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T S C A | 2009 Christmas Contest

2009-10-17T04:21:28Z

TSCA will be hosting a 2009 Christmas Contest for all writers and readers, who love femslash TSCC fanfiction. The Christmas Contest will be inspired by artwork drawn by Anklebones aka 2headed_turtles . The contest will go online the first week of November 2009. There will be voting, winners, prizes, and plenty of excitement! Please see TSCA's tsca.redhope.net/contests/index.html page for more details.

TSCA hopes to see lots of creative entries for the holidays so please get geared up, TSCC writers!

Alien Resurrection x TSCC || Fanfiction: Untitled

2009-09-14T04:26:33Z

Okay, this is a crossover concept I had in my head after watching Alien Resurrection recently. I really like the Ellen Ripley character and the hybrid concept. I thought about doing a crossover where Ripley (the clone) meets Cameron Phillips, and they help each other out after they find out some ongoings on Earth. However, I do rework the ending to the movie where Call is actually killed by the Newborn.

Anyway, this is the opening chapter for my hairbrain idea. Whether I'll do anymore to it, I'm not sure just yet....

Enjoy!

Disclaimer & Notices
Copyright: The Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles characters and concept belong to James Cameron and Josh Friedman. However, I own the plot and other characters.
Notices: This story contains violence and sexual content.

Started: August 21, 2009

Untitled
by Red Hope

Prologue
Ripley clung tightly to the tie down straps despite the windy, cold pull hungrily lapped at her body. But she held stronger for just long enough before outer space's pull gave up on taking anymore victims than just a monstrous hybrid that she felt a connection with. Ripley's boots hit the grade, yet her attention was instantly drawn to the fallen android a few yards away. She rushed over to Call, who remained faced down on the floor.

Ripley sensed the truth once she knelt by the fallen woman. She refused to believe it until she rolled Annalee Call onto her back and found lifeless eyes staring back at her. She clenched her jaw, and her eyes racked down until she saw the gaping hole in the Auton's stomach that was made by the hybrid Newborn only moments ago. Ripley had been too late.

From Betty's shattered window, a stream of sunlight poured through and shined on the dead android's face. Slowly the light started warming the pale skin in a soft glow. But yet Call remained as a pretty little doll.

Ripley hesitantly withdrew from the dead android. The brief emotions on her face now faded away behind an iron mask. She climbed back to her feet then glanced at the view window that allowed for the beautiful sunlight. She approached the broken window and took in the natural beauty of Earth as the Betty dipped out of the clouds. She couldn't deny that it was extraordinary and temporarily chased away her darker thoughts.

However, the Betty angrily wrenched in midair and tossed about its contents. Ripley hit the floor harshly and slammed the back of her head against the metal floor. Her vision was sprinkled by white spots then a dull ache started behind her head. She groaned and blinked a few times. But again the space ship lurched just as hard.

"Ripley, Call!" Johner's voice boomed over the loud speaker. "You better fuckin' hold on cuz we're going down!"

The clone barely registered the fair warning, but she gathered her inhuman strength and popped onto her boots. She silently cursed at Johner and Vriess's nonexistent skills at flying the ancient tin can. She started back towards the ship's helm, but she was tossed into the air more violently than last time. She gave a low cry before she hit the ship's bulkhead.

Before Ripley could get up, she was rolled across the holding compartment along with various dangerous objects. She sensed the ship was nose diving straight down, and she only had one chance before impact. She came right at the tie down straps again and snared them with her long fingers then tangled herself in them.

The Betty whistled down to the Earth at an alarming rate that couldn't be stopped beyond a miracle. Behind it was a thick trial of smoke and a tail of fuel that thickened up in the cold atmosphere before it fell too. The star ship gained incredibly speed on it's earthly plunge.

Ellen Ripley clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and wasn't sure what god to pray to now that she was both human and Xenomorph. She could only rely on her superior genetic makeup to save her once the ship crashed into the Earth, which would not be so forgiving.

Her ears rung from Betty's powerful whistle. She almost thought her human heart would burst from her chest much like her children could do in their hosts. She dug her black nails deeper into the straps and gave a yell.

The Betty tore through the planet's atmosphere with a bright red nose. It plummeted towards the beautiful green lands only a few thousand feet below. But the Betty was pushed on an angle by both the winds and the pilots until it finally smashed into a wall of water. The ship's cockpit window was shattered upon impact, and water immediately began swallowing the fuselage. Gradually, the Betty was being absorbed by the murky water.

