A/N: This is based on the Terminator Chronicles. I watched a few of the season 2 episodes and this is based on what happens in the final episode. I hope I didn't screw it up to much, I'm always uncomfortable when I work with characters that I'm not familiar with so I hope no-one is offended. I hope the way the POV jump around isn't to confusing.

Flames will be ignored, so don't do it. No one is forcing you to read it, so if you know you won't like it then don't bother reading it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the mistakes found here.

Warning: This story contains spanking of teenager and bad language

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Not What He Expected

Part III Family

He told them everything, from the first time his mother had been attacked, to Kyle going back in time, the foster homes, the mental hospital, the training, Derek and the resistance fighters in his time, Cameron and how he'd ended up here. Once he was through he glanced up and looked at Kyle and Derek they both looked shocked.

"Not exactly what you expected to hear right?" said John.

"No, not exactly kid, but it does explain a lot," said Derek as he looked over at the kid and then at his brother. Yup, it explained a lot especially the resemblance.

"You…you believe me?" asked John surprised, it was too easy, he wouldn't believe himself.

"Yes, we believe you," said Kyle as his gaze raked over John as if memorizing everything about him.

"Why?" questioned John.

"Let's just say stranger things have happened around here," said Derek.

"What do you mean?" asked John.

"Nothing," said Kyle as he glanced at his brother.

"Yeah, nothing kid," said Derek catching Kyle's gaze; maybe another time.

"Alright, fine," said John.

"Hey, wait a minute here," said Derek smiling to himself.

"What?" asked John.

"Your John Conner future leader of the resistance?" asked Derek.

"Yes, I told you that," said John not sure why Derek was doing this.

"Derek…" started Kyle only to be cut-off by his brother as he continued his questioning of John.

"Your mother is Sarah Conner?" asked Derek.

"Yes," said John slightly annoyed.

"Your father is Kyle Reese?" asked Derek.

"Yes," muttered John annoyed at Derek's questioning.

"So, that makes you family cause Kyle here is my bro so that makes you my nephew, right?" asked Derek.

"I already said yes," said John upset about the line of questioning.

"Alright, so let me ask you then, the mouth and the kneeing me, is that anyway to treat your uncle?" asked Derek smiling at John.

"You were being annoying and wouldn't let up," said John.

"You were being disrespectful and rude," countered Derek.

"I was not," retorted an upset John.

"Yes, you were and I think you need a lesson in manners oh nephew of mine," said Derek.

"What? You've got to be kidding me, who the hell do you think you are to tell me what I need?" demanded John standing up and standing in front of Derek.

"Point taken," said Derek much to John's annoyance.

"Shut up," said John.

"I think you need that blistering I offered earlier and now I won't feel awkward about it since your family," said Derek reaching out to grab John.

"Screw you, I don't need shit from you," said John moving out of Derek's reach.

"You obviously do, something called manners and respect," said Derek.

"Your delusional you have no right, you hear no right, if anyone need a lesson in manners it's you, you fucking moron not me," said John.

"I think you need that lesson right now," said Derek as he made another grab for John only to have the boy back away from him once more. But Derek was faster and he managed to grab the boy regardless.

John started kicking at Derek as he tried to pull him with him towards the cot. No way, no fucking way was he letting Derek spank him, not in this lifetime, who the hell did he think he was, his father? Speaking of he turned to look at Kyle who was quietly watching the whole exchange.

"Kyle, do something, tell him he has no right. Do something!" demanded John.

"Derek, let him go," said Kyle.

"No, this is what he needs Kyle," said Derek as he sat on the cot, he was about to pull the struggling kid over his lap when Kyle pulled him away from him.

"What the hell Kyle?" asked Derek as he looked over at his brother.

"Open the fucking door," said John from across the room. As soon as Kyle had pulled him from Derek's grasp he'd made a mad dash to the door.

Both Kyle and Derek looked over at John as he struggled with the door. Foolish kid, the door wouldn't open, it was locked and he had the key thought Derek as he watched his nephew struggling to get it open.

"Let me out," said John.

"I asked you why Kyle?" asked Derek ignoring John's outburst.

"It doesn't fall to you," said Kyle.

"Then who does it fall to, to teach that kid some respect and manners?" asked Derek knowingly.

"No one, I take care of myself," said John as he turned to face the brothers.

"Kid, you need a good blistering and you're not leaving this room until you get it," said Derek.

"Like hell I do, who are you to decide what I need?" said John.

Derek was about to respond to John when he heard what he'd been waiting to hear. He knew his brother and this was something he wouldn't ignore. He didn't disappoint.

"Me, it falls to me," said Kyle nodding.

"What?" said John, he couldn't have heard right.

"About time Kyle," said Derek as he watched his brother approach John.

"No, no fucking way," said John as Kyle approached him and reached out to grab him. John quickly moved out of the way and backed up, only to back himself into a corner. Kyle grabbed him and pulled him.

Derek watched as his brother cornered John and grabbed him. He then proceeded to walk back towards the cot with a struggling kid in his grasp. He was a fighter he had to give him that, but Kyle was stronger. Kyle sat and pulled the still struggling boy down over his lap. Derek couldn't help but grin at the sound John had made when he was pulled over Kyle's lap. Kid as it coming, he thought.

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