Disclaimer: I don't own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I just have an imagination about crazy stuff and this is one of them. Sorry for any mistakes I make. It a season two I created.

Full Summary: New danger faces the Connor team when they find out that Skynet could be completed earlier then expected. With the help of an Engineer that was an accident in coming back to the past, can they stop the evolution of Skynet or watch the world burn.

This story started before the second season. I will try my best to put in things that the new season have into my story.

Chapter 1: Intel

On the kitchen table spread out, numerous newspaper articles from the entire L.A. regain were laid out. As the TV was on the FOX channel eleven news, Cameron was reading the inquirer newspaper, analyzing and remembering every detail of each page in case of possible new threats, while still paying attention to the TV behind her. Reading the articles, she also took interest in the technology section of each newspaper and magazine she could find at a news stand, hoping it will lead any information of finding the Turk since Sarkissian already gave it to his employer. However, while her computer chip was processing all of this, Cameron was particularly searching for something else in the papers, something she's been trying to find since the Connor's and her time jumped from 1999.

A car noise outside put Cameron on alert as it was two in the morning and most humans were asleep at this time. She put down the newspaper in her hand and walked over to the kitchen window. The window had blinders for her to easily look outside as it also concealed her appearance. Slowly and scanning the entire street block like a surveillance camera, Cameron saw a man coming out of his car carrying yellow folders filled with documents that he could barely hold to his chest. He was wobbling back and fourth of the heavy load in his arms as if he was drunk, trying to stay balanced approaching his house. Luckily, he wasn't a possible threat to the Connor's as Cameron knew every person that live on there block and also ten blocks in the vicinity just to be safe.

After taking three minutes to scan the area again and making sure the man across the street went into his house, Cameron went back to the table. She picked up the previous newspaper she was holding and continued her reading.

Hearing the rustling of the papers outside his room, John was already up ten minutes ago from not being able to sleep lately. Sitting on his bed wearing sweat pants and a blue t-shirt, he rubbed his eyes as he glanced at his alarm clock saying two o'clock. John thought this early in the morning; his protector could be a little quieter knowing she doesn't sleep, but humans needed it to function during the day.

Although being up wasn't a waste of his time as he had to go to the bathroom. He stood up, walked to his door and opened it. The bathroom wasn't far from his room as John walked out. He glanced at Cameron for a second, as she didn't even turn in his direction, figuring she already knew it was him from her superior hearing, and then went straight into the bathroom.

After he was done, John went to the sink and washed his hands. Turning off the faucet, his eyes wondered up as he was staring at himself in the mirror. He still had a few cuts on his face trying to save Cameron from herself, but he was actually fixated on himself in general. He could see his eyes for once since he cute his hair short.

Sometimes he missed hiding behind the long bangs, wanting to still be invisible to everybody around him, but told himself he must grow up or his destiny will always dictate his life, which he still doesn't want and pray it never comes true. If he didn't like his life now, it would be hundred times worse if the future his mother, Cameron, and Derek version comes true. Though he begged his mother to stop Judgment Day a few months back or should he say eight years back in time, it maybe himself in the end that must carry the mission to success. If it does come to terms, he told himself he will be ready at any cost to stop Judgment Day.

The continued rustling of papers broke John's train of thought. He always wanted to know what Cameron was actually searching for in the newspapers she gathered. He opened the bathroom door and walk over to the kitchen as she was still concentrated on the newspaper in her hand. John observed some of the cluttered mess on the table and then looked at her.

"What's good in the papers?" John asked trying to make small conversation. "Crime, global warming, war…" His eyes shifted to a Teen Magazine under the L.A. Times as he gave her a curious look.

"Yeah you'll find lots of Global Affairs in there." He said sarcastically to that choice of reading.

"It is to help better understand the young generation of this time and to successfully accomplish the mission by blending in. It's like you said, don't want to act like a freak." Cameron said in her proper tone while still keeping her eyes glued to the newspaper in her hand.

John smirked about her comment as he said that on there first day of high school. He cleared his throat still feeling nervous around her sometimes and focused on the newspapers on the table.

"Need any help?" He asked.

Cameron finally looked at him realizing the nervousness in his voice. She wondered was he still afraid of her since she tried to kill him. It was hard sometimes for her to read human behavior, especially boys.

"No. It's not necessary," said Cameron and then notice the time, always being precise located on her view mode. "School starts in five hours, forty-three minutes and twelve seconds. You should acquire sleep. There is a test in chemistry class today and you will need sleep to function properly while taking it."

