NO TRUST

AUTHOR'S NOTE

First Sarah Conner Chronicles fic. Reference to T2. Belongs to James Cameron and Fox. Takes place shortly after they learn that the mysterious stranger is Derek Reese, Kyle's brother. Mentions child abuse.

"John hasn't been sleeping." Sarah Conner looked to the Terminator that was protecting them.

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

"John hasn't been sleeping," Cameron repeated. "He's been…uncomfortable…ever since Kyle Reese's brother arrived," she continued.

"Thank you, Cameron. I'll talk to him," Sarah told her. She then walked out of the kitchen and to her son's bedroom.

"You're welcome," Cameron said to the empty room. Sarah knocked on her son's room.

"What?" fifteen-year old John Conner's weary voice came through the door.

"John, can we talk?" Sarah queried. The door opened.

"Talk about what?" he bit off.

"Cameron says you've been edgy ever since Derek showed up," she commented.

"It's nothing, Mom. Forget about it," the boy said.

"John--" Sarah began to say, but he shut the door in her face. John dropped to the floor, his back sliding against the door. He buried his face in his hands and tried to calm his breathing. He couldn't tell his mother why he was so nervous around Uncle Derek. She wouldn't understand. Neither would he. He saw the look of hurt and confusion on the man's face every time he flinched at a touch, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't really used to having another man around, other than Charlie Dixon. Charlie had been great. He had helped him with the nightmares and they had finally faded. Then, they had had to leave and everything had been upset. And now that Uncle Derek was here, they were cropping up again. He couldn't tell them, but Uncle Derek's attitude reminded him so much of Todd. The stubbornness, the 'we-do-it-my-way-or-no-way' attitude, and the little half smirk…they were all Todd. John shivered, feeling the ghost of the man's hands on his body. He couldn't tell them. Not ever. He couldn't tell them that Todd had dirtied him, sullied him…after all, if he couldn't even fight off one man, how could he ever lead a resistance?

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Okay, really not how I first envisioned the fic. But I think it works. If you or someone you know has been sexually assaulted, call RAINN's national hotline at 1-800-656-HOPE (4673).