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Jacen	Getting away from the city can be good for the country boy. The city is exciting and all, but sometimes a little peace is needed. He isn't dressed as a medic since it is day off, boots, jeans, button up shirt, and a cowboy hat. On his right hip is a strange leather pouch and around his neck a collection of bones that make up a primitive looking necklace.
Sarah Connor	Sarah was burning the body of the latest Terminator. And cursing. While the embers flared up, she had time to look over her body, and take a look at the bruises and cuts that were part of her 'job'. And, this time a pretty nasty gunshot along her ride side. It was.. bad. She had to admit that. But she was stubborn. And besides, what was she going to do? Show up at the hospital? Not only did she not have insurance or a doctor, a quick check would have her as a wanted criminal for the FBI. No. She figures she'll have to figure out how to dress her wound and hope like hell that she wouldn't get an infection. "Fuck." First though, she needed to bury the fire.
Jacen	Driving around a corner, Jacen sees the fire and the fallout of the attack in general. A frown and he slows down some. His truck is a late model and larger than the average, 3/4 ton instead of 1/2. Pulling off to the side of the road he shuts it down and grabs a kit from the back seat of the extended cab Ford. Sliding off the seat, he takes the pack to look at the potential for hurt people. Emergency flashers on, door shut, and he calls out,"Hey. Y'all ah'ight over there?" Must have seen her.
Sarah Connor	Sarah was on an unused road, a way back from the road proper. What are the odds that someone would wander over here? Pretty darn slim. Well, fuck. As if her injury wasn't enough, the fire was still crackling and destroying the evidence, and what does the universe send? But a nosy parker, coming out of his pickup, asking if she could use some help. That was a joke. The body was still looking like a body.. sort of - after all it was pretty burnt. It better be. The fuel she used wasn't normal fuel. Still, it looked like a burnt up body, slowly burning down to ashes. And she was covered in the remains of the fight, including a fairly large streak of blood staining her top over the lower right abdomen. Sure. She 'wanted' some else's help. Heck, he could be anotherTerminator. Wouldn't that be the cherry on the top of the whip cream? Carefully she judges the distance between her gun and herself. She figures she could do it in a pinch. "Nah, I've got it under control. May as well get back in your vehicle and bugger off." Not the politest response, but her gunshot was beginning to flare up in a big way and she just wanted him to be gone.
Jacen	The odds are good when someone lives in a huge city, but grew up living in the woods as much as a house. He pulls the pack over one shoulder and reaches up to touch the necklace. She can't see it since she is a normal human, she doesn't see a spirit beat appear before the cowboy and roar in silence at the world. He gets a clean look at her and nods,"Right I f'rget 'bout th' bullet proof people...evem though they bleedin'." he replies and eyes her for a moment. The blood is hard to miss at any range, particualrly for a professional. He turns and walks back to the truck, setting the pack on the hood and then crossing his arms, he leans on the truck. Not forcing anything, just waiting.
Sarah Connor	Sarah pulled her jacket around her. Fat lot of good. By now he had noticed the blood, and frankly her bomber jacket of leather not only wasn't keeping her warm, it was, like her top, saturated with blood. And he - whoever he was - was just leaning on his pickup truck, smiling. "You know, it's not nice to spy on people." By now, Sarah had determined he wasn't a terminator, and quite likely he wasn't someone from the FBI or SHIELD. But who was he? And why wasn't he worried about what she was burning out here in the middle of god forsaken nowhere? "I mean it really isn't nice. For all you know, you could be my next victim." If she were burning a real human. All the while, her gunshot was leaking fluids, and at this point Sarah wasn't sure if it was only blood. This could be a problem.
Jacen	He reaches back with his right hand and lifts the front quarter of the truck up, taking the tire off the ground. He lets it back down again and tells her,"Spyin' says I'm watchin' ya sneaky like. I'm jus' waitin' f'r th' blood loss ta take ya off y'r feet'n once ya pass out'n then I'll walk down there'n stop th' bleedin', call'n ambulance, an' make sure ya get to a hospital." He pats the pack on the truck hood. It has the blue EMS logo on it. Then he crosses his arms again and waits,"Either that'r you c'n let me patch ya up, take ya ta either th' hospital'r somewhere else'n make sure ya don' die."
Sarah Connor	Oh, That made Sarah perk up. "No hospital." And by the tone of her voice she was adamant. "I'm quite capable of wrapping myself u..p.. FUCK!" Regardless of what Sarah said, her gunshot wound had differing opinions. And it chose now to let them be known. "Fuck. Give me.. beneath the driver's seat there is a med kit." Never mind she was aware that he had one, and he seemed to be quite comfortable with her injury. Thank goodness her fire is finally burning itself out. She isn't sure if she could make it much longer. To hell with the man, and his smugness.