Back in the cargo bay, Ripley was struck by a rush of water that went past her waist. She fully operated on her instincts and acted as a caged wild animal hunting for an escape. She desperately swam over to the sealed cargo bay door that the Newborn hybrid had used to access the ship. Once there, she fought with the shorted control panel before she put her fist through it.

Ripley snarled because the control was useless, and she only had seconds left before the water went past her face. She already had the rushing water above her breasts. She grabbed the door then gave a low cry. Her arm muscles bulged against the strain.

The cargo door groaned against the hybrid's superior strength. Inch by inch it started rising higher up and allowed the dark water to further flood the Betty at an accelerated rate. Finally it stilled once it was several feet off the floor.

Ripley popped up above the water that already covered her face. She gulped what she hoped was enough air then dove in front of the door. She grabbed the open ledge, pulled her sleek body through, and launched off into the dark water that was dimly lit by the ship's flickering lights. She stole a fast glance at the sinking ship but saw no other signs of life. She never considered the others because she operated on her survival instincts. Finally the water was pitch black once the ship's lights went dead.

There was no reference to the surface other than Ripley knew she wanted to go opposite of the ship. She was fast through the water thanks to her fit body and sleek form. However, her lungs began to burn and her chest ached for fresh air. Ripley could sense her body slowing down, but she pushed harder in response. She then made out streams of light that gave her hope. The Hell she was going to drown to death after fighting and surviving more than her fair share of Aliens.

The water's surface still rippled from the ship's earlier impact and countless bubbles popped up here or there. Then a small circle of bubbles formed in one spot until the surface was broken by a surge. Then finally Ellen Ripley was freed from the darkness into the afternoon sunlight. She gasped for fresh terrestrial air for the first time that relieved her hot lungs.

The hybrid remained afloat in the water for a few seconds then she swam to the shoreline that was a few hundred yards away. Ripley found her boots hitting the muddy bottom, and she stumbled towards the mossy land. Behind her was a trail of water as she moved further from the water's edge. She collapsed to the ground near a tree. She pressed her back against the trunk and stared back at the water that was now eerily still. There were no signs that just moments ago a star ship had crashed into it.

Ripley kept her right leg straight but bent her left one. She rested her hand on her knee cap and continued staring at the water that reminded her of space. She only felt her heartbeat become more normal but a faint chill settled over her body. She hopelessly waited for either Johner and Vriess to break through the water. But after a few minutes, she indeed accepted that she was alone, again.

Ripley dropped her head against the smooth trunk and a shudder escaped between her lips. She closed her eyes and muttered, "Welcome to Earth." She considered how she could be so cursed not only from her first life but in this cloned one too. Nothing was ever easy and anybody that came into her life quickly left it in a painful manner. At such bitter thoughts, Ripley was plagued by images of the crew from the Betty, the Newborn hybrid, and Annalee Call's peaceful face. But she then pictured her predecessor clone, Number 7, who had begged Ripley to kill her out of pure mercy.

Ripley was hit by a wave of anger that overwhelmed her. She hastily stood up as if her emotions lifted her. She harshly dug her black nails into the tree's trunk, dropped her head back, and suddenly released a scream that clawed against her delicate throat and yet it felt so good too. Ripley fueled her scream with all her mounted pain from a mixed past that transformed her cry into an inhuman roar that came from the Alien in her. Her terrifying roar launched birds in a fright then all went deathly silent after Ripley fell to her knees.

The hybrid defeatedly hung her head and breathed hard for several moments. She then dropped onto her knees before she tumbled to the soft grass from exhaustion. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the tree's green canopy in a blurry view. Ripley was both mentally and physically drained so maybe she could rest, for a minute. Just one peaceful minute, Ripley thought before she drifted into a gray world.

To be continued.

OT || 1960 Chevrolet Impala

2009-08-03T01:14:47Z

I totally blew the past four hours or more foaming at the mouth at the 1960 Chevrolet Impala. And the 1959 Chevrolet Impala is not that far off either. Who could have thought an old car could look so sexy? lol Here I thought my 1986 Mercedes Cosworth was hot shit, but it ain't got anything on these old Impalas. Well, I guess I'll have to keep dreaming until I can afford $35,000+ of stunning metal beauty. I'll just have to endure it by writing Cameron and Sarah riding one in the fanfiction - hot idea! haha!

