[A/N: This chapter gets interesting... Just saying...]

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(Paige's perspective)

Two weeks later

Over the course of the last two weeks we got our new life together. We made new identities for ourselves. We kept first names, but changed our last ones. I became Paige Miller, adopted daughter of Sarah Miller and brother of John Miller. And the terminator even got to become our "Uncle Bob."

I kept training, learning basic weaponry and mechanics and other things of a similar kind. It wasn't very serious stuff, just me learning how to name, disassemble, and reassemble guns. John and I went to the closest school, which was nice and close enough to walk to. Most of the people there knew enough English that I didn't have a problem, but I did pick up some Spanish. I could probably have an entire conversation now. I made a few friends, but John was always the closest one I had. He still didn't know I liked him.

I stayed upstairs, in a small spare room across the hall from John's room and down the hall from Sarah's. I gave it some personality with things given to me by John and friends at school. They were pretty cool things, even cooler than what was in my old room.

Aside from the training, lack of cell phones, and living in Mexico with a terminator, our lives were pretty normal. We had meals like a family, but the terminator obviously didn't eat. Sarah warmed up to me a great deal, treating me like I actually was her daughter. She relaxed a bit, becoming less harsh. She even laughed and made jokes every once in a while.

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The nightmares continued. I had them the first night. I had just been given my things, some food, and a tour of the house, and was just told about the plans for the near future. At the end of the day I went to sleep in my bed, which I was thankful for having. I was getting tired of sleeping on the floor of a car every night. I was told to sleep with a gun under my pillow, in case of emergency. Then I had the same nightmare as before. Judgment day happens, my family dies, then I see them, John, and myself get murdered by the T-1000.

I woke, that first night in my new home, in a cold sweat. I shouted once, but quickly realized where I was and stopped. I sat up and cried, pained by watching my family die again. I held in my tears and got up. I wanted to go talk to John, but felt weird about going to his room in the middle of the night. What if he felt weird about it too, or was annoyed? I thought for a moment and decided I didn't care. Glancing down the hallway to make sure no one was there, I tiptoed across the hall. I lightly knocked on the door, not wanting to wake Sarah.

John came out, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He looked at me and his expression immediately became concerned, mixed with a bit of confusion. "Paige?" he asked. Then he laughed slightly, saying, "I didn't order anything." My chin wobbled slightly, thinking that maybe it was too weird and growing embarrassed. But I was still so afraid.

I muttered the words, "Never mind," and turned to go back to my room, my face red.

"Wait," he said, and he put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around. "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, lying.

"Yeah, you just came here in the middle of the night for nothing. What happened?"

"I... it's stupid, you're gonna laugh at me." I looked down.

"I'm not laughing," he said. "Tell me what's wrong."

Tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks as I weakly said, "I had another nightmare, and I'm really scared, and I just... don't wanna be alone."

"Come in," he said, gesturing to the inside of his room. I thought it would be weird, going into his room in the middle of the night. But what else was I expecting, coming to his room so late? Then again, what if someone saw, and took it the wrong way...

I hesitated. "What if... I mean, Sarah would..." I said, playing with my hands nervously.

"It's fine," he assured me. I walked inside, still feeling weird about the whole thing. He left a crack in the door and sat down on the floor in front of his bed. I sat down next to him.

"John?" I said, my voice still weak.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Are you, like, annoyed by this? I don't wanna bother you."

"It's fine, Paige, I'm telling you."

"Really?" I asked.

"Just shut up and come here," he joked, and he wrapped an arm around me. I hugged him, thankful for the comfort, and cried again as he pulled me even closer. After the tears subsided, I thought for a moment, partially out loud.

"You know," I said, "I never thought that one day I would wake up and be taken away. Meet who I thought were fictional characters. Have my family... you know. I never thought, when I woke up and got ready for school, this will be the last day I see my home. This is the last day I will see my family." I started tearing up again. "I just wish I could've said a real goodbye, to everyone I knew, face to face. Hugged my mom and dad and brother one last time."