Jacen	He takes the pack in hand and starts to walk towards her,"How'd I know you'd say no hospitals?" he asks and really goes from self assured to willing to take care of her and be an attending physician as opposed to anything else. "Need ya ta sit down'n let me look't th' bullet hole. Right now I'm more interested'n stopping th' bleedin' then we'll check f'r concussion'r breaks." he explains softer, easier. He does have a decent bedside manner after all. "Y'r breathin' an' awareness'r aceeptable f'r now." He opens the pack and he has got things. A lot of things. Packing, bandaging, blood clotting agent...he's definately a pro,"I need ta see'f went through'r if we gotta try'n remove a bullet. That said, simple yes'r no. It's mandatory. Can I help you? Touch you?"
Sarah Connor	By this time, Sarah was in no shape to turn down the help. As it was,the gun's calibre is mentioned. Not one of the guns that he has seen. Weird. "It's through and through. I guess it's deeper than I thought. I was trying to get my.. uh.. suspect.. without getting the public involved. Figures, huh?" Despite her pain, she was aware, and calm. It is a good guess that this isn't her first gunshot wound. Probably not even her tenth. "The name's Sarah. Just Sarah." She nods for his permission. "Why were you out here anyways?"
Jacen	He listens to her while he takes time to pull her shirt up a little. A chip clip pins the shirt up and away from the wound so he doesn't have to cut it off or remove it. His gloved hand moves behind her and touches right behind the wound. Blood on the gloves and he nods,"Went through. That's good." Is there really a good gunshot wound? He frowns and takes out something that might surprise her. He takes some gauze to clean both sides, but the fact he produces two tampons and inserts one on each side just might take her by surpise. After that he starts checking the rest of her for bleeding and replies,"I'm guessin' since ya gotta suspect'n no hospitals means y'r either a deep cover, a criminal, or ya gotta death wish. I don' give a sh...don' care 'bout the first two. Not big on ya havin' a death wish so..." He looks up at her finally and says,"Ah'ight Sarah. I'm Jacen. I grew up'n th' rural Midwest'n when I ain' workin' I come out ta places like this ta protect m' sanity." he explains. "I ain' got no pain killers other'n ibuprofin. 800 mgs'll dent surgical pain so prolly th' best I c'n do for ya. Ya want it?"
Sarah Connor	You can tell she hurts, but, damn, she hides it very well. There is only a wince and a fuck when he cleans it out. But the rest she breathes through the pain. "At first I thought it had grazed me. No. The bastard got me good." Weirdly she watches what he does. "Ow. You can take me anyway you think that helps you sleep at night. But let's be clear, I don't have a suicidal bone in my body. And Tylenol and Ibu are fine. Nothing strongest than that." For the most, Sarah didn't take anything else just in case a terminator waltzed in. At least since she parted with Charley. "So you just.. happened to be out here? Just like that?"
Jacen	He does his best to negate the pain where he can, but there is only so much he can do. Once the holes have a tampon in them...well they do what they do. They fill the hole and stop the bleeding a great deal. He nods and takes out a bottle of ibuprofin and a bottle of water,"No more'n four. I don' wanna hafta take ya in f'r worse." He nods and adds,"I didn' take ya f'r suicidal, jus' makin' a point." he explains. He starts to wrap her with gauze and replies,"Yes ma'am. I needed th' peace'n quiet. If'd I'd turned left I'd found it. Lucky f'r you I turned right." he tells her simply,"I don' think ya lost enough blood f'r a transfusion, but what type are you? It don' matter I got th' universal donor in me, but rather not'f we c'n avoid it."
Sarah Connor	"A positive." While others may not know their type, the speed at which Sarah says it makes you wonder how often it has been important. "I was starting to be a bit afraid that it wasn't quite a through and through." As it is, she relaxes a bit, but she isn't out of the woods yet. As Jacen takes care of her wound, the fire has wound its way to only embers. No body left at all. Thank goodness. Sarah manages a laugh about finding her. "Most people wouldn't be quite so happy. Trust me. I would think about forgetting that you met me." Which makes her seem a criminal (which by all accounts she is). What she actually makes is that the terminators don't give a damn who they use to get her or her son, and by helping her he may have put a 'look at me' symbol over his head.
Jacen	He nods and makes sure things are controlled. He lets the chip clip free so the shirt hangs normal again,"Ah'ight. Y'r patched up's good's I c'n do out here. Ya don' wanna go't th' hospital I ain' interested'n forcin' ya. I hafta legally recommend ya go, but I ain' tryin' ta make ya." He frowns thoughtfully and looks back to the truck and then asks,"Can you walk ah'ight? Need help ta get up to th' truck?"
Sarah Connor	Sarah laughs quietly. "Once you've packed my wound, trust me, I've borne much worse than this. I'm pretty sure that I can make it home by myself. Thanks anyways. The shirt's ruined but I think I can selvedge my jacket." "Got to take care of the fire first." She nods that way with her chin.
Jacen	He shakes his head,"Not wantin' ta drive ya anywhere yet. Jus' rather walk up there th'n carry it down here. Y'r lips'r turnin' blue, nail beds too. Jus' wanna give ya oxygen f'r a few minutes'n see'f goes 'way an' stays away." He looks at the fire and nods,"Another reason I wanna take ya up ta th' truck'n not down here." he adds,"Rather not set off'n explosion. C'mon. See what ya got. I cain' leave ya like this. I know ya don' wanna go't th' hospital so let's get some air in."
