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[reaper2point0]

John hailed a cab and sank into the backseat, exhaling dejectedly.
He'd had high hopes for some good news from the guy he'd just met, but
it turned into another dead end. He knew there had to be some way for
him to get back to his own time and bring Sam back with him. Eve was
getting worse and he hoped that Sam would be able to help her.

For the first time since the death of his parents, he wished he'd gone
into medicine as his father and mother wanted, instead of joining the
Marines. Then again, if he had, he wouldn't be here, because he would
never have gone on the rescue mission to Olduvai. Feeling the
beginnings of a headache himself only served to make him that much
more determined to find something, anything that would allow him to
help Eve.

Staring out at nothing in particular, John had a sudden flash of
inspiration…Snake Plissken. The man seemed to have resources that
Reaper couldn't come close to duplicating, as well as being out of his
own time himself and he might just know someone who could provide John
with a ticket home, preferably round trip. Giving the cabbie the
address of Snake's shop he relaxed slightly, feeling at least a little
hopeful.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Deal with Lucifer and you deal with the being put deception and lies on the board. Snake sighed. I got other avenues though, might work.

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"I need anything that'll work." John looked at the truck. "What's up with this heap?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

All you can do is ask see if his price is worth it. Snake glared at the truck. Something is fucked in the wiring and be damned if I can find it.

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John shrugged out of his jacket and peeled down to a white wifebeater. "Got tester handy? I can give her a look. My Grandfather had something like her on the farm and I used to tinker with it, keep it running."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

It's on the seat. Snake shrugged. Have a go at it.

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Crawling under the dashboard, John began by visually checking the connection. "So you deal with Lucifer much?" He asked.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Snake went around to the passenger side and got in so he could watch. All the time unfortunately.

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"So you gotta know some way of getting what you want at least some of the time, or you wouldn't keep dealing with him." John said, stripping the sheath off the wire he had disconnected from the harness. "Here's the problem, the wire looks good from the outside, but the copper filaments are broken inside the sheath."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Success varies. Snake sighed. That and I can't get away from him. He comes looking for me.

Snake looked over the wire scowling at it. Swore I checked that one. Damn.

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"Easy one to miss. Only reason I knew to check it first is one summer I worked on Grandpa's truck for three weeks before I found out that this little bastard was my problem." John replaced the wire and grinned at Snake. "So what do you do when the son of a bitch comes looking for you?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

I'll remember it now. Snake smiled. Tell him to go fuck himself. Which he doesn't like much but then I don't care.

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"You tell the Prince of Darkness to go fuck himself and you're still breathing. I'm impressed." John chuckled slightly.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

I got an edge. He kills me, fucks his own plans. Snake smiled. I wouldn't back down even if he could kill me. I hate his arrogant shit.

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"Damn, when I grow up I wanna be just like you." John joked. "Seriously, I have known some guys with serious balls but that takes the cake."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

I ain't letting anyone tell me shit. Even him, especially him.

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"I hear you. If you make your own choices then you're the only one to blame for mistakes, right?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Not my mistakes I'm worried about.

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John turned the key and the truck started up. "So whose mistakes are you worried about?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Everyone else's. Snake smiled. Thanks for fixing this damned thing.

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"Be nice if everything was so easy once you track down the problem." John frowned. "Eve's a lot worse off than she let's on, Snake. I have to find a way to get her some real help."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Would be nice. Looks worried. What's wrong with her?

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"The headaches she's been having. They're getting worse." John leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. "Nothing helps."

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Snake frowned. You only try drugs so far?

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"As far as I know, she's tried everything either of us can think of." John bit the inside of his lip.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

There are a few other options I can think of. If we could find a telepath might help or the machine they used on me in the asylum though you'd need a doctor to run it and I don't like doctors.