A/N: This is my first fanfic so...It pretty much starts right after the S2 finale. This is not what I think will happen, but what I want to happen. The Prologue speaks for itself. Disclaimer: I do not own anything T:SCC. Wish I did though.
July 1, 2013
Nothing had turned out like it was supposed to. Something had gone wrong. What he did not know, but he would find out. He was alone in the dark room. Nothing but the rats disturbed him. It had been a long time since he had been alone. It was nice in a way, but the reason for him being alone left him cold and broken.
He had not expected these results, but then again who could have. It was amazing that he had survived. The battle was lost before it had begun, but the resistance always fought on. Who knew if things would turn or not; they hadn't. In the end it had cost a great many lives for little gain. He had miscalculated, and that was rare. It had cost him a great deal more than anyone would ever suspect for he was alone, and would forever be alone. He had lost the one thing that he had sworn he would never lose. The one thing he cared for. The one thing he could not live without.
How could he have let this happen? This was one time that going back in time would not save him. What was lost was lost for good. He had lost his life, his meaning, his reason for existence. No, not his destiny for that would forever shadow him, but the means by which he remained human. He had lost his love, his heart, his soul, his being.
John Connor, "The Savior of Mankind," sat huddled in a corner alone as he wept for the first time since the war began. He vowed that he would find out what had happened and how these disastrous events had unfolded. He would be strong for that was what his love would want. The resistance would never be the same, for he would never be the same. He would find a way to fix this, and that started with finding a way to get out of here.
As far as he knew no one had ever escaped from Century, at least no one who lived to tell about it, but he would find a way. He had to find a way. He had to avenge his love. They would pay, they would all pay. Everyone thought that Judgment Day was hell, but that was before his love had been lost. They would wish for hell, for what he was going to do to them would make it pale in comparison.