Sarah Connor	"Gotta wait till it's out. Dangerous otherwise." Right on time Sarah began to shiver. "Tell you what, help me cover it up. The fire's done its job." Thank god. Thinking of how she would have had to lie.. Not that she had anything against lying. She was an expert, you know. But today might have been much more difficult. "Then you can walk me to the vehicle." As it was, she wasn't sure how she was going to lie about the gun that she had here.
Jacen	A nod and he says,"I'll come back while y'r breathin'." Finally he shakes his head and walks over to the fire. He gauges the burn and then steps back up to the truck. From the back seat he gets a shovel and walks back down to the fire. Quietly he starts to divide out the fire a little and then starts to cover it with dirt. "Y'r face turns blue y'r defin'tly y'r own worst enemry Sarah." he comments flatly. He still watches her peripherally while putting the fire out.
Sarah Connor	"Liar. It's not blue." Though her teeth were chattering. "I'll be fine once I get home. Someone will look after me. Promise." Except, Sarah was lying. John and Cameron were off doing things to get ready for the Human Resistance, leaving Sarah to hold down the fort alone. Really she had no real business that kept her here. But so far she kept the terminators away from John. So she stayed.
Jacen	"If it does turn blue I'm draggin' ya out." he replies and continues to cover the fire. He kneels down on the ground and touches it in a few places. If it's hot, he's too tough for his own good. He stands up and nods towards the truck,"C'mon. It's out. My Cherokee grandpa'd be satisfied. You can be too. You need a warm up and some O2. Come on." He pauses and says,"I'm a paramedic. I ain' no cop. I don' give a damn what trouble ya might be in. I wanna see'f I c'n get y'r color right'n see it hold. I'll take ya somewhere if you need, if not I'll leave ya to y'r own d'vices so long's I know y'r stable. Deal?"
Sarah Connor	Sarah follows him. "Listen, it really doesn't matter if you would rat on me. I have bigger problems than the FBI. I could lie and make up some story, but it all comes to you being in danger, and the fact that the next time I see you, you aren't likely to be you." She shrugs After a pause, she gives a short chuckle. "Figures. Charley was a paramedic too. It's how we got together." And why they broke up - the only way she knew how to save him from the danger that she was in, was to leave.
Jacen	He gets another bag out. Opening the end it is clear there is an oxygen tube. He hooks up a mask and hands it to her,"Hold't ta y'r face'r put't on. I don' much care which. Jus' wanna get some air in ya." He shrugs and admits,"I ain' got nothin' ta tell folks. Met a lady burnin' somethin', treated her f'r injuries, when I went ta put a few things away, she took off." Convenient that he gave her an escape corridor. A nod and he says,"CHarley's gotta rough gig, hope it does'm well." He goes to toss the shovel in the truck,"Gimme ten minutes here'n we'll see how ya look."
Sarah Connor	Sarah shakes her head, but says nothing. Maybe his story will work? Probably not,but she hasn't the heart to explain it to him. Especially explaining it would be including him by default, and did she want to do that to him? Probably not. Taking the mask off, she points out, "Charley was a good man." Better than she deserved. "He liked the job."
Jacen	He nods and puts the rest of the gear away,"Leave it on please." he tells her gently. Not trying to do anything other than help her. He digs out some wraps and soem bandages. Grabbing a WalMart bag he tosses them into the bag as well as a bottle of Ibuprofin,"SO when ya bail on me, take't with ya. No more'n 800 mg, no less th'n 6 hours apart'r ya ain' gonna a liver." He nods and adds,"It ain' a job it's a callin'...said that so many times ta former girfriends."
Sarah Connor	Sarah rolls her eyes, but she puts the mask back on. "I know what you mean." Of course, speaking through the mask makes her hard to hear. "We made it work. He had his calling. I.. I guess I had mine. It was good while it lasted." And since she had been gone she never looked him up.. just in case. It was the easiest decision to let him live free. And like today? Did she really want to drag him into the mess that was her life? Still, she thought of him periodically. Wondering how things might have been.
Jacen	Coming back around to her, he takes one hand, pressure on a fingernail bed. He nods and looks at the mask. Where the light came from is anyone's guess, but he shines one in each of her eyes and nods again. Looking down to where the fire was he says,"Y'r gonna bail on me. I ain' interested'n stoppin' ya. There's a business card in th' bag with th' cylinder. Take it. If ya ain' focused and back ta halfway normal by mornin', call me." With that he reaches up, tips his hat to her, and then starts to amble down to the burn zone.
Sarah Connor	Before he can go, Sarah memorises the name and phone number, and hand him back the card. "Thank you. I probably won't need it, but.." She shrugs.
Jacen	He nods and heads towards the fire site. Like he said before it is cooled off and out. A part of him is curious, but he doesn't look at it. After wandering around for a minute, he comes back to the truck. No surprise, Sarah is gone. He starts putting things back into the bags and reloading the truck. The power he drew closes down once he is driving again, the bear returning to his inert state. The bowboy is just a norma guy again. Tail lights trail off in the distance.