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

Chapter 3

*BEEP*BEEP*BEE-*

*CRASH*

John was sitting in bed looking at the broken window with boredom. Throwing the clock just wasn't satisfying anymore. Not surprising since it had been three weeks since he started throwing it. He just continued with it for the sake of consistency. If he was doomed to live a life of constant repeats then he might as well contribute some part to it. A lesser man would have probably contemplated suicide by now, but not John. Then again, that was probably because he had already tried. Admittedly under different circumstances, but it still didn't change the fact that it nothing changed.

'So much for the easy way out.' He thought bitterly.

Sarah burst through his bedroom door, shotgun in hand. "John!?"

"I'm alright." He said not looking at her. "Just decided I liked the window better open. I'll fix it later."

His mother took this in with a mix of shock and confusion. Not knowing how to respond she uneasily said. "Well…you um…you better!"

His door closed not a moment later leaving him to his thoughts. After the nightmarish run that ended in his mother's death, his incarceration, and eventual suicide; he played things safe. Which meant he went to school every day, saw the same crap, and met the same people. The only thing he did differently was take the time to get to know each of his fellow students. None of them really proved to be all that interesting, but it was a change of pace.

The constant resets weren't without some benefits though. He was getting better at reading Cameron and his mother. Not only that but he was also getting plenty of practice lying to them which inadvertently made him harder to read. Another boost came in the form of confidence and social skills. Having never had to deal with people over a long period of time made it simple for him to ignore everyone effectively crippling what little people skills he had.

However, with the constant resets all of that changed. While he was becoming adept at reading Cameron and his mother he was becoming a master at reading everyone else. As his skills grew so did his courage. Approaching new people no longer made him feel uncomfortable. Now he could walk right up to them in a crowded area and boldly introduce himself. Even so, there was still very little of interest in Red Valley.

'God, this sucks. Taking the time to meet new people is a nice change and all, but it doesn't help how boring things are getting.' He thought. 'But what can I do? I can't risk not being in school, losing mom once was hard enough. But where the hell can I find excitement in a repetitive world.'

His eyes drifted over to the broken window as a cool breeze flew in. Suddenly he viewed it differently. He had taken to throwing the alarm clock through the window because he found it amusing and knew the window would be fixed the following morning. If the window would be fixed every morning, then…

A mischievous smile tugged at his lips. 'Oh this'll be fun.'

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John walked down the empty halls of the school. The students inside the rooms being taught by their instructors. As he passed the door to each class room he would see a few of the students eyeing him in confusion. Bewildered by his get-up. Around his shoulders a thick purple fabric served as a cape. In his hand he held a plastic golden cane. A Burger King crown sat on his head completing the ensemble. It wasn't much, but it was all he could find in the school's prop storage on such short notice.

Reaching his classroom he threw the door open and stepped in drawing the eyes of everyone in the classroom. Some of the students gave him funny looks while others sniggered at how ridiculous he appeared. The science teacher, Mr. Ferguson seemed stumped at his intrusion. However, none of the faces could match Cameron's. It had to be the most emotional look any machine could ever come up with on their own accord. Confusion, curiosity, and disbelief mixed together. John idly wondered if she was aware of her mouth being open and her eyes having not blinked for over a minute.

Mr. Ferguson finally appeared to have located his voice as he asked. "Who are you?"

John gave him an affronted look, "Why I'm Henry the Eighth, I am!"

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John made his way down the empty school hallway once more. Today was the reset following his King Henry incident. While yesterday had been mildly amusing, it didn't quite match what he was going for. He blamed it on the fact that it was his first time ever intentionally making an ass of himself. Looking down at his getup he felt much better about this run. The idea had come to him after raiding the school's prop storage room. Inside he had stumbled upon a Roman soldier's costume. He even managed to locate a plastic spear to go with it.

Stopping at his classroom he once more threw the door open and stepped in. This time he was met with more sniggering than the day before. Mr. Ferguson was even more bewildered than he was yesterday. Cameron's look was the only one that didn't change.

"Who are you?" Mr. Ferguson questioned.

John slammed the butt of his plastic spear a few times against the ground before proudly singing out, "Trojan Man!"

The entire class minus Cameron and Mr. Ferguson burst out laughing. One of the students sitting nearby noticed a particular part of his outfit and asked aloud, "Is that a…bandolier of condoms?"

John looked at the belt of plastic and rubber running diagonally across his chest. It had been the only part of his outfit that he had to buy.

"Why yes it is my frivolous little sperm bank." He admitted cheerfully. Pulling the belt of condoms off he tossed it to the student and added. "Help yourself. Remember, only you can prevent baby-making."

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John walked down the empty school hallways wearing his regular school clothing. After having gone in and labeling himself "Trojan Man" he was finding it hard to top. He had searched through the prop room from top to bottom for most of the morning, but came up empty. He finally decided to call it quits after failing to find anything after nearly twenty minutes of searching.

"How disappointing." He mumbled to himself as he opened the door to Mr. Ferguson's class. He was beyond fashionably late.

Ferguson looked over at him with annoyance for disrupting his class. "And your name would be?"

"Thomas Dekker."

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'Well that was weird.' John thought, once more walking down the empty school hallway. He couldn't remember who he said he was but he did remember that the second after the name left his mouth he was back in his bed at the start of another reset. It was like the universe had imploded. 'Jesus it's cold!'