John expression turned serious. "Are you sure? I thought the test was on Thursday?"

"Today is Thursday." She told him.

John cursed under his breath as he lost track of time and thought it was Wednesday. With everything happening in his life, dates of the week and school somehow didn't matter when he's running for his life every five minutes.

"This is great. I don't even know what's on the test," said John rubbing his eyes as he was still sleepy. "Since chemistry is first period, which will be in five hours, forty-two minutes and….whatever seconds…"

"Two seconds." Cameron quickly added.

"I'm going to study to at least pass with a C-. Mr. Wood love rewording everything on his tests to gear us to fail. I swear…sometimes it's his mission to torture students." John stated.

"Not torture," said Cameron. "But to think outside the box to prepare students in there future careers when they grow up to face the hardships of life."

"No joke." John chuckled about her explanation as he was sometimes amused by them.

"Have fun on Intel gathering…" A tabloid magazine caught John attention next to the Teen Magazine saying found the real Bat Boy in bold print and chuckled. "Or whatever."

John started to walk away back to his bedroom to prepare himself of hard studying which he just wanted to sleep until school started.

"I'll wake you up in less then five hours." Cameron said seeing him wave at her without turning around and then closed his door.

About to go back to her reading, the newspaper that John was previously holding caught her attention. She picked it up as a tag line stood out the most on the entire page. She speed read it as it said mysterious explosion of six men found dead in an alley in San Diego. Reading the rest of the article she looked at the date as it happened two weeks ago.

Being too occupied by the news article she quickly glanced at her right hand as it was shaking a little. Her eyes widen, surprise that she wasn't commanding her hand to move. It was moving without her order. She looked around the house to make sure nobody was watching, afraid that the others in the house would think she was still malfunctioning and then glanced back at her hand. Without noticing, her hand stopped shaking. She began to wiggle her fingers around as she regained control of her own body again. For the first time, she felt worried that it was happening so soon.

At the Los Angeles National Cemetery surrounded around a coffin, relatives and friends were grieving over the lost of there love one. Over the coffin, the American Flag was placed on top as Agent Greta Simpson picture was on a stand beside it. Jason Ellison was listening to the Sermon perching about Simpson accomplishments in her life as he heard crying from two young adults. Ellison immediately recognized them as Simpson's two older children. They wept for there mother's death that he couldn't prevent.

His gaze focused back onto the coffin where his partner laid. He felt powerless and weak that he couldn't save her, knowing it was his fault in the first place. If he wasn't stubborn, if he ignored the feeling like Greta warned him about, they all could have been saved. The truth, that Sarah Conner wasn't a nut case, that machines exist, and her vision of machines ruling the world will possible come true, was frightening to him. Since his eyes have been open, he felt lost.

Every waking moment of his life since that horrible incident, he wondered why the machine let him go. Why, it, a machine with no emotions of sympathy or soul, would keep him alive. Ellison remembered it, like he was reliving the event right now. The smell of blood stench in the air mixed with gun powder as he saw his men being tossed out of a door one by one like rag dolls. How cold he forget that event, pursuing the false FBI Agent named Kester.

Face pealing off resembling more of a dead corpse, gun aimed at him and M16 in his right hand, he thought he was staring at death, the grim reaper but disguised in metal. Seeing his dead partner on the ground, Ellison thought it was the end for him, but luck was on his side as the machine walked away and out of the white gate like nothing happened. Why was he speared, he thought…Or was he.

Gun fire went off from the Marines riffles as this startled Ellison out of his shattered thoughts. He rubbed his eyes trying not to recall those images as they were plaguing his mind even when he was conscious. Not only was this destroying his sleep, but his Agency thinks that he have become a whack job since the incident of telling them the truth. All of his colleges don't believe him. His boss already put him on special watch telling him to take some time off. Ellison knew it would be worse if he stood around the house and did nothing. His haunting dreams wouldn't allow him to rest until he caught the machine. He had to avenge his comrades' murder or make sure that it doesn't end up in the wrong hands, or the Conner's future will come sooner then expected.

Glancing to his right, Ellison was surprised that he didn't notice a woman was standing next to him. He tried not to be obvious by gazing at her, but something about this woman made it hard to ignore her. She was very pretty, in her early thirties; her frizzy dirty blonde hair was pulled in a pony tail as she wore a black business suit that one would wear at his Agency. In her right hand was a white rose as he figured she was waiting to place it on top of Greta's casket.

Ellison wanted to say something to her but he didn't want to disturb her judging by her face expression she was deep in thought.

