Once again a little One-Shot of mine. I'm really starting to like them...lol

Well, this one is pretty sad, but I like such sad stories somehow. R&R, please!

Ps. I'm sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

At least it's not cancer

Sarah Connor, mother of all destiny, was lying on the dusty ground, embedded in dirt, next to a pool of her own blood caused by the bullet-hole in her stomach. The scarlet liquid shimmered in the sunshine.

What had gone wrong, she asked herself, while watching a cloud passing. The woman remembered, how they had hunted a Terminator. Derek, Cameron, John, and herself. There had been a gunfight between three of them, and the hostile machine. She had ordered her son to hide. He hadn't protested. He never did in such situations. His mother was glad about that, because otherwise it could have been John Connor, lying on the dusty ground, embedded in dirt, next to a pool of his own blood caused by the bullet-hole in his stomach.

The Terminator had somehow succeeded in separating them and suddenly Sarah had been facing him. All alone, in a small, empty side street. Before she had been able to react, he had already fired. A sharp pain had prevailed on her to go down, screaming. Her metallic enemy had left afterward, without wasting another shot on her, continueing his search for his main-target. He had left her to die. The machine's processors had determined, that this human wouldn't make it. Sarah knew, he was right.

More and more the burning pain faded, replaced with coldness and numbness. She was at death's door.

A lonely tear glistened in Sarah's right, piercing green-eye, before it slid down her temple, finally absorbed by her hair. Long ago she had stopped to count the times, in which she had been in danger of death. Well, she had been in all her life, but this time was different. Nobody would help her. Nobody could help her.

It was okay for her though. Everybody had to die someday. Some sooner, some later. Obviously she was one of the people, who had to die sooner. Moreover, thank god, her loss was minor. Her survival wasn't important. John's was. John. The only reason for her tear was the fact, that in a few minutes she would have broken the promise, which she had given her beloved son. Namely never to leave him. She apologized to him silently.

Now he had to grow up without his mother, to become the leader of mankind without her. Yet she was sure, that he would do great. He still would have his uncle Derek. That guy was a real jerk from time to time, but he would assist his nephew. And John still would have his protector Cameron...in case, she wouldn't turn bad once again.

For some reason Sarah had to smile at the thought of the girl. Although she would never admit it, the woman had indeed started to like her. She trusted in Cameron. Her Tin-Miss would do anything to keep John alive, and she would be a friend to him. Someone he could lean on, when his mother wasn't there for him anymore.

"At least it's not cancer...", Sarah coughed one last sarcastic comment, before she breathed out one last time and closed her eyes forever, never witnessing the raise of the machines, never witnessing Judgement Day.

Later John, Cameron, and Derek found her corpse.

"MOM!", John yelled, as he saw her.

He and Derek ran to her and dropped down at Sarah's sides, kneeling in her blood, desperately trying to save her by reanimation. Cameron remained still. She knew, it was too late to bring the human back, and it did something to the girl. Also John's screaming and crying did, when they finally gave up. And even the tears on Derek Reese's cheeks did, while he hugged his nephew thightly.

They buried her beside Kyle Reese. Just the three of them.

They grieved. Cameron did too. She shed a small tear for Sarah Connor and promised her to protect John. No matter what, so that all her sacrifices wouldn't be for nothing.