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fandomtownies2007-07-07 12:55 pm
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James T. Kirk Memorial Causeway, Saturday Afternoon
There was a bit of a rumble, low pitched, as John rode the motorcycle at walking speed, sidecar-trailer thing affixed as a sidecar. His leather jacket looked heavy and worn. He flipped up the visor of the helmet, revealing a face that hadn't seen Fandom in over two years.
He hopped off the bike, leaving it running (you never know) and walked down the causeway, leather jacket and chaps creaking with each step in the silence of the waves.
"I'm here," he half-whispered. "I'm home."
It was Fandom. Now, he just had to find when he was.
John Connor's back! Open for pestering!
He hopped off the bike, leaving it running (you never know) and walked down the causeway, leather jacket and chaps creaking with each step in the silence of the waves.
"I'm here," he half-whispered. "I'm home."
It was Fandom. Now, he just had to find when he was.
John Connor's back! Open for pestering!