"How long you've known Greta?" She asked already noticing the looks he has been giving her.

Ellison cleared his throat as he knew she was speaking to him and embarrassed at the same time.

"Over ten years…and you?" Ellison asked her.

"Not that long," she responded. "But I did like her strong opinions of the way I should perform my job sometimes."

Ellison smirked. "I know that feeling. She always had inspiring words for me…and maybe I should have listen to them a little bit more." He gazed back at Greta's coffin feeling guilty.

"In this line of work, I'm use to these," She said not taking her eyes off Greta's coffin. "Before the New Year starts for my New Years Resolution, I tell myself I would minimize coming to these every year. But it's always broken before the summer begins."

Ellison look at her wondering what was her line of work, feeling a connection towards this woman. Not a connection of knowing her, but a connection in understanding death and losing friends in the line of duty.

"Sorry," said Ellison and then reach out his hand introducing himself. "Ellison, James Ellison."

The woman shook his hand and then finally looked at him fully. "Madison, Calista Madison."

They both finally glanced at each other then back at the coffin listening to the Sermon speech was about to come to an end.

As the funeral was done, Ellison walked to his car fumbling around with his car keys to finally pick out the one of the ten keys on the ring that started his car. He told himself to get rid of the numerous keys on his key ring, but with his job he never had time to accomplish it. Getting to the front door, he placed his key into the key hole but paused watching a person in the distance. He saw Calista walking to a black Range Rover. She took out her keys and placed it into the key hole of her car. Ellison was debating with himself to ask her out for coffee. Knowing his luck with women, she would probably think the wrong idea of him, picking up dates at funerals. He defiantly didn't want to come off of being that weirdo to a woman he just met.

Then Ellison saw Calista glance into his direction, smiled kindly and went into her car. He watched her drive off down the swerving road that lead out of the cemetery. Turning the key to his car door, Ellison opened it and got into his car feeling disappointed with himself, as he should have asked her the question. He started up his car and drove off down the same swerving pathway.

Looking at her watch, Sarah knew it was almost time to pick up her son from school. Opening the truck door to her jeep Wrangler, she placed two bags in the trunk, coming from the hardware store running errands for her son. Though she doesn't understand what her son needed the tools for, still she hoped she had his list right this time and not wanting to take another trip. Last time, she brought him the wrong needle nose pliers; instead of red she gave him the blue ones. However, she blamed that on time lag, as her son would call it.

Walking to the driver door, Sarah heard her cell phone ring in her jacket pocket. She quickly pulled it out and answered it.

"Hello." Sarah said as she was looking around the area, always on alert if anything came flying towards her, being mostly bullets.

"Hey it's me," said John on the other end. "Did you get them?"

"Yes I have. I don't forget that much." Sarah smiled. She heard her son laugh on the other end. "So, how was the chemistry test you've been up all morning studying for? And yes I did notice."

"It was great. Passed with flying colors." John said.

"That bad, huh." Sarah knew her son was lying right away and thought it was kind of amusing hearing it.

"I think I did well." He said trying to sound as if he didn't completely fail the test.

"Look, with everything happening these pass weeks, I'll give you a free…tests failure grade pass this time around." Sarah sarcastically said to brighten her son's day. One test is not the end of the world, maybe for other academic families but not in her family. It would be too normal for them.

John chuckled. "Guess I need something crazy to happen to get more of those passes, huh."

"Pretty much. Anything beyond that I will grill you for it," She said in a humor tone. "Anyway, I will be there shortly to pick you up."

"Oh, can you…pick up something to eat on the way?" John asked trying not to insult his mother's cooking. .

Sarah smiled at that comment. "You really have a problem with my cocking don't you?"

"What, no! I'm hungry now." He jokily said trying to dodge the bullet of answering it truthfully.

"Fine," Sarah eyes look forward seeing a burger restaurant across the street from her. "See you in a little."

"Here you go ma'am that will be twenty-dollars." A cashier said to a customer.

The door swung open as Sarah entered in the restaurant. The bell on top of the door rattled, singling a new customer has entered which brought the attention to the cashier. Not trying to make a scene, Sarah kindly smiled at the curious customers that were watching her and then took an empty seat towards the back of the restaurant.

Being in old fashion restaurant, Sarah felt nostalgic, missing the smell of burgers and French fries and meeting all kinds of people from the many jobs she took as a waiter. Glancing to her left, a food menu was in between the ketchup and mustard bottle. She picked it up and opened it finding out what was good on the menu; hopefully she could grab something to eat herself as she didn't eat lunch.

