(Disclaimer: All Chapters of this story are the product of my own creation using the characters from the T.V. show Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles. I am making no money off it and write solely for my own entertainment)

Supernatural Series: Rinse and Repeat

Prologue

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The Laws of Mortality…They are the guiding principles that govern all living things. Unbreakable to anything with a lifespan. Most of you probably know some of these, but not all. And I won't tell you, because that would be counter-productive to my tale. For you see, unlike all of you, I am not mortal. I am immoral…no wait, that's not right…well it is, but that's not what I meant. I am immortal. Yes, that's better.

Am I the only immortal? Are there more like me? Well…I can't tell you. Oh I know the answer, I know many answers to mortal questions, but again I can't and won't tell you…at least not right now. For you see, I have made mistakes in the past. Most are small, but not this one. This particular mistake was the result of my foolishness. For I broke one of the Laws of Mortality and thus I am faced with the consequences of my actions. I have tried to right this wrong many times and in many ways. All have ended in failure…

But not this time! I know what I must do! I only hope he is strong enough to live up to my expectations! For if I fail this time, the line between Man and God will be blurred and this world will end in a way that makes the coming apocalypse look like a magical wonderland…Well that and I lose my immortality and I like being an immoral immortal.

Chapter 1

John

I tremble in fear as the time machine in the bank vault started shooting arcs of electricity. Despite my use of the machine in the future, this would be the first time I experience what my father, Uncle Bob, and my newest bodyguard went through. Though I highly doubt the first two were using said machine to escape from a killer robot. Now that I think about it, they used the machine to go back in time and stop a killer robot. Some great leader I am, huh? My soldiers go and fight the bad guys while I flee. I feel a stab of bitterness directed towards myself.

How did my world get turned up on its head so quickly? I won't bother asking why. I know the answer to that. Has something to do with the impending robot apocalypse and me being mankind's last hope. Yeah…that didn't sound crazy. But that's the answer to why. So again I ask, how? One minute I was living like every other kid at home with his mother and future step-father. A man I actually approved of mainly because he hadn't resembled Douchebag A, B, C, etc. that my mom dated to learn some new trade from in any way whatsoever. The next minute my mother goes bat-shit insane (a word I'll never say to her face) with her paranoia and halls me off to Red Valley, New Mexico to once again live like fugitives. I mean…granted, we are fugitives, but still…

Less than three days later and I'm stuck in a bank vault with my mother and until just recently, my latest protector from the future, the one I mentioned earlier, Cameron. While we're on the subject of the latest additions to the "John Connor G. I. Joes" toy line, let me just add that Cameron looks to be around my age (fifteen for those of you who lost track thanks to flippant time machine use), hot as hell, and here's the kicker…not even human. That's right; she's a machine from the future! What a serious rip off! For a lonely teenage male like me, that's like getting a front door key to the Playboy Mansion only to find out its being reposed by the I.R.S. when you get there.

The screeching of metal quickly brings my attention back to my newest bad guy from the future. Because what fucking good are G. I. Joes without bad guys? I mean, hell…if you were going to have someone protect you, you might as well have someone trying to fucking kill you too! Am I right? Man, just once I'd like to receive something from the future that didn't come with a "Kill John Connor add-on".

…Where was I again? Oh yeah! Cornered in a bank vault with a killer robot whose about to finish ripping the vault door off its hinges, and surrounded by the largest showing of special effects outside of Hollywood thanks to a time machine. Because let's face it, running away in a car or on foot was too bland! Especially when your name was John Fucking Connor! If I'm going to run away like the pansy-ass that I am, I'm doing it in style!

The vault door is finally ripped free as the time machine's lightshow started forming a sphere around me, my protector, and my overly paranoid mother carrying the closest thing to Doom's BFG-9000. Yes, that isn't proper English, but I'm beyond caring at this point. As things started getting blindingly bright for me, my mother felt the need to take it from "A flash of bright light" to "Stop staring at the sun" by pulling the trigger of her weapon right as the timer hit zero. My world goes completely white.

XxXxXxXxX

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

My eyes shoot open (when did I close them) and I quickly sit up glancing around in confusion. Where am I? Is this the future? I'm definitely not in the bank vault. But if this is the future then why did it look like my old room back in Red Valley?

