Protection: Terminator Chapter 4: Part 4, a terminator fanfic

Part Four

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-they had made it home.

Sarah helped John out of the damaged vehicle, and walked him up into the house.

-before she entered, she turned around and looked back at the man that saved his life: "Thank-you so much. I don't know what we would do without you."she found herself standing right before him soon enough-blocking out the sun with a hand.

He didn't say nothing back;

"I am programmed to protect John. Don't thank me."he reassured her-while she scratched the back of her head, and turned into the direction of the house.

But she stopped.

-thank...and with that, she stood to her tip-toes and placed a wet kiss upon his human cheek-...you..."Sarah couldn't believe herself. Why did she do that? Why did she kiss him...and why was she feeling these strange emotions all over again?

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Terminator could barely recall what a 'kiss' was. He had erased his memories of that a long time ago.

"Come inside."she offered him, and he followed her.

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Their house wasn't much. Nothing at all.

-it was exactly like a scrunched condo. Each room of the house was as small as John himself-but honesty bluffing.

Sarah gave Terminator a quick tour of the house, to make sure he knew and understood where everything was. Especially John's bedroom.

"Now this is where you will be staying-well...

she remembered how he barely fell asleep. So it was practically no use in telling him he had his own bedroom. Just in case, it was there. The Terminator turned to her, and went silent: "Thank-you."

Sarah smiled at that.

She smiled at his improving vocabulary. He was becoming more of a human everyday it seemed.

...Sarah pointed her eyes down at her feet.

"Your-welcome."

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-12:32-

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Sarah had fallen asleep while watching a bit of tv on the couch, where John was telling Terminator about TV!

"Okay. This is TV. It's something my mom and I really enjoy doing, well together anyways. It's-The television is a telecommunication system for broadcasting and receiving moving pictures and sound over a distance."the Terminator interrupted, completely over-ridden the young boy.

John was suprised. Well not really suprised, just really amazed at the Terminator T-101's special ability to scan over the objects around them, and automatically understand.

"Nice-to be honest, I never would've been able to come up with those words. Good job, man."he raised his hand and smacked the palm of it into the man's leather back.

-Terminator turned his head in the kid's direction.

"What is it...John?"

John swallowed, and stood up.

"Well, uh. You slap somebody on the back when they have done a good job of something. Like-uh...well like, getting an A on the math test, or learning how to ride a bike for the first time. Well maybe not that but-you understand. Don't you?"

-he ran his fingers through his long-greasey hair, trying not to put so much weight on his stitched knee as he stared at the Terminator's serious stare.

"Affirmative!"

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"Okay enough of this TV stuff. Let me show you my bedroom. You might be shocked at what you will see. Nah. Just joking!"he slammed his hand on his back again. But by the look on Terminator's face, he didn't seem to be enjoying the whole 'Good-Job' thing all that well.

"Here it is. A big mess."

the boy commented-letting him take a good look around.

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"Action Figures...an action figure is a posable character figurine made of plastic or other materials, and often based upon characters from a movie,comic book, video game, or television program...

The Terminator's cybernetic mind was going rampant while those eyes of his turned over every non-moving object in John's bedroom.

-the kid put a hand over his shoulder and dug fingernails into the leathered material.

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-Danger!-

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Sarah had just waken up to the terrible cries of her son screaming at the top of his lungs...now that was something no mother would love to wake-up to.

"John...?"

she was so dizzy from the long nap that she took, her mind all rambled with unknown words and thoughts, as she rose to her feet, and raced into the boy's room. "John!"she cried, tearing his room apart-down to the sheets on the bed to the clothes in the closet.

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