Walking out of the cooking area making his way behind the bar, an overweight mid-forty year old cook caught the attention of Sarah eyes. The kitchen grease and mustard stain on his white apron that turned somehow beige on top, reminded her of Bill the cook in New Mexico before everything hit the fan. She missed Bill the more she kept staring at the man. He was always kind to her than the asshole who ran the place.

The cook glanced over at Sarah noticing she haven't been waited on and then at his employee sleeping at a table. He cursed to himself as she was embarrassing him in front of customers in the middle of the day. He thought her sleeping was becoming a problem as he told himself repeatedly in his mind to not lose control, but to set a good example for the younger generation.

"Seen." He called her a name in a normal tone voice to not cause attention.

"Seen." He called her name again as the volume of his voice went higher.

Sarah oddly looked at the direction where the cook's eyes were gazing at. She lifted her body up trying to look over the other chair in front of her seeing a girl asleep the next table from her. Her head was laid down as the cook words weren't even affecting her slumber. Sarah thought was it even possible to sleep at a job such as this. Her boss would have fired her on the spot. Time has change.

Sarah looked at the cook again as he kindly smiled at her putting up his index finger to give him a second.

"Seen, wake UP!" He shouted at her and threw a white rag at her table.

Before it could hit her, Seen quickly lifted her head up as the rag missed hitting her, sliding across the table. Her eyes were still closed as she yawned. On the table below her was a comic book of The Watchmen as she immediately closed it.

"Seen. Guest." The cook said pronouncing each word to signal her to wake up.

"I heard you the first time," said Seen as she finally opened her eyes towards the restaurant manager. "I thought you weren't talking to me specifically."

"Who names here is Seen besides you?" The boss asked.

"Not everybody name is unique. Somebody is called the same name somewhere in the world." She replied.

"Whatever," said the boss, not interested in her statistic speeches today. "Young teenagers shouldn't sleep like you. It's unhealthy."

"So I've heard or read."

"Keep it up. Kids would kill to work here with what I am paying you. Stop playing around, we have customers…" He looked at Sarah and smiled. "Who we call guests in our restaurant."

Sarah smiled at his comment, actually enjoying herself of watching young waiters getting yelled at just like her when she was younger. Unfortunately, this girl was a first to ever behave like this in her waiter years.

The young girl was 5'5, had shoulder length light shaded brown hair, and was an average looker from all the other teenager girls she have seen walking down the streets of L.A. She noticed that none of the waiters had to wear typical uniforms as this girl had on blue jeans, black converse sneakers and black light sweater zipped up, under her burgundy apron where her order book and pen was placed.

Sarah thought this girl came off as a punk rock rebellious kid that just needed tough discipline to get her act together. She couldn't understand why her boss kept the lazy child around.

Seen finally got up and walked to the table his boss was previously watching before. However, her actions immediately paused, surprised as she quickly glanced at her boss and then at Sarah. This action caught Sarah off guard as if the girl knew her from somewhere. Maybe her internet fame running naked across the freeway may have caught the young girl's attention as she heard it was on the news from Cameron.

"Interesting," said Seen as she smiled at Sarah. She pulled out her order book and pen from the pocket of her apron, finally ready to do her job. "Can I take your order?"

Sarah stared at the girl for a few seconds wondering what the strange look was from before, but heard her stomach growl.

"Yes. Can I have two number two's and a number one for me. Also can I have the numbers two's to go?" Sarah said.

"Sure, no problem. And what is your drink ma'am?"

"Just water. Thank you."

"Okay," Seen took the menu from Sarah's hand. "Your order will be out shortly. Oh, sorry about the early entertainment from before."

"No…it's okay," said Sarah smiling at her. "Your boss seems nice."

Seen chuckled. "Yeah, sweet as a bear."

She winked at her and walked away as Sarah was amused by her comment.

Waiting for her food to arrive, Sarah saw the cashier having trouble working the register. He felt embarrassed in front of the customer as he tried to wiggle the drawer to open. His flushed red face and nervousness made Sarah laugh inside of why machines are not always the answer to solving every problem. They will eventually malfunction in the worst case scenario.

"Seen," said the boy as she walked behind him. "Please help me fix this."

"You try turning it on?" She asked as the screen was blank.

"Ha Ha," The boy knew she was being a smart ass. "It just cut off on me. I don't know why. It is up for a second then goes blank."

"Okay."

