Okay, well, this is my first TSSC fiction. It's been a while since I've seen the movies, but I've seen the third one pretty recently over and over. I'm sure I've made the characters a little out of character, but hopefully not too much. I also hope I got the character's names right and who they are. ; Sometimes the captions on my television don't work too well. I'm a little nervous, as you see. :b
Sometimes I'll be using scenes straight from the show in my story, but I'll end up changing around the dialogue and stuff so it isn't so exact.
Oh yes, the disclaimer: I don't own anything from TSCC. 'Nuff said.
CHAPTER ONE
The van harshly swerved as Cameron Baum tossed around and fought with the T-888. Sarah Connor had trouble with the steering wheel and keeping the vehicle straight. Cameron and the T-888 were just too strong. "Can you try a little harder to keep him still?" Sarah shouted at Cameron. "We're about to run off the road!"
Sarah stopped the van once she saw the jeep John was driving in front of her. Sarah and Derek Reese jumped out of the automobile and ran to John, who had a worried look on his face.
"Where's Cameron?" John questioned, getting ready to run forward, but his mother stopped him.
"There's no time to worry about her, John. We have to go." Sarah tried to push him back and he struggled against her.
"Let her go." Derek said, helping Sarah keep him away.
The back doors on the van busted open and Cameron was thrown out, landing on the hard ground. She heard John scream her name, but she had no time to react to him. The T-888 stepped in front of Cameron and kicked her in the stomach. He then fell on top of her and began to punch her.
Sarah grabbed a gun from the jeep and shot the T-888 in the back several times. The T-888 moved away from Cameron after stealing her gun and pointed to the direction of John, Derek, and Sarah. John was scared. Derek and Sarah pushed John out of the way, making him hide, but he was not the target this time. Derek Reese was.
Cameron snatched a pole and attacked T-888 in the back of the knees. The trigger was pulled and the bullet hit Derek in the side. Cameron managed to keep the machine foe in place, twisting the metal pole around his neck. "Give me the toolbox!" she shouted. John grabbed the toolbox and ran over to her. "Switchblade." John handed it to her. "Pliers." He continued to do the same. With the pliers, Cameron pulled something out of the machine's head. It looked to be some sort of chip. Cameron stared at it for a good few minutes.
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The front door was slammed open as John, Cameron, and Sarah rushed into the house. John and Sarah were holding a bleeding Derek.
Cameron examined Derek's bullet wound for a few minutes. "I can't fix it." She said in a monotone voice.
"You took a bullet out of me. You can take one out of him!" Sarah's voice began to break.
"Get that fucking piece of metal away from me, damn it!" Derek screamed, trying to get her away. It only increased his pain.
Cameron shook her head. "There's internal damage. He needs medical attention or he dies."
Sarah ran to her bedroom and pulled something out from under her bed. John followed.
"A stun gun. Are you crazy?"
"We have to save him," his mother looked him in the eye. "There's an ER about a mile away." She pointed towards the window.
"And when you get caught, what happens?"
Sarah shook her head. "It doesn't matter. We have to save him!"
"You don't even know who he is!" John screamed.
"He's your uncle!"
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John sat by his desk in his room trying to concentrate on his math homework. Cameron sat on his bed and watched him. It had been an hour since John brought Charley over to give Derek medical care. It had been quiet since. The two teenagers had yet to hear of Derek's condition.
"Are you sure bringing him over was a good idea?" Cameron asked.
John shrugged. "Charley seems to know what to do. It seemed right at the time. He was the only one I could think of."
"It's a big risk, especially with your mom here. Has it not been very long since they have seen each other?"
He nodded. "I know, but maybe it's about time they had a conversation again," he looked at Cameron. "You sure you don't want to do my homework?" he smiled.
Shrugging her shoulders, she said, "Okay."
"I didn't want to see anyone else die, family included." John whispered a few minutes later. It was quiet and awkward while he watched Cameron do his homework. The only sound was the tapping number two pencil and it was starting to drive him insane.
"You're thinking about the cheerleader who jumped. Jordan."
He nodded. "I'm sick of having people die around me. It makes me feel like I can't do anything. But when I know I can, nobody's letting me. Everyone's keeping me from being who I'm apparently supposed to be." He gave Cameron a small glare.
