Two Stars

By Blazing Brightheart (Rachel)

Credit: The character is my own. Anything else that's familiar is well, not mine. Although I wish I owned Kyle Reese. What a cutie! ;)

Note: This is my first terminator fanfiction, so I'm kind of not familiar with it. I saw T1 and T4 (Salvation) so I know the story up to the ends of each movie. My family is Terminator geeks so hopefully...I'll be seeing the other two movies soon. It's my first attempt at a crossover also so please have mercy on me! It's set in SALVATION times so don't get confused when I describe Kyle with brown hair and not blonde. Also this is a Narnia/Terminator fanfic. Thought that would be just interesting. She'll eventually go back to Narnia so for now its Terminator/ Narnia flashback.

So on to the story...I'll be back. X)

"We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude."

-Charles R. Swindoll

The last words I hear, "never forget your home."

Oh how frickin' fantastic.

I was a queen. Sure I grew up and experienced Judgment day. I saw the bombs fall. My brother and our neighbor ran in an old Dodge Challenger with me nursing a leg wound in the backseat. We all eventually joined up with the resistance and earned our ways up, me being the only one of us three who's actually survived this far. I was a queen though. I was the High Queen, Peter's wife. The Courageous Queen. I'm not so fricking courageous anymore. I was 21 in Narnia, and now I'm 17 again.

The wind is coarse, blowing through my brownish-reddish hair and I realize I'm lying on the ground. Not a good place to be, with the T-600's around. I sit up and the desert is silent. Silence before the storm? Maybe, sometimes it's hard to tell whether an attack is about to happen or you're being watched. I look down at myself. Instead of the gold and red dress I had been wearing when I left Narnia, I'm wearing a black tank top and green cargo pants. The pants have a tear in the knee and my boots are scuffed from wear. The blood red band around my arm is still there; thank the lion, its bold color against my pale skin symbolizing the Resistance and my vows to defeat Skynet.

Every memory of Narnia is still there in my mind. I still see every color and every person's face. I still hear the laughter and their voices all together. I remember the voice of my real brother, Caspian the Tenth and laughing over some ridiculous joke. I remember their faces as I walked through the gate in the tree, never to return until the day Aslan calls me to his country. Nothing will ever be the same for me.

I get up, deciding to start walking north. Who knows? Maybe I'll meet up with John Connor and his group of the Resistance. Ever since the destruction of my last base in Nevada somewhere or another, I've been walking, trying to go through the LA strand to get to wherever people say John Connor actually is. I'm ready to fight, I'm starting over as the resistance fighter I was and still am. Teyalisza Collins, resistance fighter, at your service.

A/N: Goodness that took me a while to come up with. Well what do you think? Stupid, not stupid? At least give some positive input. No flames, I'll give them to either Nero, the snow animals on Hoth, or the Terminator. Constructive Criticism can be PM'd to me so do that to be constructive.

See that button though down there? It's begging you to press it and review. R/R and you have permission to sing in the rain. No really. Go do it, right now. Only if you review though.

-Rachel