AN: This story takes place before the first season of T:SCC and tells of Cameron's quest to locate John Connor. This is my first Terminator fan fiction, so any advice would be more then welcome. Please enjoy.

*************************************************************************************It begins in an alley. The alley is dark, damp, and devoid of life. Then, there is a flash. Then another. Then a blinding explosion of light fills the dark alley, chasing the darkness to the furthest recesses in the alley, where the darkness waits eagerly for the light to vanish. From the light, emerges a perfect sphere. The sphere then glows to an intense level, before vanishing into tiny bits of glass like material. The alley is now returned to the dark. But where the light once shown, something else appeared. A lone figure. The figure stands in a fetal position, which it had assumed before the light had taken it. Now that the light has finished its job, the figure rises to begin its job. As it rises, stray beams of light hit the figure, revealing its identity to the world, although no one was there to see it. The figure was a woman. And she was naked. However, unlike most women who would find themselves in the rather unfortunate position of finding oneself buck naked in the middle of a city ally, she did not try to hide her nakedness. Ever since Adam and Eve had bitten of the Forbidden Fruit in the Garden and their eyes were opened to their nakedness, mankind had become obsessed with trying to hide their shame, by attempting to hide their nakedness before an all seeing God. But shame was a very human trait. And this figure was far from human. The figure stood still for moment. It began to scan its environment, with senses that were far beyond what mere humans were capable. After taking in its surroundings, the figure strolled out of the ally, and into the city. Searching for clues to as to where, and when, it was.

As the man stumbled down the street, it didn't take much to tell that he was drunk. A normal human being could tell, without the use of sophisticated technology. He was on his fifth beer, but that wasn't what was on his mind right now. At the moment, his attention was completely focused on the very attractive, and very naked, woman who walked, in an almost robotic way, out of a nearby ally. Normally this sight would have phased anyone, however the drunk, without skipping a beat, moving to put his moves on the new comer.

"Woo baby! You that desperate?"

The woman turned and looked at him, but did not reply.

"Hey you wanna go somewhere more private?"

The woman grabbed the drunk and slammed him into the wall of the ally.

"OW! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

"What day is it? What year?"

The man could only stare dumbfounded at the woman. "What have you been smoking?"

The woman grabbed the man's arm, and twisted it to an unnatural angle, causing the man to cry out in pain.

"I need your clothes. Now."

The man leaned in and spit in her face.

"Make me."

It didn't take much to convince him. Humans are notorious for their low tolerance to pain. After relieving the man of his clothes, the woman left him and the alley behind. She had found herself in the middle of a large city. What city it was, wasn't the important thing at the moment. She looked up at the night sky. While the city's bright lights hid most of the stars from an average human's eyes, her eyes were able to see past the city's light pollution. Checking the current position of the stars, she was able to find the date.

June 20th 1999.

She had made it.

I'm not really sure about everything that's going to happen in this story, so any comments, suggestions, or story ideas will be more than welcome. I'm also debating on wither I should continue writing this story in the same way, or if I should write it from Cameron's point of view in the first person.