Fluffy drabble
Sep. 24th, 2010 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angryscientistFandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (T:SCC)
Title: n/a
Pairings: John Henry/Savannah Weaver
Rating: PG
Warnings: Robosexuality? *g*
Notes: Future fic. Quick fluff piece I did yesterday. John Henry decides to give Savannah a nice breakfastin bed.
The running had ended. Death still clung around the edges of her mind, yet somehow she was happier than she imagined she would be again.
10 years had passed since Doomsday had been averted. John Henry was running things now, he kept the balance going.
She smiled as he entered the bedroom, warm light coming through, lighting his face in a halo of sandy blond hair. Savannah always marveled how a robot body could fit the workings of his AI so well. He slowly approached her and with practiced swiftness and ease, scooped her off the bed together with the soft comforter.
The young woman giggled and hugged his neck. After years in the tunnels, she thought she would never again enjoy the sun streaming into a large open space, clean air, the smell of fresh food piping through. Her office and work were lead in the sterile offices of Zeira Corp. Their home was a warm place, not one full of glass and steel.
John Henry kissed her temple, placing her on the soft couch with another smooth, clean movement. He wanted to reaffirm life for her. It wasn't a daily occurrence or even a weekly one.
At first she checked the news from dozens of sources to see if there was a natural disaster or war, something which got to him. It wasn't the case.
Nobody understood John Henry like she did but sometimes the mystery that was his AI escaped even her. She accepted it and this love because she knew.
It was real.
*g*
Title: n/a
Pairings: John Henry/Savannah Weaver
Rating: PG
Warnings: Robosexuality? *g*
Notes: Future fic. Quick fluff piece I did yesterday. John Henry decides to give Savannah a nice breakfast
The running had ended. Death still clung around the edges of her mind, yet somehow she was happier than she imagined she would be again.
10 years had passed since Doomsday had been averted. John Henry was running things now, he kept the balance going.
She smiled as he entered the bedroom, warm light coming through, lighting his face in a halo of sandy blond hair. Savannah always marveled how a robot body could fit the workings of his AI so well. He slowly approached her and with practiced swiftness and ease, scooped her off the bed together with the soft comforter.
The young woman giggled and hugged his neck. After years in the tunnels, she thought she would never again enjoy the sun streaming into a large open space, clean air, the smell of fresh food piping through. Her office and work were lead in the sterile offices of Zeira Corp. Their home was a warm place, not one full of glass and steel.
John Henry kissed her temple, placing her on the soft couch with another smooth, clean movement. He wanted to reaffirm life for her. It wasn't a daily occurrence or even a weekly one.
At first she checked the news from dozens of sources to see if there was a natural disaster or war, something which got to him. It wasn't the case.
Nobody understood John Henry like she did but sometimes the mystery that was his AI escaped even her. She accepted it and this love because she knew.
It was real.
*g*