Terminator Genisys doesn't belong to me

Fated

Kyle Reese turned in his makeshift bed. He was having a hard time falling asleep. It had been another long hard day but at least it had been a good day for the resistance. They had finally blown up a power plant that they had been working towards for months. He was tired, obviously, and they'd had a bit of a celebration which should have ensured that he fall asleep as soon as his head hit the hard excuse for a bed but no. Not tonight.

"Can't sleep, can you?"

He looked up to see his mentor, leader and friend, looking down at him.

"No," Kyle forced a smile.

John Connor nodded. "I've found that it's even harder to sleep after a victory."

"Yeah," Kyle replied, "it's ridiculous, isn't it?"

"My mother taught me that when you win that's when you have to fight hardest," John told him.

Kyle sat up. All pretense of sleep gone. John was probably going to tell him another amazing story about his mother, Sarah Connor. He liked this part about downtime best, when he and John managed to curve out a space of their own inspite of the bustle and hustle around them and he heard the stories about Sarah Connor. She was the truly the most fascinating woman he'd ever heard of and not for the first time he wished that he had known her.

"You want to see what she looked like?" John asked him.

Kyle nodded. Finally, he could have a face to put the stories and more importantly he could get to know her better. It was pathetic really; but he was slowing falling in love with a dead woman, an older dead woman, and worse his friend's dead mother. He knew it was wrong, on so many levels, and it was betrayal to his friend and leader but Kyle couldn't help himself and now he was going to finally have a face.

"She's beautiful," he said as he stared at the picture.

John looked at him curiously and then he smiled slowly, "that she certainly is."

"She must have been pretty young," Kyle made himself say. Of course, he knew that she'd been very young; John had already told him that story.

"Sometimes I wonder if she would be proud of the man I've become," John said.

"Of course she would," Kyle replied immediately, "you're a great leader. And I am very proud of you if that counts for anything."

An expression Kyle couldn't quite catch crossed his friend's face and then he became the stoic leader again. "Thank you soldier, goodnight."

"Good night, John," Kyle replied, "here," he handed back Sarah's picture. He really wanted to keep the picture but it certainly wouldn't look good if he kept his friend's mother's picture.

"Keep it," John said.

"I couldn't," Kyle protested. "It's the only picture you have of your mother."

"I have my mother in my heart, where it counts the most," John said. "Keep it."

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"Get into the car soldier."

Bullets were flying around in the store and Kyle looked at the young woman driving the truck. He couldn't believe it. He was finally face-to-face with Sarah Connor.

Of course he'd known that he would see her. That it was he'd traveled back to 1984 after all, but still nothing had prepared him for what he would feel when he saw her. She was even more beautiful in the flesh.

"Sarah Connor?" he asked tentatively, maybe he was wrong. She was supposed to be a waitress, wasn't she?

"And you're Kyle Reese, a soldier of the resistance, sent back to rescue me," she told him.

"You know who I am?" Kyle was confused. Was she supposed to know who he was?

"Yes."

Kyle sat back and closed his eyes. Things were not happening the way he had thought they would. He didn't know if that was a bad thing but right now he was glad – he'd finally met Sarah Connor.

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