1960 Chevrolet Impala

1959 Chevrolet Impala

TSCC || Fanfiction: Be Careful What You Wish For (Complete)

2009-08-01T14:40:07Z

Disclaimer: I do not own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles or any of the characters associated with the show.
Notices: This story contains femslash content.
AN: This is a type of nanofiction that's called 55 Fiction, which must have fifty-five words. It must also have five elements: 55 words or less, a setting, one or more characters, conflict, and a resolution. I thought I'd try challenging myself since I can only seem to write long, long, long epics!

Started: August 1, 2009
Ended: August 1, 2009

Series: One Shot, #3

Be Careful What You Wish For
by Red Hope

One night, Sarah contemplated the night sky. She saw a shooting star and made a wish, for her soul mate. The next day, John and Cameron went to school. A shooter attacked John, but Cameron shielded him. The autopsy stated Cameron died from a bullet to the head. Sarah forever raged against the evil stars.

The End

TSCC || Fanfiction: Sergeant Young of Palmdale (Incomplete)

2009-08-01T02:36:11Z

So I thought I'd try posting one of my back-burner fanfictions that I toyed with for a day. It's actually a sequel to The Last Terminator that picks up about two months where that story ended. I got about five pages into it then just left it alone, for now. I'm worried if I open that can any wider then I'll be starting a third series. Do I really need that with my TSCC fanfiction? Ugh... my TSCC stuff is gonna look like my XWP series lists. Geez.

Well, here's the first few pages. And be warned it is very rough too so good luck!

Sergeant Young of Palmdale
by Red Hope

The Conqueror glowed and flickered like gold thanks to the wild flames from the campfire. She had a dazed expression, her eyes glossy, and she was still in the same spot for awhile. Along her right side, she had a rifle's buttstock leaning against her thigh which she lightly balanced with her fingertips. She was plenty warm between the fire and her camouflage jacket that she left unzipped. Underneath it, she wore a black, short sleeve top that was form fitting and her pants were dark green with a few worn spots.

Beyond the secure circle of the camp, the forest was inky black without any moon and the stars hidden by the clouds. The air was crisp tonight after an earlier thunderstorm, and the few mosquitoes left didn't bother looking for food. However, there were a few other bug chirps or squeaks out in the woods tonight then a rather distant wolf cry.

The lone human had stolen away from her recently conquered city after much debate with the commander. She nearly had to take him at knife point so that he would listen and listen well at that, but he gave into her decision when she stretched her hand towards her bowie knife. For the past roller coaster months, the Conqueror was trying for Serrano Point and miserably failing each time. She often placed the blame on the commander, Derek Reese, for his lack of foresight.

But she wouldn't admit her own recent defects such as losing focus on the plans for Serrano Point. Ever since Cameron Phillips, she could not straighten her mind out and get Serrano Point from the enemy. She felt possessed with irrational thoughts or she wasted time recalling that heated night with her enemy. She felt like she was addicted to that night and aching for Cameron's touch. At night, she even fantasized Cameron saying her given name during another sexual encounter between them. Then the only way to find any sleep after such fantasies was to resort to masturbation because the Conqueror refused anymore lovers in her bed since two months ago.

Damn that terminator, the Conqueror internally fumed. Now she understood the meaning behind a hate-love relationship because she surely was entangled in one. Why in Hell was she becoming this weak, with the enemy? Each day, her temper flared up higher because she was obsessing, and she ended up taking it out on anybody she could, such as her officers. On occasions, she caught their whispers about how her mental state seemed shaky without any explanation. She didn't like her well-being, mental or physical, being questioned by anybody, especially her officers. But she also had no qualms with correcting them both verbally and with unofficial punishment.

In only a week, the Conqueror decided she would indeed hunt down the last terminator. She just had a minor issue that blew up larger as she went along. She'd discovered that it was nearly impossible to find the terminator's invisible trail. She'd dealt with needles in a haystack in the past and always won. But hunting Cameron Phillips was like looking for an irregular grain of sand at a beach; there was no such thing. Her officers also noticed her new obsession to find the infamous terminator, who many believed really didn't exist and was just merely folklore invented by the free machines. Just earlier this week, the Conqueror received the thirteenth update stating the lack of data on Cameron Phillips, and she promptly threw the desk chair across the room and nearly struck the reporting soldier.

Finally after much internal struggle and questionable rational, the Conqueror went to the only and last source that could possible have a connection to Cameron Phillips. She never touched the source because she feared it would be lost so she kept it to herself until just earlier this week. On a late night, the Conqueror snuck through the city and went to the business place of Denis Henry Smith. She cornered him only after nearly kicking his office door in, but he brought the Conqueror into his meager establishment.