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

Turning to my night stand I shut my alarm clock off and tried to figure out what was going on. I didn't bother getting out of bed as I tried piecing everything together …maybe it had all been a dream? Possible, but I doubt it. Crazy shit defines my life, why would I ever think of it as a dream? Besides, it was just too vivid to be a dream. I remembered everything. Cromartie (Cobra Commander), Cameron (G. I. Joe), scrapping my palms in the school parking lot after I tripped, the Dysons, mom being shot. All of it was as clear as any other memory in my recent past.

"Hey get up or you're going to be late for school." I hear my mother say from behind my closed door.

Quickly jumping out of bed I rushed to my closet and grabbed the first outfit I could find, which ironically was the outfit I remembered wearing only a few days ago. I didn't bother trying to comb my hair or wash up, instead I ran into the kitchen to see my mother making those God-forsaken pancakes dressed exactly as she had been on my first day of school.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked in disbelief.

Mom gave me a confused look. "What do you mean, 'what the hell going on'? Today is your first day of school. You're not planning on going looking like that are you?"

"Don't you remember any of this?" I demand.

"Remember what?"

"This!" I say throwing my arms up and gesturing wildly. "New Mexico, the machines being back, the jump to the future? Doesn't any of this ring a bell?"

Mom moved the pancakes off the stove and turned to face me. "John calm down. You were just having a nightmare."

"Mom they found us!" I nearly shouted. "Don't you remember! Cameron told you she and Cromartie were able to track us down because we didn't change our alias!"

I watched mom's face pale. We hadn't had to run in such a long time that she had forgotten a few things. The least of which being, to constantly change your name each and every time you ran. It was clear to me that she didn't know who Cameron was from her lack of recognition when I said her name, but it didn't matter. I had pointed out a very important detail she overlooked.

"Pack your stuff! We're leaving!" Mom orders as she rushes to her room.

"Mom-"

"Now, John!" She yells.

I quickly comply. I still have no idea what's going on, but I did know that we couldn't risk sticking around. Terminator protector or no, I wasn't going to give Cromartie a second chance at killing me. It didn't take long to pack up what little we had brought with us. Hopping into our station wagon we sped out of town and headed east. The ride itself was completely silent between mom berating herself for making such an amateur mistake and me still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Like I said, I'm used to the unusual happening to me, but reliving a day that I experienced three days ago goes beyond what I am willing to accept.

With our alias compromised we couldn't safely make it into Mexico. Unless we did, you know, the more popular means of border crossing, but there was just too much risk involved for that to be an option. However that didn't stop mom from hugging the border. If worse came to worse she would force her way through. By late afternoon we were deep within the boundaries of Texas. The sun had nearly set by the time we pulled off the highway and checked ourselves into a cheap motel.

Despite having been in a car for an obscene amount of hours the first thing I did upon entering our room was collapse on one of the beds. Too much thinking made my head hurt and I was mentally exhausted after having spent most of the car ride going over everything that happened and thinking of possible explanations. Sadly, I was still no closer to figuring anything out. So I did the sensible thing and gave up. Regardless of what I remember happening, I was no longer in familiar territory. I was in a new state with my mother and neither Cameron nor Cromartie knew where we were. Thus, everything I remember was rendered null and void.

Closing my eyes I drifted off to sleep.

XxXxXxXxX

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

My eyes snap open at the frighteningly familiar sound of my alarm clock. Sitting up in bed I saw that I was once more back in my room in Red Valley. But that was impossible! I had been in Texas sleeping in some cheap motel room less than twelve hours ago! I remember trying to write off my time with Cameron and mom as a dream, but now I knew that may not have been the case. Something was going on, something weird. Weird even by my definition of the word.

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

I glare at the alarm clock as I shut it off. Of all the things I have to wake up to, why did it have to be that infernal beeping? Why not a naked woman sexually pleasing me? Or three naked women for that matter?

…What can I say? I'm fifteen, male, and thinking of ideal ways to wake up. That method would sound good to any single, heterosexual male of any age over twelve.

"Hey get up or you're going to be late for school." I hear mom say from behind my closed door. I'm overcome with a sense of déjà vu.

Getting out of bed I headed over to my closet, albeit at a slower pace than yesterday. I was about to grab the nearest set of clothes, but decided to wear something else, even going so far as to choose a different pair of underwear and socks than the ones I grabbed the day before. Stepping out of my room and into the bathroom and washed up. Now out of the shower, I quickly ran a brush through my hair to get rid of the bed head. I look over my reflection and inspect my flawless face. By flawless I mean devoid of any fresh cuts. I still had a scar or two that I picked up when we had to deal with Officer Meltman a few years ago. I look over at a disposable razor we purchased before moving to Red Valley. A plan formulated in my head.