"It's for your own good." Cameron continued to scribble on the paper.
"Of course it is," he sighed. "I just don't like sitting on my ass all day and not being able to do a damn thing."
"You'll be able to do lots of things in the future. Katharine knows." Cameron nodded.
"Katharine?" John questioned.
"Just someone."
"Someone who?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?" he furrowed his eyebrows.
"It's important for you not to know so much about the future or else you might try to change it."
John sighed in defeat. "Fine."
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Friday could not have come at a better time. For the first time in a long time, John received a good night's sleep. He did not have one nightmare about robots, his own death, Skynet, or war. If he even had a dream, he didn't remember it. He didn't analyze it. He was just happy knowing he got a good sleep. He wouldn't end up going to school freaked out or looking like a zombie, not that he cared about his looks or anything.
John forced himself out of bed and stretched before he walked to the kitchen. When he stepped in, he saw Cameron in an oversized t-shirt and boxers. He had never seen her in that look before. Cameron was drinking a cup of coffee. She looked like a normal person. "I've never seen you in that get-up. New clothes?"
Cameron put the cup down and simply nodded. "Yes. Sarah took me to a clothing shop. She told me clothes looked better."
He chuckled. "I'm sure she's said that a few times every morning."
Cameron nodded. "I wrote a note last night for that girl."
"You did?"
"Yes. I thought it would be nice."
John nodded. "Yeah, that is nice. I'm sure she would have liked that a lot, Cameron."
"John, will she know that these people wrote her notes?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"How?" she tilted her head in confusion.
"Heaven."
"What is heaven, John?"
"It's a place good people go to when they die." John ran his fingers through his hair as he searched the fridge for something to eat.
"But suicide is bad."
He turned around to face her, holding a sandwich from last night. "That's true, but she was scared. She was probably a good person."
"People who do bad things are bad too."
John raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Killing is bad. You kill."
Cameron stared at him. "But I kill to save you so you can save the future. That's good."
Sarah Connor walked into the kitchen full of smiles. "Good morning. Sleep well?"
John nodded. "I did for once."
"I don't sleep." Cameron said.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "If only I had a nickel every time I heard that one."
Cameron stood on her feet. "I can go get you one."
John swallowed and chuckled. "It's only a figure of speech. You don't actually have to get one," he turned to his mother. "Where's Charley and…"
"They're in the other room sleeping. I allowed them to stay the night here."
"What are we going to do about the Turk?" Cameron spoke out of turn.
"It's only eight-thirty and you mention it."
She nodded. "It's an important subject."
Sarah turned to John again, ignoring the subject. "Hurry up with your breakfast and get ready or you and Tin Miss here will be late for school."
"Don't worry, Mom. I wouldn't want to miss the first fifteen minutes of school for the world." John said sarcastically, food still in his mouth.
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John and Cameron arrived to school and they saw that Jordan's memorial in the hallway was bigger than the last time they looked at it twenty-four hours ago. There were more colourful balloons, flowers, notes, and cards. There were even lots of pictures of herself and Jordan with friends. Cameron stood in front of it with a white envelope in the palm of her hand.
John looked down at her. "Are you going to add your letter to the others?"
Cameron stared ahead. "I don't know. People will think my letter is stupid."
"Nobody will read it. It's a private thing."
She looked at him and back to the memorial. Slowly, she walked towards the memorial and put her letter with the rest of the ones in the pile. She could see Mr. Harris, the counselor, from the corner of her eye. She also saw Cheri coming towards John's direction.
John nodded towards her. "Hey. Did you write a note yet?"
Cheri shrugged. "Not really. I haven't been able to figure out what to write. I see your sister's written one."
"I haven't been able to figure out what to write either, and yeah, Cameron wrote something. She won't let me see it."
Cheri chuckled. "Some things are just personal. It's a girl thing."
I wonder if Cameron even knows what 'girl things' are. John thought, nodding just to agree with her.
Cameron walked up behind John and tapped him on the shoulder. "The bell's ringing. We should get to class."
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Author's Note: I don't know if anyone's noticed, but can you guess where the title came from? If nobody knows, I'll tell you in the next chapter if anyone wants me to continue. :) I hope I wasn't too bad. ;
