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2022-02-26
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2023-10-04
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Achilles Heel

Summary:

Set during S1 and somewhat AU - when John Smith is attacked in the alleyway…a security unit is ordered to take and protect Helen however, things are not as they first appear.

Notes:

Hey folks, I just finished a rewatch of TMITHC, I forgot how good the show was and completely fell back in love with John and Helen Smith.

And the first time, in a while that I have wanted to write again. There are times when I start on a particular fix but then my inspiration and drive…well, put it this way, there’s A LOT of abandoned fics so I hope that I can complete this idea.

Enjoy and would appreciate any/all constructive criticism/feedback👍

Chapter Text

“Halt!” Shouted a guard, who initially spotted movement and drew everyone’s attention to her.

Several guards who were patrolling the boarder, immediately stopped marching and automatically took aim with their guns.

There was a series of clicks from several guns, taking aim and ready to fire should the order be given. The commander raised his arm, steadying his men. 

The commander was confused although he had to admit the ingenuity of the resistance and what appeared to be a new approach, his dark steely eyes scanned the surrounding woodland area for the slightest movement, after all, this could be a diversion.

The dishevelled woman stumbled, having lost a shoe, some time ago, however she pushed through the pain. It appeared that the entire Reich guarding the boarder with the neutral zone had their weapons locked on her. Weakly, she raised her hands to indicate that she was unarmed and did not pose any threat.

Her wrists remained handcuffed which gained her some looks as she continued towards the American Reich boarder.

“Halt! Identify yourself! Now!”

She stopped, swaying slightly as her head felt lightheaded, overwhelmed by the crisp air and severe dehydration before collapsing to her knees, “H-help…”

Two soldiers rushed towards the wounded woman, one of them carrying a first aid kit.

“Are you hurt?”

”What’s your name?”

”Where did you come from?”

A barrage of questioning made her feel that she was being interrogated, the pulsating pain caused her to momentarily close her eyes. She had to focus, settle her racing mind, tell them.

She licked her chapped, dried lips, “Helen…m-my…name is Helen…Obergruppenführer Smith…is my husband!”