she'd been assigned there in the first place. But she didn't mention that. She just pursed her lips and went back to drinking her coffee.
"I figure someone dumped some waste from area 51 out here just to see what happened to people," Logan replied, a smirk forming again on his lips. "I'm Logan. Just to introduce myself."
"Cameron." Another set of pictures of the half-naked man in the kitchen.
"Sarah." The older woman replied, while putting a hand in front of the camera lense on Cameron's phone. She gave the younger one a look that could have peeled paint, then turned her attention back to Logan, "It'd be a pleasure to meet you if today's circumstances hadn't already been so..."
Sarah waved her hands in the air, then shook her head and shrugged, "Naked. And awkward. And we're going to have to find you clothes. Clothes would be good here."
“I wouldn’t mind some,” he replied. Logan didn’t mind the pictures, she looked like she wasn’t illegal so he just didn’t care. “Nice to meet you both. Wish it was under different circumstances. Usually I remember why I was naked.”
Cameron snerked. She glanced at Sarah, then darted her eyes. “I’ll be upstairs.” She kicked away from the table and then ran up the stairs.
“Nice kid. I’d shake your hand but that might be kinda awkward.”
"You might have tried that before stabbing yourself with a fork. We're kinda past it, now." Sarah remarked, with a bit of a laugh. She watched Cameron retreat, and squinted at the girl a bit. What was she up to, now?
"She's a good enough kid. Not mine. Cameron kind of appeared one day, after John and I moved into a house up north. We were renting. The owners were apparently her parents, and they didn't even mention her. You can imagine how awkward everything was when she finally came back home. I guess she ran away a lot. Can't imagine why." That last bit was dripping with sarcasm, and Sarah shook her head. She wasn't the best mother ever - she and John had had plenty of fights over the years about that - but she'd never just leave John to fend for himself. She'd never just outright abandon him.
“Somethin’ about that sounds familiar.” But Logan couldn’t really place what it was. In fact, a lot of things were pretty fuzzy. But that familiar also seemed important. Maybe he took in strays, too. “I know it ain’t that big a thing to hear from a half-naked stranger, but I think that makes you good people.”
"I'll take the compliments where I can get them," Sarah decided, with a nod. Then she hopped up out of her chair, and went for the coffee pot, "You'll stay with us until you can piece your memory together. We'll get you some clothes after Cameron heads to school. I can borrow something for you to wear from the next door neighbors in the mean time. I think her husband is about your size."
"Until then, lets just warm our coffee up and you can tell me what you DO remember."