He brought his hands up and started rubbing his bare chest and arms. The towel wrapped around his waist slipped a bit and he quickly reached down to keep it from falling off. He finally found the answer to beating Trojan Man! Stopping outside Ferguson's class he quickly rubbed his body once more for heat before throwing the door open and walking in.

He didn't receive any laughs this time just looks of astonishment. Cameron's face was once again stuck in the same look while Ferguson shared the same look as the rest of the class.

"Can I help you?" The teacher asked unsurely.

"I'm the nude model hired by the art department." John explained giving the class a look of false confusion. "This is the art room isn't it?"

"…No…this is a science class." Ferguson slowly answered. His shock shadowed the fact that a high school wouldn't hire a nude model, much less a fifteen year old nude model!

"God dammit!" John cursed ripping off his towel and throwing it to the floor in anger. Many of the girls cheered him on when they saw he really was nude under the towel. "Those bastards in the office said this was the art room I needed to go to!" Turning around he started walking out of the class. "They better not dock my pay on account of their incompetence!"

As the door shut the classroom erupted with talking. Ferguson wasn't even capable trying to calm his students down. Fortunately he was spared the trouble as the door opened once more and John walked back in.

"Sorry, I forgot my towel."

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John entered his science class on time for the first time in four days. He'd finally had enough fun to last him for a while. Walking around school naked for a day kind of begged you to return to normal. Well…that and because he couldn't figure out what to do next. Topping Trojan Man had been difficult, finding something better than nude model would be next to impossible. So he decided to sit through class listening to Mr. Ferguson's introduction for the umpteenth time.

"Hey!" Cameron's feminine voice quietly called out from behind him. He continued staring at the teacher planning to ignore her again, but decided on something different. He had ignored her every time following his realization that she remembered nothing of the resets. He just didn't know how to deal with her, nor if he wanted to. She was a machine using her skills as an infiltrator to get close to him. That knowledge had left him feeling rather pissed off for some while.

At the time, he had preferred the idea of her just coming out straight with him like Uncle Bob had. However as they say, maturity comes with time and time was something he had an abundance of it. As time marched on he had to admit that Cameron's efforts probably were better with the given situation. Back then he had believed they had stopped J-Day and that the machines were gone. Now that he knew differently he could only wonder how he would have reacted had that illusion been abruptly shattered.

'What the hell.' He thought as he turned to face her. "Hey."

"What's your name?"

"John."

"Cameron." She introduced with a bright smile. Turning around he saw the teacher glaring at them.

'And no talking while I'm talking.' John thought mimicking Ferguson word for word.

The bell rang and John grabbed his things before walking over to Cameron. There was no need for him to act like a loner.

"Since dingle-berry cut us off, let me reintroduce myself. I'm John." He said holding out his hand. Knowing Cameron wouldn't be offended by his choice of vocabulary allowed him to use some of his more favored insults for Ferguson.

He was fairly certain Cameron didn't know what a dingle-berry was, but she gave a small laugh anyway. Taking his hand in hers, she replied. "I'm Cameron."

John quickly took control of the shake trying to locate anything that would give her true nature away. Knowing she was a terminator, he was curious how well she could sow the human illusion. His actions were subtle, a little pressure here a lessening of the tension there. He was looking for anything to give away her inhuman strength or the weight of her metal arm. Cameron didn't seem to notice. Smiling at her, he released her hand. Nothing in their actions seemed off. John had to admit, she was good at her job.

The two of them walked out of the classroom and into the halls. "I've never seen you around here before. Did you just move here?"

"Yeah." He replied with a nod.

Cameron gave him another small laugh, "Sucks for you."

'You have no idea.' He thought as he laughed.

"My dad sells tractors, what about yours?"

John took a deep breath and looked towards the ceiling as if to say he was contemplating something. "Ya know…it's not really that interesting."

Cameron's eyes fell to the floor, making it look like he hurt her feelings by brushing off her question. He gave her a sideways glance with a teasing smile. He didn't want to have this conversation again. At least, not in the same way he had before.

"Buuuut…" He dragged out catching her attention. "I guess if you're really interested we could get together and share some stories. Say…after school, maybe?"

He watched her face light up like she just learned there was a Santa Clause for terminators. "Sure!" Her eyes suddenly grew wide as if just remembering something. "Oh! Will your parents be ok? I mean do you have let them know in advance?"

"Eh…so I get grounded for a week." He said with a shrug. Silently adding, 'Not like it will matter tomorrow, anyway.'

"Ok! Then I'll see you after school." She said starting to walk off.

"It's a date!" John loudly called out; once more admiring how good an infiltrator she was when she produced a blush.

(End of Chapter 3)

Ok I honestly didn't want to work on this chapter until I finished chapter 5 of Who is John Connor? but I felt after the ending of the previous chapter it wasn't really fair to leave you all with such a dark scene. Especially since I said this is meant to be a fun little story. mosherguy18 asked back with Chapter 1 if this would be a Jameron story. I know I have a tendency for calling my stories Jameron, but I wouldn't feel safe saying that with this story. There will be Jameron elements, but due to the nature of this particular fic there won't be anything that's really solid. Later on in the series I'll probably make it Jameron, but as for this fic I'd have to say no.

Anyway, next chapter John learns an important lesson about the resets and that there is a possibility for escape. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please leave a review.