(Disclaimer: All Chapters of this story are the product of my own creation using the characters from the T.V. show Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles. I am making no money off it and write solely for my own entertainment)

Supernatural Series: Rinse and Repeat

Prologue

The Laws of Mortality…They are the guiding principles that govern all living things. Unbreakable to anything with a lifespan. Most of you probably know some of these, but not all. And I won't tell you, because that would be counter-productive to my tale. For you see, unlike all of you, I am not mortal. I am immoral…no wait, that's not right…well it is, but that's not what I meant. I am immortal. Yes, that's better.

Am I the only immortal? Are there more like me? Well…I can't tell you. Oh I know the answer, I know many answers to mortal questions, but again I can't and won't tell you. For you see, I have made mistakes in the past. Most are small, but not this one. This one was the result of my foolishness. For I broke one of the Laws of Mortality and thus I am faced with the consequences of my actions. I have tried to right this wrong many times and in many ways. All have ended in failure…

But not this time! I know what I must do! I only hope he is strong enough to live up to my expectations! For if I fail this time, the line between Man and God will be blurred and this world will end in a way that makes the coming apocalypse look like a magical wonderland…

Chapter 1

John trembled in fright as the time machine in the bank vault started shooting arcs of electricity. How had it all gone so wrong? One minute he was living like every other kid at home with his mother and future step-father. A man he approved of by the way. The next his mother goes bat shit nuts with her paranoia and halls him off to Red Valley, New Mexico to once again live like fugitives. Granted they were fugitives, but still…

Now here he was stuck in a bank vault with his mother and until just recently, his latest protector from the future, Cameron. Oh and let's not forget the fact that said protector looked to be around his age, hot as hell, and here's the kicker…not even human. That's right; she's a machine from the future! What a rip off!

The screeching of metal brought his attention back to his latest assassin from the future. Because hell, if you were going to have someone protect you, you might as well have someone trying to fucking kill you too! Why did all his "gifts" from the future have to be a twofer?

…Where was he again? Oh yeah! Trapped in a vault with him and his companions on one side, a killer robot on the other side, and surrounded by the largest showing of special effects outside of Hollywood thanks to a time machine. Because running away in a car or on foot was too bland! Oh and he was John Fucking Connor! If he was going to run away he'd do it in style!

The vault door was finally ripped free as the time machine's light show started forming a sphere around him, his protector, and his overly paranoid mother carrying the closest thing to Doom's BFG-9000. As things started getting blindingly bright for him, his mother felt the need to add to it by taking a step further and pulling the trigger of her weapon right as the timer hit zero making John's world go white.

XxXxXxXxX

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

John's eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up glancing around him in confusion. Where was he? One second he was in the bank vault about to jump to the future and now he was…in his room back in Red Valley?

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

Turning to his night stand he shut his alarm clock off and tried to figure out what was going on. He was still sitting in bed…maybe it had all been a dream? Though he doubted it. It was just too vivid to be a dream. He remembered everything. Cromartie, Cameron, scrapping his palms in the school parking lot when he tripped, the Dysons, his mother being shot. All of it was as clear as any other memory in his recent past.

"Hey get up or you're going to be late for school." He heard his mother say from behind his closed door.

Quickly jumping out of bed he rushed to his closet and grabbed the first outfit he could find, which ironically was the outfit he remembered wearing only a few days ago. He didn't bother trying to comb his hair or wash up, instead he ran into the kitchen to see his mother making those God-forsaken pancakes dressed exactly as she had been on his first day of school.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked in disbelief.

Sarah gave her son a confused look. "What do you mean, what the hell going on? Today is your first day of school. You're not planning on going looking like that are you?"

"Don't you remember any of this?" He demanded.

"Remember what?"

"This!" He said throwing his arms up and gesturing wildly. "New Mexico, the machines being back, the jump to the future? Doesn't any of this ring a bell?"

Sarah moved the pancakes off the stove and turned to face her son. "John calm down. You were just having a nightmare."

