It wasn't the raindrop's against the windshield of the car that made her squint that hard, it was the tears flooding her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Watching someone die in front of you and witnessing you're parent's death were too way different things. The little girl with the long brown hair was curled up in the passenger seat of a stolen dodge truck.
"You are safe now, Sara Conner." The machine who drove them spoke softly. It wasn't like a machine, it had a tone in it's voice that almost told her it was human.
Yet it's eye's still glowed red like optics.
She didn't answering, not having anything to say to him. It. "We must find another place to stay-" He was cut off by a sudden whimper, though it was so quite, he had heard her. She now sat looking out the car window, wishing, hoping, that someone would come and help her. What did it want with her? Was she that important?
"I w-want to go home." She suddenly found herself crying. The machine stayed quite for a moment, taking his time to scan her over. "You're home is no more." He told her truthfully. "You're parent's have been-" He stopped himself again, learning by each word he spoke that it only made the young human more and more sad. "You are safe now." He reassured her again. She curled her hair up behind her ear, turning to look at him again.
"Am I...?' She asked quietly, sounding unsure.
The Terminator stopped the car, pulling off to the side. "I assure you, Sara Conner, I will not allow any harm to come to you from this point on." He then turned the car off. She looked him over, taking in his details and memorizing his face. "What's you're name?" She sounded a bit curious as she wiped tears from her cheeks. The Terminator hesitated, knowing the only designation he had ever been called was the T- 800; he knew she wouldn't understand.
"I do not have a label." He looked to her, keeping the straight face he had sense he had picked her up out of the lake.
She looked surprised at the answer. "You... you don't have a name?" She asked. "No." He looked back to the road as a few cars drove past them, police cars.
He started the truck again, this time, pulling back onto the road and driving a little faster then before.
"Can I name you?" If she were asking a human, they would of probably gave her a strong glance, but he just turned down to stare at her again.
"Yes." She was shocked he agreed with her. She then thought, deep and hard. "How about... Pop's?" She asked innocently. He held up his right hand and made a thumb's up.
"Affirmative." He answered.
She let herself smile, hoping that meant he agreed with her. "Where are we going?" She looked forward, seeing the dirt road had turned into a blacktop highway.
"Not here." He made her smile even more.
Pop's looked forward at the road as the night fell over the land. Miles and miles they drove that night, only stopping to fuel up get a snack or two for Sara at every other gas station. "Do not go in the car." He sounded serous. She giggled, nearly spitting out her apple juice. "What?!" She asked.
Louisiana to California they drove none stop until they were safe, until she was safe from harms way.