The Conqueror could still recall Denis Smith's calm demeanor and how his eyes glowed so smugly like he held immortality just beyond the Conqueror's grasp, and he dangled it, tauntingly. For the most part, she'd stayed relatively casual yet suspected he probably heard a few of her occasional snarls. After much prodding and mild threats, the Conqueror made headway because Denis Smith offered that he might be able to contact the terminator. He didn't swear it and told her to come back tomorrow for an answer to the Conqueror's demand on the terminator. Needless to say, the Conqueror's message was sent, retrieved, and answered so here she escaped to the woods as she promised the terminator.

A few yards from the campfire, the Conqueror's bedroll and blankets waited for her along with a filled pack of her belongings for the night's outing. A fallen tree trunk was set nearer and a plate of half eaten dinner was left behind. The Conqueror had too many knots in her stomach that she could barely ingest anything without it putting an ache in her chest. She mentally chastised herself for being this way about her meeting with the terminator. But she sharply broke from her thoughts when she picked out the faint footsteps coming to the camp.

The Conqueror swung up her plasma rifle from her side, raised it off to the left, and gently titled her head to get her sights ready. She listened to the low hum from her rifle as it charged up, ready to fire from a light finger pull. She narrowed her eyes and carefully watched for the source of noise. Her heart drummed against her taut chest. Then her knees slightly weakened as if she were worn from a great battle out on the field once her fixed sight aligned on her greatest enemy. Now she felt less crazy because the last terminator was indeed real and alive since that night felt surreal.

The last terminator, Cameron Phillips, had entered the lit circle made by the campfire's golden flames. She stood tall and proud despite her simple attire of boots, jeans, a light blue polo, and her same brown leather jacket. She had her hair down but the ends fluttered from a passing breeze. Her eyes were rather dark thanks to the evening.

"You wished to speak to me," the terminator first started. But she cocked her head and added, "Under terms of truce." She studied the charged rifle aimed directly at her.

The Conqueror was unmoving and stared down the sight at her enemy, who she'd been frustratingly tormented by for two months now. She was breathing hard while her hot blood burned in her veins.

Cameron held her ground, folded her arms, and waited to see what would pan out. She wondered if the Conqueror had any honor left or would break the offer for a temporary truce.

"Sixty-one days," the Conqueror angrily stated. "I've wasted sixty-one goddamn days." She flexed her grip on the black rifle but never lost her target. "On you, fucking Phillips."

The terminator remained silent and her features were masked cold just like her eyes.

"I cannot stop reliving that night." The Conqueror had a crinkled brow, her clenched teeth flashed occasionally, and she had wildness in her eyes. "I go over and over what you said to me in the morning." She held silent for a beat but hotly whispered, "If your mission is to drive me to insanity then you're succeeding."

Cameron slightly raised her chin and processed her human's frustrated rant. She realized it was probably the most the Conqueror had said to her at once and also rather revealing too.

"I want to turn you into metal dust as much as beg you to fuck me senseless," the Conqueror grounded out. She swallowed against the formed lump in her throat. "What the Hell am I suppose to do with this huh?" Her voice was rising due to her temper. "What's the goddamn solution since you created this?"

The terminator unfolded her arms and suggested, "Perhaps to start it would be best to lower the rifle."

"So you can wring me by my neck again?" the Conqueror darkly jabbed.

"I will not," Cameron refuted. "I am unarmed."

"You're a fucking terminator... you're a walking weapon," the human leader snapped. She still wouldn't relinquish her gun or at least lower it.

Cameron gave a faint sigh then reminded, "I am here under an agreed truce, but apparently you are not."

The Conqueror shifted on her feet some but reminded, "I don't exactly feel the truce after how we met."

The terminator tasted her human's sarcasm. "I do not believe a formal meeting would have worked otherwise."

"You sure as Hell picked a great alternative," the Conqueror snarled.

The terminator was actually growing frustrated by the down spiraling conversation that could end badly. "I did not agree to this type of meeting."

"Funny how I didn't agree to our last one," the human harshly needled.

Cameron slotted her eyes then started moving and declared, "This meeting is terminated." She was headed back to the woods. But she made out that distinct prefire to the actually shot that made her jump away despite she was safely far enough. She knelt down, hands spread on the ground, and she turned on the balls of her feet. She glanced at the plasma burn on the nearby tree about a yard away then looked at the angry human.