"Mom they found us!" He nearly shouted. "Don't you remember!? Cameron told you she and Cromartie were able to track us down because we didn't change our alias!"

John watched his mother's face pale. They hadn't had to run away in so long that she had forgotten a few things about it the least of which being to constantly change your name when you run. She didn't know who this Cameron girl was, but John had pointed out a very important detail she couldn't believe she overlooked.

"Pack your stuff! We're leaving!" Sarah ordered as she rushed to her room.

"Mom-"

"Now, John!" She yelled.

John quickly complied. He still didn't know what was going on, but he did know that they couldn't risk sticking around. Terminator protector or no, he wasn't going to stick around and give Cromartie the chance to try and kill him again. It didn't take long to pack up considering what little they had brought with them. Hopping into their station wagon they sped out of town and headed east.

The ride itself was completely silent between Sarah berating herself for making such an amateur mistake and John still trying to puzzle out what was going on.

With their alias compromised they couldn't safely make it into Mexico. There was just too much of a risk involved. However that didn't stop Sarah from hugging the border. If worse came to worse she could forcing her way through. By late afternoon they were deep within the borders of Texas. The sun had nearly set by the time they pulled off the highway and checked them into a cheap motel.

Despite having been in a car for long hours the first thing John did upon entering their room was collapse on one of the beds. He was mentally exhausted after having spent most of the car ride puzzling over everything that happened. But he was still no closer to figuring it all out. Finally he gave up. He was no longer in New Mexico. No longer near Cameron or Cromartie. He was now in Texas making everything he remembered null and void.

Closing his eyes he drifted off to sleep.

XxXxXxXxX

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

John's eyes snapped open at the frighteningly familiar sound of his alarm clock. Sitting up in his bed he saw that he was once more back in his room in Red Valley. But that was impossible! He had been in Texas sleeping in a cheap motel room no more than twelve hours ago! He had tried writing off yesterday as a dream, but now he knew that to be untrue. Something was going on, something weird. Weird even by his definition of the word.

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

John glared at the alarm clock as he shut it off. Of all the things he had to wake up to, why did it have to be that infernal beeping?

"Hey get up or you're going to be late for school." He heard his mother say from behind his closed door. Using the exact same line from yesterday.

Getting out of bed he headed over to his closet, albeit at a slower pace than yesterday. He was about to grab the nearest set of clothes, but decided to wear something else. He even chose to pick a different pair of underwear than the ones he grabbed the day before. Stepping out of his room and into the bathroom, he quickly ran a brush through his hair to get rid of the bed head.

Walking into the kitchen he saw his mother once again standing in the exact same place, wearing the exact same clothes, and making the exact same freaking pancakes.

"What the hell is going on?" He mumbled.

"Did you say something?" Sarah asked looking over her shoulder at him.

"Mom! Please tell me you remember what happened!" He pleaded.

Sarah gave her son a confused look. "Remember what?"

John opened his mouth to give her the same rundown he did yesterday only to think twice and close it. If things really were going to repeat themselves, then he had a fairly good idea about what would happen should he start running his mouth. Seeing his mother's expectant look he quickly thought up an excuse. "Nothing…must have been a dream."

Giving him a teasing smile she replied. "Well you may want to quit daydreaming and eat your breakfast or you'll be late for your first day of school."

"…School…right." He said half-heartedly. He quickly finished his breakfast before fleeing the house in a hurry. Whatever was going on, his mother seemed completely unaware of it. His only hope for answers lay with Cameron. Maybe being a machine allowed her to store her memories. If that were the case she may be able to figure this all out.

(End of Chapter 1)

And thus marks the beginning of my mini-series. This series as you've noticed is not meant to have long chapters, nor is it to have a lot of chapters. The purpose of this mini-series is to provide all of you and myself with short fun-filled entertainment. Each installment of this series will have roughly 7-13 chapters all averaging 1300-2300 words. So as not to cause any substantial delays with Who is John Connor? The next chapter will be a little darker to help set things up but after that it should be a humorous little tale for everyone to enjoy.