Well…it wasn't so much a plan as much as it was an experiment. A way to confirm what I feared already to be true. I pick up the razor and quickly shave what little hair I had growing on my face. Once I was clean shaven I applied an extra bit of pressure and with a slight flick, I cut the skin right under my chin. A fresh scrap of toilet paper over the newly bleeding wound and I exited the bathroom. Entering the kitchen I saw my mother once again standing in the exact same place, wearing the exact same clothes, and making the exact same freaking pancakes.

"Wow, what a surprise." I mumbled sarcastically to myself.

"Did you say something?" she asks looking over her shoulder at me.

I open my mouth to reply negatively when an idea came to me, "Mom, what did we do yesterday?"

She gives me a confused look. "We moved into this house, registered you for school, and started unpacking. But you shouldn't need me to tell you that."

"Yeah, right, of course." I say distractedly. If things really were going to repeat themselves, then I had a fairly good idea about what would happen if I started running my mouth. Mom gave me a strange look and I could tell she knew something was bothering me. "Sorry…must have been a dream."

She gives me a teasing smile and replies. "Well you may want to quit daydreaming and eat your breakfast or you'll be late for your first day of school."

"…School…right." I say half-heartedly. Mom was still in what I liked to call "mommy mode" where she pretends that we have this normal mother and son relationship. She took up that role after we "stopped" Skynet in an effort to give me a normal childhood. I never had the heart to tell her that I found her act to be scarier than those haunted house attractions that always popped up during Halloween.

I quickly finish my breakfast of syrup flavored cardboard before fleeing the house in a hurry. Whatever was going on, mom seemed completely unaware of it and if I were to venture a guess I would say that the same would apply to Cameron. So I planned to go through the day as normal as I could. I needed to confirm my situation and I felt the simplest way to do that would be to act as an observer.

XxXxXxXxX

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

I quickly shut the fucking thing up and glare at it once more.

"I'm really beginning to hate you!" I tell the satanic piece of machinery. However, despite my hatred I get my first affirmation of the day. Last night I purposely unplugged the alarm clock and yet here it was, plugged in and set to wake me up. I quickly jump out of bed and rush to my closet grabbing whatever clothes my hand lands on before rushing to the bathroom. A quick inspection of my face provides me with affirmation number two. My shaving cut from the day before is gone. No scab at all.

Sighing I continue my morning routine. Shower, shave, dress, and out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Surprisingly, mom is just applying the pancake batter to the pan. I set a speed record this morning. Hooray!

"Mom why are you always making pancakes?" I ask. I know the reason, it's the closest thing she can make that is edible and like I would never call my mom insane to her face, I would never tell her, her pancakes suck…At least, not under normal circumstances.

Her brow furrows as she looks at me. "You love my pancakes."

"Correction!" I start. "I love hating them. It's a symbolic relationship I have with your failed attempts at cooking."

She gives me with a disapproving glare. Most moms would be hurt to hear such cruel words from their children. My mom just gets pissed. "If you hate it so much then you can go ahead and starve."

"Kay!" I say cheerfully. "Can I have five bucks so I can pick up something from McDonalds?"

She doesn't move, but I can almost swear that her glare is getting more heated.

"…So that's a no?"

Okay, now her glare is definitely getting more heated.

"Right!" I say as I grab my backpack and make a speedy retreat towards the door. "I'll see you, I love you, bye bye!"

I exit the house and make it ten feet before I burst out laughing. How long have I waited to say something like that to my mom? Despite my loathing for my current situation, there's something to be said about doing things I would never normally do without fear of reprisal. I decide to capitalize on my experience with what today will offer. Who knows when I'll get this chance again?

(End of Chapter 1)

Thus we have the start of my rewrite. It is my goal to finish the formatting of one chapter a day. For those who have read the original story you'll notice to additions to the first chapter. I feel I flushed things out a little better, but I didn't want to do too much with this chapter because I have plans for additions to other scenes which I think you will all find quite enjoyable. Hope you like the new formatting.

I won't take down the old Supernatural Series: Rinse and Repeat because like Let's Start a Riot I like having something that shows my growth as a writer. Also I am still taking new scene ideas and suggestions. I will also tone-down if not completely redo John's power. I won't get rid of it because it is a key element to the story, but I will be working it over.