Sarah had adjusted the sight to the knelt terminator. "I swear to you if you walk out of this camp before we settle this then I'll do worse than capture Serrano Point. I'll melt that nuclear power plant down so it lays waste to LA." She was obviously serious by the conviction in her tone. "And I won't care how many humans die from it."

The terminator knew the threat was solid especially coming from a woman who had nothing to live for but revenge. She very slowly stood back up and stated, "I will stay."

"Good decision." The Conqueror took a few steps closer to compensate for Cameron's distance. "Now, what's the solution, oh super smart computer?"

Cameron took a steady breath in hopes it'd settle her systems. She knew that the Conqueror was just trying to get under her liquid metal. Also, how she infiltrated the Conqueror's city, security, and life didn't bolster well right now. She just had to weed through this carefully to right the ship.

The Conqueror was getting a bit impatient and amusingly mentioned, "I'm really leaning on turning you into metal dust."

"But I will kill you first," Cameron argued. "You cannot fire upon me enough to kill me before I get to you."

"That as sure as Hell not gonna stop me from trying." Sarah then revealed a dark grin too. "Besides, I told my commander if I didn't come back tomorrow morning that he's to make sure the nuclear power plant goes into melt down." She chuckled and shrugged. "Just a little insurance after your last stunt."

Cameron wasn't totally concerned by such a threat because she could rectify it. However, she didn't like how the Conqueror had made such plans.

The human leader was now smug and huffed at the terminator's obvious displeasure. "I'm just being the monster you called me. I don't want to disappoint you now."

But Cameron wasn't baited and instead stated, "The latter of the choices is most logical."

The Conqueror was amused and mocked, "I'm sure." But she took a step to the left but kept her rifle aimed at the terminator. "What's the logic for your pick?"

The terminator expected such a question and had already compiled her reasons. "If you destroy me then it will do nothing to end the war, for you or me."

"How you figure?" the Conqueror narrowed her eyes. "I get your head and dangle it from my side by your wires for all to see. I think that's one trophy piece worth putting on my mantle."

Cameron wasn't deterred by her human's sharp tongue. "I am more than a leader to my people. I am a belief to them. If you destroy me, I will become a martyr to my people, and they will be inspired."

"Inspired machines doesn't really interest me," the Conqueror conceded.

"If you go with the latter choice, at least you will buy time to decided what to do about me." Cameron could tell her human's mental gears were crunching the possibilities. "If anything, you will surely be able to better focus on your war."

"Exactly what you want huh?" the human taunted. "Neither choice seems like a plus for you."

"Neither choice breaks me," the terminator stated.

The Conqueror suspiciously watched her enemy while she mulled over Cameron's last words. She didn't quite understand it, but she decided in due course she would figure it out. She then back tracked and tested, "You make this seem like an offer."

"Indeed," the terminator muttered. She then took a few approaching steps but halted at Sarah's raised eyebrow. "We both know you want this."

"Don't be so sure of yourself." The Conqueror licked her dry lips.

"But I am," the terminator argued, "because you wouldn't have gone to this risk to have a meeting... out here." She looked from the rifle to her human. "You cannot understand why you want this so badly but only that you do want it. You wish to rationalize away why it's okay to want this... to have this between us."

The Conqueror grounded her teeth for a bit because the terminator was too perceptive. Her internal struggle resurfaced and briefly her eyes fluttered against rising memories about that night with Cameron. She focused on her enemy and hotly ordered, "There have to be rules... I need rules."

The terminator saw her opening with the human leader now. She nodded then promised, "You state them then I will follow them."

The Conqueror's mind was working very fast now. "We always meet at night in the location I pick."

Cameron simply nodded and continued listening.

"You have to leave by dawn," the human continued. "You cannot bring any weapons. You do not wait to follow me anywhere." She kept thinking and added, "There's no attachment to this of any kind."

"Yes," Cameron agreed to it all.

"Neither of us will bring anybody with us," the Conqueror ordered. She considered her list. "We don't talk politics or about the war... it stays outside of this."

The terminator finally brought up a rule. "You are to bring weapons, especially if we are out here like this."

The Conqueror had expected quite the opposite, but she just nodded. "And we will be under a truce honor when we meet like this. I will honor it, fully."

Cameron knew this to be the truth now. "Anything else?"

The Conqueror thought about it then quickly commanded, "This will stay between us; nobody finds out. Or I swear..." She clenched her teeth.

