I finally got into my account! For some reason, fanfiction did not let me log in for quite some time. So, today, here I am, writing my first fanfic that I hope you will enjoy.

Summary: Takes place after the movie T2. After John saw his Terminator sacrifice himself, he feels he will never be able to cope with the depression that weighs on his shoulders. But what if John has another chance, another chance to meet the T-800 once again...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the T2 characters!

Chapter 1

It was another bright and sunny day. The sky was cloudless, with birds chirping merrily along. Kids laughed and played. Adults went about living their daily life.

Most people did not know about what had just took place and what had just happened. Skynet. Terminators. Machines taking over. Judgement Day. John Conner and Sarah Conner, his mother, has just survived through more than they could both imagine together.

Sarah, having experienced having a terminator thrust into her life to murder her was something she would always be cautious, weary and traumatized about. John, however, on the other side, would feel the same way, but will always live with the fact that he had lost one of his closest friends. The T-800. It hurt John terribly, watching a friend who acted like a father to him disappear into the molten steel. It tore him on the inside to pieces.

Now, Sarah and her son were driving back to a city to stop and rest at an inn. John Conner stared out of the car window, his face impassive, watching houses and cars streak by. 10 minutes passed with silence.

Sarah looked at John from the corner of her eye and sighed inwardly. He has been acting like that for the past 3 months, stoney, silent, and not John. She knew that he was really broken by the 'death' of the T-800. But the best was for the best. Sarah shook her head.

Besides, machines were not allowed to be trusted. Ever. Right? You never know when a machine will turn against you, no matter what they say. She never really trusted the T-800 anyway, but began to when she saw her son with 'it.'

Talking with 'it'.

Teaching 'it'.

Beginning to be happy and serious with 'it'.

It was the exact opposite of what she knew her son would become- the leader of the Resistance Army against the machines.

She took another look at John, who continued to look out the window expressionlessly. A small pang of sympathy hit her. Sarah straightened herself up, gripped the steering wheel tightly with her hands, and looked fixedly at the road.

"John, how's the bruise on your arm doing?"

"Ok."

Sarah tsked. "Come now, John, that was one nasty bruise." She looked at John and stretched a hand over to his arm. "Let me see." John looked at his mother, his eye brow furrowing in confusion and shrugging away from her.

"Umm... Mom, I think I can handle myself well. You don't need to check on me." Sarah shrugged.

"Fine then."

Silence stretched further, and Sarah couldn't hold herself in any longer.

"John Conner, I've had enough of this attitude. It's been 3 months straight, and you've had no life in you these days."

John didn't respond, and still stared out of the window.

"John. I'm talking to you. What is up with you? Is it about the Terminator because-" Sarah stopped abruptly. John had tensed up, his face contorted with pain. He slowly faced his mother.

"Yes, it IS about that Terminator, yes, it IS about him- how he's gone and he sacrificed himself for when he could have- " John broke off, becoming quiet, radiating distress and frustration. Sarah exhaled sharply.

"You know why it had to do that, John. It's so that no one will be able to learn from the Terminator and create even better robots that could lead to Judgement Day." Sarah shook her head once more. "Can't you understand that? Look, I'm sad too, but we have to make a move on. "

John just glared out the window, and muttered, "Were you really sad, Mom? Or you didn't know what to feel since 'IT'-" John emphasized, "is just a robot." He leaned against the cool glass window, feeling defeated. "He was someone that I considered a close friend. A pretty awesome one too."

1 hour on the road continued, and John's eyes began to droop. He eventually fell asleep.

John opened his eyes to see himself at the steel mill. The T-1000. Calmly walking after him. The T-800, appearing by his side and telling him to run. John ran, helping his mother who was wounded through the mill. After a while of staggering, a familiar voice said behind them, "Turn around."

He turned, and the T-800 suddenly picked him up by the throat effortlessly. John gasped for breath while Sarah, too wounded to stand up by herself, was cursing at the robot to let her son down. John rasped out, "Put me down!" As his struggles became weaker, he desprately tried to search in the Terminator's eyes for something, anything, that showed any connection of what they both had been through.

Nothing. Just emotionless, blank. One red robotic eye, the other, a human artificial eye.

John felt himself going unconscious. He whispered, "..Why?"

"Mom!" John yelled, but found himself falling as well, deep into the steel. A firm hand grabbed his arm, and John found himself staring into the eyes of the Terminator. A moment locked between them, and the Terminator said,

"I'm sorry, John."

And he let go, letting John fall yelling into the hot molten steel. No... John thought. He would never do such a thing.. He was sent there to protect him.. right? Plus.. John felt a connection with this robot, human or not.

John woke with a start, looking around in a hazy manner. His mother's curt voice said aloud, "Don't make such a fuss. You're safe in the car with me. We'll be approaching a citry in less than 30 minutes."

John relaxed once more against the glass window, the cool glass against his fore head.

Why.. John thought. Why did you leave me...

I know this is just a short chapter, but I promise it will get longer eventually... ^.^

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