This story came to me while I was sleeping last night after watching the season and possibly series finale of Terminator. It just baffles me how this amazing show is not getting the viewers it needs for Fox to renew it. Rumor has it that if the fourth movie is a huge blockbuster hit, Fox will renew the series… but you didn't hear it from me. This takes place right after John travels to the future. He has to deal with a Cameron/Allison that doesn't know who he is and Weaver who can only be seen when no one else is around. I hope you like it!! Please read and REVIEW! I am challenging EVERYONE (yes I put it in caps) who reads this story to review. Tell me your opinion, give me your ideas, and just say SOMETHING! I have to have inspiration as well as praise or I won't have any motivation to go on.

John's mind felt numb after everything he had been through. Almost getting killed by that flying machine that had crashed into ZeiraCorp, and then traveling through time into the future. Both times he had stepped into the time machines, they had left him in a state of confusion. It was like his brain had been disassembled and then reassembled together the wrong way. From previous experience, he knew that it would soon fade. He was aware of Derek, Cameron, and… his father.

It couldn't be true. No one remembered him; no one knew who he was. John Connor didn't exist in their timeline. Cameron was dead, but she was here. It was so confusing to him. His thoughts were scattered, only coming to him in brief fragments.

He felt his mind slowly returning to normal and his vision sharpening. He could see things with more detail now. Everyone looked younger. Derek had chubby cheeks and baby face, something John wouldn't have imagined before now. The Derek he knew was too troubled to look like that. He had been through much and was so jaded. Compared to that Derek, this one looked like he had no worries.

His father was looking at him curiously, probably wondering why he was looking in a messed up mirror. Kyle's eyes squinted like he was trying to figure out the answer to a difficult math problem but it was alluding him. John knew that this was going to be hard to explain.

"Who are you again?" His father asked suspiciously.

"John Connor," he replied evenly. He made a mental note to figure out how to explain this later. John knew that he couldn't tell the truth. They would probably kill him or lock him up for fear of him being a headcase. No one wants to be around a crazy person. His mother was a prime example of that.

"Right."

"We can discuss this later. We aren't safe here. We need to get back to the base," Derek called from his position guarding the door. A loud buzzing noise could be heard above them.

"Agreed. Sorry if you are going to have to run in that," Kyle yelled back, beckoning John to follow him.

John's thoughts reluctantly turned to the teenager next to his father. She was still petting the German Sheppard slowly, running her long fingers through its hair again and again. Her movements weren't as mechanical as he was used to. In fact, her fluidity threw him off. He could be sure that it wasn't his Cameron. She hadn't stuck up for him like he knew she would have. She looked at him curiously, but at the same time, she looked so relaxed.

Everyone started walking hastily, their pace being slowed considerably by the constant threat of being found. They were continuously checking their backs, making 360 turns to make sure they weren't being followed. His talks with Cameron had provided a little insight into life in the future, but not much. It was common for terminators to follow unsuspecting people back to a base to find out its location. From there, the terminators would either destroy it or put one of their own in a position of power to find out secrets that would bring down the rest of the Resistance.

Four kilometers later, they arrived at a large building.

"This is the base?"

"No, the base is underground." One of the men grabbed walked up to a back entrance and knocked quietly on the door.

"Password?" A husky voice asked.

"Velveeta," the dark haired man answered.

"Interesting method of identification, but not very effective," John whispered to himself.

"Maybe not, but it has been working for us so far," Derek said.

"If one of them needed to gain access all they would have to do is listen in and come up with a convincing human disguise. They would be in, and they would bring you down. Another mistake is only posting one guard. If he was taken by surprise, then you would have no warning of an impending attack."
"Those are good ideas, and I will bring them up to the people in charge. But don't you mean us? You happen to live here now, unless you are planning to relocate. The nearest base is twenty miles away, and I highly doubt that anyone is going to take you there."

