A/N: Mickol93, I hadn't thought about writing a sequel story for Two Warriors based on the Terminator 3 movie, because I didn't really like it as much as T1 and 2.

Chapter Six: On the Run

It was a close call, but we succeeded in getting away from Pescadero and the T-1000. The Terminator shut off the headlights and flashing lights, as John looked back to see if it's clear. We found ourselves going down a road that had woods on both sides. John finished checking for anything behind us and turned to Sarah.

"He's not back there, there's nobody behind us."

Sarah asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." John then looked at the 101, "Can you even see anything?"

It replied, "I see everything," and I added, "It has its own night vision."

John simply said, "Cool."

Sarah suddenly told John, "Come here," and she wrapped her arms around him. At first it seemed like she was hugging John and I thought I was witnessing a reunion between mother and son, but I realized quickly she was only checking him for injuries. John realized the same thing and spoke, "I said I was okay."

Sarah spoke to him in a scolding tone, "John, it was stupid of you to go there! Dammit, you have to smarter than that, you almost got yourself killed! What were you thinking? You cannot risk yourself, not even for me, do you understand? You're too important! Do you understand?"

I didn't say a word, because I knew this was between them, but damn… If it wasn't for me and the 101 helping John in getting her out, she probably would be dead by now, and this is the thanks the poor kid gets? Even though it wasn't my place to give my input on their relationship as mother and son, but witnessing what just happened still made me feel annoyed towards Sarah on the inside.

John replied, with disappointment in his voice, "But… I had to get you out of that place. I'm sorry." Sarah replied back, "I appreciate you thinking of me, I really do, but I'd rather have you be safe." At least she showed some appreciation.

The 101 asked John, "What's wrong with your eyes?" He simply said, "Nothing," but I knew myself what was happening with the kid. He was crying, but trying to be tough guy by denying it. I felt bad for the kid self of my commanding officer and friend. I noticed that Sarah was looking at me and the 101 now and asked, "So what's the story with you two?"

I looked at her and explained, "My name's Eric Clark. I'm one of John's most trusted lieutenants in the resistance. John's told me a good deal. It's an honor to meet you, Sarah." She just nodded. I pointed to the 101, "This is a different unit from the one that tried to kill you in 1984." The cyborg added, "35 years from now, John Connor reprograms me to protect him in this time." Sarah then asked me "So, why are you here?" I simply answered, "I volunteered to come along." She nodded again.

The cyborg suddenly said "I have located a hiding place." We pulled up to a gas station with a mechanic garage. The machine broke open the garage door and we, being John, the 101 and I, guided Sarah as she parked the police car inside, I went inside and saw the cyborg pull John in, and he went, "Hey! Watch it, lug nuts!" I chuckled heartily as I helped it close the door.

We got settled in for the night, and John and the cyborg patched up Sarah's wound while I held the light. John asked it, "Listen, do you know what you're doing?"

"I have detailed files on human anatomy."

Sarah spoke, "I bet. Makes you a more efficient killer, right?"

"Correct." After Sarah's wound was patched up, it was the cyborg's turn to have its bullet wounds tended to. John was looking at the bullet holes in the 101's jacket and then asked, "Does it hurt when you get shot?"

"I sense injuries. The data could be called, 'pain.'" I was still holding the light while Sarah removed the bullets from the cyborg's wounds. She asked it, "Will these heal up?"

"Yes."

"Good. If you can't pass for a human, you're not much good to us."

"How long do you live or last?" John asked.

"120 years with my existing power cell." I wonder what that's like, to live over a century without aging. I probably couldn't do it.

"Can you learn stuff you haven't been programmed with, so you can be, you know, more human and not such a dork all the time?"

It was silent for a few seconds, and then answered, "My CPU is a neural net processor, a learning computer, but Skynet sets the switch to read-only when we're sent out alone."

Sarah added, "Doesn't want you to do too much thinking, huh?"

"No." This gave John an idea, "Can we reset the switch?" Moments later, we had cut into the cyborg's head and it instructed Sarah how to open the CPU access port. It only took about a minute, but she had managed to reach the chip, and when she pulled it out, I could tell by the look on the cyborg's face that it had shut down completely. I waved my hand in front of it, and even John snapped his fingers, and nothing. I lifted its arm up and it stayed in place.

"Hard to believe it's as simple as pulling its chip out," I said.

"No kidding." John replied, and then turned around to ask Sarah, "Do you see the pin switch?" Next thing I hear is John screaming, "Mom, no!" I looked and saw that Sarah was holding a hammer and John had his hands on a table. I realized that she was about to smash the chip. I couldn't blame her though, she was almost killed by a Terminator before, one that looked just like the one that was with us in that garage, and she lost Kyle because of it, but John was trying to stop her.

"Out of the way, John."

"Don't do it!"

"Listen to me, John. We'll be better off with just the three of us."

"But it's the only proof we have besides Eric. Of the future and the war and all that!"

"Maybe." She looked at the cyborg, "I don't trust it." I wanted to help John reason with her, but I knew this was between them, and I wasn't about to come between a mother and her child in the middle of their argument.

"But it's one of my friends. It helped Eric save my life!"

"But John, you don't know what it's like to kill one of these things. If something goes wrong, this could be our only chance, so move!"

"Look, Mom! If I'm ever supposed to be this great leader, maybe you ought to listen to my leadership ideas once in a while!? Because if my own mother won't, how can you expect anyone else to?" John was right, and the look of realization on Sarah's face confirmed it. I came over and added, "Sarah, if something does go wrong, I'll protect John with my life. You both have my word on that."

