Terminator - The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Title: Terminator Evolution
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of The Terminator nor Terminator - The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I only have the DVD's and the games.
Setting: Somewhere after "Vick's Chip"
Author: DragonSeraphin
Rating: Teen (Some chapters might get a different rating depending on what happens...)
Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction. I havn't been in school for quite a while, but after reading a lot of the stories on this site, I found myself wanting to try to write one of my own. Please read and review. Good, Bad, or Indifferent. All reviews are welcome. I know that my sentence grammer isn't the best, but as I said, this is my first.
Remember, please review. I would like to find out if I'm worthy of being an author or if I should quit before I start. Im already working on my second chapter. Thanks and hopefully you all enjoy this FF.
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John Connor. That's who he is. That's all he ever will be. No one can ever change that, not even himself. The future leader of the Resistance. Mankind's last hope for survival. Scared of a destiny he has yet to behold. Spending most of his life on the run, hundreds of different aliases, and unholy amount of different homes. No matter where he goes, not matter what he does, they always come for him. Because that's what they do. That's all they ever do. They are built to do one perfect thing… Kill.
John Connor sat up in bed awoken by the smell of pancakes. They weren't just any old pancakes that his mom made, these had a different scent to them. They were actually making his mouth water. They smelt perfect. He blinked several times to adjust to the early morning light as it entered his room though the curtains, engulfing it in a warm orange hue. After a few minutes of sitting in his bed staring at the ceiling and thinking to himself about what they day had in store for him, his stomach finally had enough. He slowly made his way down the stairs holding the railing for support, since he was still half asleep, he was scared he would fall down the stairs. The carpeted stairs were comfortable against his bare feet, the bristles tickled them as he made his way into the kitchen.
"Morning." He said in a half yawn as he stretched.
"Hi, I made you pancakes." Cameron replied with a warm smile as she placed a plate of 3 pancakes on his placemat at the table.
"I tried a new recipe."
"O'God! They're fantastic!!!" He said with a mouthful of her new pancakes.
"What did you put in them?" He asked.
"I added a teaspoon of vanilla extract to your mother's recipe." She said with a smug smile.
"I didn't even know she had a recipe." He said finishing the first pancake in two bites and moving on to the next one.
She went back to the counter and grabbed the pancake box and placed it on the table in front of him. "It was on the back of the box."
A smile crossed his face as he explained to her that the recipe was available for anyone who bought the pancake mix.
"Oh. Thank you for explaining. After you finish your pancakes you better go upstairs and get changed, we have a long day ahead of us today."
"Do we need guns?" He asked with an inquisitive look on his face.
"The truck is already loaded. Sarah and Derek left early this morning and we are to meet up with them at 13:45 downtown."
He finished his pancakes slowly, not wanting to miss a single second of these delectable pancakes made of perfection. As soon as he was done, he carefully licked his lips, and took the plate to the sink.
"You know I will never get tired of your cooking. It's so much better than moms ever could be." He gave her a small kiss on the cheek and went upstairs to get dressed. Cameron stood there for a few seconds trying to calculate what just happened. Her cheeks turned to a tomato's shade of red and she couldn't figure out why. A mystery yet to be revealed.
1:58 pm. Los Angeles
"Where are they? They were suppost to be here by now. What could be taking them so long?" John's concern was starting to show. In all the years that he has known his mother, she was never late.
"Maybe they were caught in traffic, this is Los Angeles. The traffic system here is over congested and they might be caught in mid day rush hour." Cameron replied trying to calm him down.
"I know how the traffic is here Cam. Mom wouldn't get caught in traffic, she would have had a backup plan incase her original route was full. This isn't like her, and I don't know what's going on."
~Ring ring. He quickly rustled though his jacket to find his phone and answered it.
"22 September."
"Mom?! Where are you? Are you ok? Why aren't you here?" He shouted into the phone.
"John, its ok. There has been a change of plan. The meeting place has been changed, I want you to go back to the house and wait for us there. Understand? I love you. See you soon." The line went dead.
They both looked at each expressing the same look of concern.
"What the hell was that about? Cam, what could be going on?" He asked.
The only thought that crossed her mind, or CPU, was that somehow a Terminator was involved in this. She ran multiple simulations though her mind, but that was the only conclusion that she was able to come up with. Somehow, Sarah Conner and Derek Reese had been captured. She tilted her head to the side as she looked back at John. "I don't know John, but I don't like it. I suggest that we proceed with extreme caution."
He agreed.
Connor Residence 2:35 pm
Cameron opened the door slowly and entered the foyer. It was dark and quiet. Too quiet. She made her way into the kitchen area and used her voice synthesizer to simulate John's voice. "Mom?"
"I'm upstairs honey, come on up, I want to show you something" Sarah said.
Cameron was a bit taken back by this. She drew her colt .45 M1911A1 and proceeded up the stairs toward Sarah's room. As soon as she arrived at the door, she could see a shadow cross the floor rapidly. She opened the door once again using John's voice. "Mom, what's going –"
Before she had a chance to finish the rest of the sentence, 4 shots rang out, all hitting her square in the chest. She fell to the ground and pretended to be lifeless as the Terminator came over to find out if John Connor was alive… or dead. As soon as she felt the hand of the Terminator touch her body, she reached behind her back and pulled out a Remington 12 gauge shotgun and at pointblank range, fired into the face of the Terminator.
The shot had done some serious damage. The buck from the shot had damaged the Terminator's eye, and even though it was exposed, it no longer contained a red glow of AI life. The eye was dead. The Terminator stumbled back for a second realizing that it's left eye had been damaged. She fired again, tearing into the Terminator's skull. The Terminator fell backwards before trying a hasty retreat.
Mission Evaluate – Unknown Cyborg
Mission Override – Evade
The Terminator was about to get up when Cameron came down with a crushing blow onto its head. She grabbed the Terminator by the back of the jacket and threw it though the window, sending it crashing into the concrete one floor below. She then leapt out the window and landed on the backside of the Terminator pinning it to the ground. She aimed the shotgun at the back of the Terminator and fired off 3 consecutive rounds into its spine, rendering the lower half of its body useless. She then 2 more rounds into its neck, rendering the rest of its body offline.
"John, bring me the toolbox!!!" she screamed.
Still in a state of shock from what he just witnessed, he stumbled out of the truck and ran into the garage grabbing a pair of pliers and a flat nosed screwdriver. He silently watched as she jammed the screwdriver though the flesh and removed the port cover and the shock dampening assembly. Finally with the CPU exposed, she took the pliers and pulled out the CPU.
"John, we have a slight problem." She said.
"Well… Are you going to tell me what it is?!"
"This is an older model. That's why I had no problem in taking it offline. It's a model T800. But that's the thing, I've never seen this series before. The CPU says that it's a 102 model. Skynet decommissioned the T800 models after failure to complete 2 separate missions. They failed to kill you. That's why Skynet upgraded to the T850 models, then to the T888 models that we have seen around here. Why would Skynet send an obsolete model to try to kill you?"
"I don't know Cameron. But I'm not worried about that right now. Where is my Mom? Where is Derek? What in the hell did it do with them?"
"I don't know John. But we are going to find out." She replied examining the chip still in her hand.