Cameron bowed her head and replied, "I understand." She held the Conqueror's dark jade eyes. "I accept all the rules."

The Conqueror lowered her gun and replied, "I accept them and swear to them on my son's grave." She pulled back on the rifle's charge safety and shut it down. She kept it at her side and walked away from her enemy.

T B C ?

Does this thing still post...

2009-07-31T02:31:39Z

I haven't posted to here in... since forever. So, I thought I'd give it a shot again. My only rambles are that I'm keeping busy with TSCC fanfiction and still straying from the XWP works. But other projects include starting up The Sarah Connor Annals that I hope will get uploaded at some point. It's a cumbersome job to find, log, and track all the femslash TSCC fanfictions out there, but I think it'll be worth wild venture. Perhaps some TSCC readers will jump on the bandwagon and help with tracking them later on.

I'm also doing a co-author with 4kennedy that already looks fricken awesome. I get the giggles just doing this! :) Otherwise, I'll have to try posting some fanfiction up on here. Or maybe some TSCC fanfiction I've started and set on the back burners. Until then...

Xena || My Fanfiction: To Take What is Mine

2007-11-08T04:51:21Z

So, I've been rather thrilled with how well To Take What is Mine has been doing with my readers. It's such a great story to write and... just dream about each time I go to bed. That's where the heck half of the plot line comes from... quiet nights in bed. :) Now I'm on Chapter 20, and the big battle is in place. I can't even quite tell yet whether or not Gabrielle will make it out of this one. Somebody is going to die. Definitely.

I think I've decided this story and To Find What was Mine have been my favorite to write. It's just different to take Xena and Gabrielle, make them friends as kids, and write out a chunk of their life. It's honestly made them my own characters in some way. They're similar to the show, of course, but yet I've spent so much time, energy, and creativity into making them my own too. So it's just neat to do. Hopefully the end of this story will have it all... even a nice twist. ;)

-Red Hope

Heroes || Episode: Out of Time

2007-11-08T04:44:15Z

My god, Niki what were you thinking? Oh she sure wasn't thinking. Geez! I think Niki is more crazy when she doesn't have Jessica around to protect her ass. I can't believe Niki stabbed herself with the virus. I mean really. I would have just dropped the darn needle, and it'd been fine. And of course Mohinder's blood is no good now! I did get a kick out of seeing Niki punch open the door. Nice!

It was fairly good episode though. I figured Adam Monroe was Takezo Kensei. This'll be interesting to see how he's survived for so long. And Peter better get himself together, asap. The episode did leave out Sylar, Maya, and her brother. So, when does Mr. Bennet get his? Hmmmm.

-Red Hope

Heroes || My Fanfiction: Sequel

2007-11-04T02:53:45Z

So, it looks like my Heroes story, The Urge to Merge, is going well with readers. I didn't really expect it do well, but I'm glad it has. I think I may have to continue the adventure of Toni Kevin as my OC. I really like how I've developed her, and she seems to connect well with Niki and Jessica. Now I just have to decided what the sequel should be about....

I was thinking I'd follow the tv series somewhat. Since Toni's power is similar (not quite) to Sylar's it would be interesting to see how a "good" version of Sylar is. Plus with what's been happening to Niki and Jessica in the show would play well into my fanfiction. First though, I definitely need to develop the relationship between Toni and Niki/Jessica. Now how in the world does one date a person, who has two personalities? This will be so interesting!

-Red Hope

Heroes || Episode: The Line

2007-11-03T01:58:06Z

So, I watched the recent Heroes episode "The Line", and I seriously couldn't decide what's happened to Niki & Jessica Sanders. I was excited to see 'em back in action, but obviously something has happened to Niki or Jessica. I've gotten into a few debates with other Heroes Fans, and a lot of folks thinks it's Jessica in control. Personally, I don't see how it could be Jessica after she showed up in a prior episode and tried to choke Bob to death.

To me, the weird thing is that Niki has blue to gray eyes. At the end of "The Line" I took a close look, and she definitely has brown eyes! Maybe I'm just a bit nutty, but I swear something is up with that. Every detail in that show has been important. My best friend keeps thinking that it's not really Niki or Jessica... he thinks it a shape shifter like Candice. I told him she's suppose to be dead (but that never means anything!). I think it'll be interesting. Either way, I hope Niki or Jessica snaps out of it!

Go Jessica and Niki! :)
-Red Hope