Seen turned the register around to have a better access of the panel that looked inside. A disgusted look came across her face and found out the reason why it was shutting off. Seen took out small screw driver in her back pocket and started to unscrew the tiny screws holding the panel in place. Her friend gave her a puzzled looked as girls don't carry screw drivers in there back pocket. Most girls carry lip gloss, comb or lotion, but not a screw driver.

Seen told another employee to bring her backpack as she took out a dust off-compressed Air Duster from it. As she started to spray inside the register, the customers in the restaurant were wondering what that noise was as they were looking at the two employees.

"What are you doing?" He asked but stepped back watching dust coming from the inside of the register.

"Cleaning the inside of the register," said Seen. "It's funny how you guys clean everything else but the technology that keeps your life easy by counting simple numbers for you. I'm not sure if you guys are aware, dust can destroy a register just like a computer. Over time it can damage the CPU and clog the fan that ventilates the heat from coming out of the register so it won't overheat, which is your problem now."

"Hmm…Why are you here?" The boy asked curious. "You should go to an ITT technology school or something. I've never seen a girl fix stuff like you…which is kind of freaky."

"Why and leave big boss a free paid vacation without me being here. That would be mean of me for not considering his feelings." She said chuckling.

"I heard that!" The boss yelled out in the back.

Seen finished and puts the register back together. She turned it on as it started to reboot itself. She smiled at her friend then quickly glanced at Sarah who was watching the entire incident. Escaping her gaze, Seen took a plate of food to another table.

Under a tree in the shade, John was laying on the grass relaxing. Eyes closed, trying to block out the problems in his life, he enjoyed the peace and quiet that he haven't had since they jump through time. He was still waiting for his mother to arrival and Cameron from her last class, which they didn't have together for once. This gave him time to relax his thoughts before they did arrive to order him around or ask a bunch of question how his day at school went.

Although, his relaxation was interrupted as he felt a presence above him. He figured it was Cameron being her creepy way to annoy him, and did not want to open his eyes until she told him his mother was here to pick them up. He had to give her credit. She did play the sister role much better then he expected. Knowing this fact, it would be scary for Derek and his mother if they paid close attention to it, although entertaining for him.

"Hey. What's your name?"

John pause his movement as the voice he heard didn't come from his cyborg protector, but another girl he wasn't familiar with. Slowly, he opened his eyes and then looked above him. A pretty girl with long blonde hair, grey eyes, wearing hipster clothing was gazing at him while he was still lying on the ground. John became nervous and then looked around to see if she was talking to somebody else besides him. Unfortunately, it was just him in the vicinity which meant she was directing her question towards him.

"Excuse me?" John asked after the long awkward pause between them.

"What's your name?" She asked him again.

"Why?" He asked as it was strange for a girl to just ask him that question, especially a pretty girl. Then again he remembered how Cameron and he meet as he hoped she wasn't another machine from the future.

The young girl smiled at him liking his nervousness around her. "I was talking with my friends…and then I saw you by yourself…I don't know…wanted to talk to you."

John finally stood up while grabbing his backpack from the ground and slung it over his shoulder.

"Do you do that all the time with guys you see on the streets?" He asked her as she thought her straight forward approach was creepy and dangerous for a girl in his book.

She chuckled knowing he was mocking her.

"No." She placed her hand out to introduce herself. "I'm Riley."

John stared at her hand not saying a word and then at her. Scenarios ran through his mind telling himself if he shook her hand that she would be involved into his world even though she was being kind. A world he didn't want anybody to suffer like him. He remembered his mother's words about making friends ever since he started school. She told him resist the urge to be seen important or special.

He stepped back and then looked behind her, relieved that his protector came just in the nick of time. Cameron was walking towards him as John knew his mother was waiting for them.

"I have to go." John said and quickly walked passed her still feeling nervous of that awkward moment between her.

Riley looked dumbfounded as her hand was still placed out.

"Nice to meet you Riley." She told herself of the words John was supposed to say to her. She turned around and watched him walk away with another girl as she wondered if she was his girlfriend. It would probably explain why he was nervous, she thought.

Watching John walk towards her, Cameron immediately recognize John's flushed face and then looked behind him of the girl he was talking too.

"Mom's here," said Cameron as John walked beside her not saying a word, but saw his eyes glance behind him as if somebody was following him. "Are you okay?"

"Why?" He asked and walked ahead of her. "I'm fine. Come on."

Cameron paused and stared at Riley suspiciously watching the unknown girl went back over to a group of students. She wondered if that girl said anything to upset him. Maybe she would ask John later just to make sure his life wasn't in danger.