John shook his head and walked into the building guardedly. He was always watching his own back. He was so sick of it. There was a large staircase, by no means fancy, that seemed to lead to a door on the lower level. He strode towards the door quickly, opening it up for the rest of them.

Derek walked by and nodded at him. He didn't know what to think of this new John kid. He wanted to be suspicious of him, but it was so hard. He just had one of those faces or something. He knew Derek's name, even acted surprised when he didn't know John's. He resolved to get to know this kid better. If he was some kind of a spy, Derek wanted to keep an eye on him.

Kyle walked by next and smiled weakly at John. John's mind raced, still trying to figure out an explanation. Kyle gave him an apologetic, but curious look. Now wasn't the time for talking, but they both knew that he needed to explain this somehow.

Two more men scurried past, eyeing his face. He figured they were trying to figure out the relationship between him and Kyle. The resemblance was undeniable, and John cursed the stars that he looked more like his father than his mother.

Lastly, Cameron bounced by. She was the only one to say anything.

"Hi."

"Hey."

"My name's Allison. You're John, right? Sorry about Derek and Kyle. They can be a little patronizing and they don't trust very easily. You are going to have to work to earn their faith." They started walking, trailing behind the rest. It was like a maze. If a terminator wanted to infiltrate the complex, it would need intricate building plans. John suddenly understood why they had chosen to make a base here. Allison? She was human. He didn't know that there had been a human before the machine. He wasn't expecting it, but he hadn't removed it from the realm of possibility.

"That's okay. I'm used to that. My entire childhood consisted of move after move. I never had time to make any friends before I moved to a new town. I was the loner pretty much everywhere I went. I'm used to nobody trusting me."

"But did the fate of the world depend on who you trusted and who trusted you?"

"No," he flat out lied, "It didn't."

"Well, maybe you can see why they would be so cautious of you."

He considered it for a moment. "I suppose I can."

The group had reached another door. It creaked open when Kyle pushed on it.

"This is where the base really starts." It was a long hallway lined with doors. People were on the radio telling others of the groups return. Men were thumping Derek, Kyle, and the two others on the back, congratulating them on their safe return. A teen approached Allison, and gave her a bear hug. Allison returned it with a grin on her face.

"John. We're gonna take you to your new room," Kyle called over the noise and the cheers. John followed him, trying to avoid other people as much as possible. Two turns later, they arrived at a door that looked just like all the rest.

"Your room number is 77." John looked all over the door. He could see no number. Kyle pointed to the bottom right-hand corner. There was a tiny 77 there. "All of the rooms are interconnected in case of an emergency. Derek's is on your left and Allison's is on your right. My room is on the other side of Derek's. We will all be keeping a very close eye on you. No funny business, understand?" John nodded slowly.

John strolled into his room and shut the door behind him. There was a bed in the corner, and a dresser in another. Other than that, there wasn't much to look at. There was a door on either side of the room, away from the bed for obvious reasons.

"We are luckier than most. The majority of the other bases I've traveled to don't even have mattresses. Living quarters there are so cramped, you might have ten people sleeping in a room this size. You are lucky you were found by us or you would've had to live there," Allison said, leaning in the doorframe that attached his room to hers. She sauntered into his room, plopping down on the bed.

"Well then, I will consider myself extremely lucky." He sat down on the bed as well.

"Derek, Kyle, TJ, Andy and I are a team. We have to stick together or it will be simple for one of them to take us out. I just finished talking to Derek. He says that as long as you are going to be staying here, you should make yourself useful. He said something about not wanting to waste food. You are going to be a temporary part of our team until such time when there are enough new people to make an entirely new team. I think it also has something to do with the fact that they don't trust you. If you are going to be up to any mischief, they want it right under their noses."

"How nice for them," john said sarcastically.

"Personally, I don't think you are a threat. I think you could actually help us. Must be something about your face… I stuck up for you, and that's probably the only reason why you are still here. Andy wanted to ship you off to Death Row," Allison said, and made a face.