She looked at me and then to John for a moment. She slammed the hammer down onto the table next to the chip, and said, "Alright, John. Play it your way." John switched the pin to write mode on the CPU and put it back in, and we reassembled the access port pieces into the cyborg's head. It came back online, and asked, "Was there a problem?" John simply said, "No problem." He looked at Sarah, "None whatsoever."

We finished up with everything, and John went to sleep in the police car while the cyborg stood guard, watching everything outside the window. Sarah just watched the machine, and smoked. I decided to go into the restroom to relieve myself and wash my face. After I washed my face, I looked in the mirror and noticed that I had a bit of a beard. "I look like hell." I chucked softly as that thought came to mind. I came back out and I situated myself in a spot a few feet away from Sarah. I let out a yawn and after a couple of moments of silent, she looked at me.

"How long had you known John? In the future, I mean."

"About five years."

"How did you meet him?"

"I was wandering the city ruins alone, while hiding from the machines, and then I was found by a resistance patrol that John had accompanied, and he took me in and under his wing. He trained me and taught me everything I know. We fought alongside each other in the war up until I volunteered to go back in time with the cyborg to protect John's younger self."

She nodded. I looked at John sleeping in the car, and I decided it was time to tell Sarah the truth, "I see a lot of his father in John." She looked at me with wide eyes, "You really knew Kyle?" I nodded, "Yep, I knew him. I was as close friends with him as I am with John. All three of us fought together in the war."

"I wonder why Kyle never told me about you."

"I could imagine why. He always focused on the mission first and other things after. That's likely why he never told you." She was silent for a few moments, probably taking in everything I just told her. I looked at a clock that was on a wall and it said it was about 12:00 AM.

"I'm gonna catch some sleep. Haven't had any since I made the trip."

"Can you trust that thing?" I knew with that question, she was reminding me of my word I gave.

"Sarah, I know how you feel about the cyborg, and you have every right to not trust it, but I assure you that you can trust John's judgement."

"The one who sent you back in time? Or the one sleeping in the car right now?"

"Both."

She didn't say another word and seemed to let down her guard and drifted to sleep. I followed shortly after. I ended up having a dream.

It was like an out-of-body type of dream. Sarah and John were sleeping in their spots, the Terminator was standing guard, and I saw myself sleeping in my spot. Suddenly, Kyle appeared in front of me.

"Kyle?"

He smirked at me, "It's been a while, hasn't it, friend?"

"I'll say."

"I see you're helping Sarah look after John, and a reprogrammed Terminator is also helping, I see."

I nodded, "I am. Talk about irony that John himself would send back an identical machine." I chuckled. "You know he's your son right? He told me the truth about you."

"I know," he made a sad smile, "I just wish I was alive to be there for them."

When he said that, I clenched my fist tight with anger. "Skynet will pay heavily someday, even if it's the last thing I do."

"Just don't let your anger cloud your judgement, kid. You're stronger than that."

My clenched fist loosened, and I nodded softly. "You would have been proud of him, Kyle."

"I am," he smiled again, looking at Sarah and then John. "Look after both of them for me, will you?"

"I will. You have my word, just as much as John has it." We shook hands, "I'll see you again on the other side someday."

"You bet, pal."

I suddenly had jolted awake, and I saw Sarah and John still sleeping in their spots, and the Terminator was still standing guard. I looked at the clock on the wall and it said it was just past 6 AM, and it was still somewhat dark. I looked to where Kyle stood in my dream, but he wasn't there anymore. "Rest easy, my friend. As long as I'm alive, I'll look after them and carry on the fight." I got up from my spot, stretching and yawning as I walked over to where the Terminator was.

"You've been standing here all night?"

"Yes." Must be nice being so machine, that you don't need sleep.

"How much time do we have before we move on from here?"

"Not until daylight."

"I see… Listen, I don't know if you will be able to understand, or process, whichever it is, but thanks for standing guard while we slept."

It simply replied, "You are welcome."

I nodded and went into the bathroom to do the same thing I did last night. I looked into the mirror again, and ran my fingers against my thin but rough beard. I decided to sneak into the convenience store part of the station and grabbed a shaving kit, toothpaste, and a toothbrush and bring them back to the restroom. Thankfully there were no cameras.

After I was done with the items, I left them there, and gave my face one last wash before I looked in the mirror again. There was still a bit of a shadow on my face, but I felt completely revitalized and no longer worn down. I walked back into the garage, and the sun was finally coming up outside the window, and John and Sarah were awake. John noticed my face right away.

"Nice baby face," he said with a small chuckle. I knew he was making light that it wasn't a completely clean shave.

I replied with a smirk, "Thanks. Just be glad you don't have to shave for a good while yet, kiddo." The Terminator suddenly came out of the room it was in. "We'll have to use another vehicle. The authorities will be looking for the police vehicle."

I nodded and then it walked out and John followed. Sarah looked at me and made an approving comment of her own, "You do look much better. You remind me of Kyle in a way. He wore an outfit that was similar to yours."

I smiled sadly, "He did, huh? Maybe great minds really do think alike." She nodded approvingly. "Let's go see if they got a vehicle yet." We both walked out as Sarah put on a jacket she found, and it was fully daylight outside now. The Terminator pulled up in a station wagon, with John riding shotgun. It said, "We have to get as far away from the city as possible." Sarah got in the rear right seat, and I took the rear left. "Just head south," she said, and that's the direction we went and we kept going.

A/N: Sorry I kept you all waiting, things have just been hectic for me. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews and favs will be appreciated!