"Death Row? What's that?"

"It's our little nickname for a base we have in Antarctica. There have to be twenty people in a room just to keep your body temperature above freezing and they go on the most terrible missions in the cold. So many people die there. Mostly people that have done something wrong, you know, prisoners before J Day, spies, and people that we don't trust. It's the electric chair but worse because we can't condone the death penalty. There are so few of us left, it would be an outrage if we started executing them. This is the closest the leadership these days can get to it."

John was shocked. This was not the future he had expected. But of course, that was where he came in. He was supposed to make a better future. That's what Cameron had said, but he was starting to doubt that he could.

"Well, I should be going. I'll wake you up tomorrow when we leave for our next assignment," she got up off the bed.

"Hey, wait!" She turned around quickly.

"Do you have any clothes?" he asked pointedly, looking down at himself, clad in only a long jacket.

She smirked. "Check the dresser. The man in here before you was killed three days ago, and his stuff should still be there." She walked through the door and shut it quietly behind her.

John stood up and walked over to the dresser. He opened the first drawer and sure enough, there were five sets of clothes in there. The second one contained boxers and other things John figured he might need later. He checked the third one and found a ripped pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt. He figured they were probably supposed to be pajamas, so he put them on.

He collapsed back on the bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Wake up." The harsh voice pulled him back to reality. He would have screamed had it not been for the hand that instantly went over his mouth as soon as it had opened. "Quiet. Wouldn't want them to know that I am here, would you?" It was Weaver.

"Why shouldn't I tell them? You are one of them after all," he whispered as soon as she released him.

"Because I am from a time period far in the future. I can help you fit in here. I can help you be who you need to become to beat Skynet," she said sharply.

He relaxed a little. "Okay, how am I doing?"

"Not well. They are suspicious of you. They will want to know your story soon."

"So what is my story?"

"You are Kyle Reese's half-sister's son. They are estranged, and he will not know the difference. That will explain the similarities. You have been living on the street since your mother died one year ago," she said without hesitating.

"That will explain a lot of things. Are you sure he even has a half-sister?"

"I looked it up before you came to my office."

"Where have you been all this time?" he asked.

"Looking for John Henry."

"Did you find him?"

"Yes. He has been doing all he can to counteract Skynet. In fact, if it weren't for him, there would be no one left on the planet," she said, a touch of pride present in her voice.

"Well, tell him I said thank you," John said sarcastically.

"This body makes you nervous. Does it not? Maybe I will become something that will put you more at ease." She changed into the shimmering silvery substance that John assumed was her natural form. She changed back into human form.

"No! Anyone but her! It hurts too much. And the last thing I need is to be confused," he added at the end, somewhat lamely. Weaver had changed into an exact replica of Cameron.

"But your blood pressure and heart rate went down. Wouldn't want to give you a heart attack, would I?" It sounded like her too. Hearing her voice automatically put him at ease.

"You see? You need to get some sleep, you have a long day ahead of you," Cameron said lightly, stepping toward a wall.

"When will you be back?"

"Soon. I can only come when other people aren't around, or someone will get suspicious. It will be soon, trust me. I will give John Henry your greeting." She took another step, "And don't worry. Seeing the effect it has on you, I will be returning in this form," she smirked a little, and then stepped into the wall. It was like the wall molded around her tiny figure as she walked through it. She soon vanished and left John lonelier than ever.

Okay, what do you think? I promise more things will be explained in the next chapter. So, if you haven't already gathered this, Weaver will now be appearing as Cameron. I don't know exactly how this will affect John, but I'm sure I will think of something. If anyone wants to talk about the story or contribute ideas (which I desperately need) PLEASE feel free. I love to talk to new people! Anyway, I LOVE reviews so PLEASE do that as well, and take on the challenge (LOL, sounds like something from Halo.) Tell me what you think!!!