John seemed to be lost in thought for a minute. "Sometimes when things are more sudden and unexpected, it makes getting used to them that much easier, since you don't really have a choice." he said. "It makes getting past it make you that much stronger. Even though you'll never move completely past it." I reflected on what he said for a moment. It was very true, and slightly comforting to hear.

"That was one of the most adult things I've ever heard you say," I said.

"Oh yeah? Let's go window shopping later," he joked, "but only after four, I have a business meeting." I laughed.

"Fine, I withdraw my previous statement," I said.

"Jeez, now you're doing it too?"

"Ah ah," I said disapprovingly, "you have to use complete words. Say, 'Jesus, now you are doing it also?'"

"I apologize, I seem to have forgotten," he said mockingly.

"That's more like it," I said, smiling again. We were silent for a while before finally falling asleep.

The next day I woke before John and heard someone walk by the door, probably Sarah, and open it. I pretended to be asleep to see what she would do, afraid that she would misinterpret the situation. But it was only silence, possibly from understanding, and I heard her walk away.

The next night, almost the same thing happened. I had the same nightmare and went to John's door. He opened it and said, "Another nightmare?" I nodded and went inside. I once again fell asleep in his arms. It continued like this almost every night, with no questions from anyone. Aside from the nightmares and fear, it was nice to be so close to John.

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One day, after school, I was walking home with my friend Sofia. John stayed behind to go see some other friend, or something along those lines. Anyway, this one rude jock kid named Ricky, who was about a year older than Sofia and I, came up and walked next to us. "Hey, ladies," he said in Spanish, then in English, "How are you doing?"

"Leave us alone, Ricky," my friend said.

"I don't think I want to," he said in a cocky tone.

"I think you will," I said, getting annoyed.

"Not when both of you are looking so good," he said, and he looked both of us up and down. I didn't understand why girls liked him.

"Fuck off," I said.

"Oh, you know you like it," he said. "Now, why don't you walk with me to my house?" Then things got out of hand. He grabbed my wrist and tried to make me walk with him.

"Get off of me!" I shouted, trying to pull away. He didn't budge, he just pulled on my wrist more. Sofia came up and tried to wrench him off, yet to know avail, as he only grabbed my other wrist. I did know some self defense, but I hadn't learned much and wasn't strong enough.

"Stop, this isn't funny!" Sofia shouted at him.

"It is to me," he replied. "C'mon, just give me a kiss," he said to me, trying to lean over. I turned away, disgusted.

"No!" I yelled at him. "Get off!"

Just when I was about to kick him, I saw John come up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. "Let go, Ricky," he said like he was barking an order at him.

He turned to John. "Oh yeah?" he said. "Why should I?" I continued to struggle in his grasp.

John looked furious. "'Cause if you don't you'll regret it. Let go."

"John," I said, "don't–"

"I'm gonna go with no," Ricky interrupted.

"One last chance, Ricky," John said.

"This makes you mad, doesn't it?" Ricky asked, smirking evilly. "What about this?" he pulled my wrists to make me lose my balance and then pushed me onto the ground. I yelped as Sofia ran over to me. "There, I let her–"

But before he could finish his sentence, John had grabbed his arm and dug his finger into a pressure point. Ricky fell down, whining, "Ow! Let me go, dude!"

"Nope, you gotta say you're sorry first." John smirked at him as I was helped up.

Ricky looked over at me, saying, "Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

John let him go and turned to me. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine."

"Then let's go," he said, taking my hand and leading me away. I turned around and looked at the scene we left.

"I'll see you later, Sofia!" I shouted back at her. "Go home!" She waved goodbye to me and went back to her house, Ricky still whining on the ground, as John and I walked quickly back to ours.

"I should go back there and kick his ass," John said in a huff.

"I think he's had enough," I laughed, stopping and pulling my hand away.

He turned to me. "No, he hasn't. He was being an asshole. He pushed you."

"I know, I was there. I could've handled it myself."

"No offense, but whatever you would do would just piss him off."

"You're probably right," I said, thinking about what would've happened if I'd gone through with kicking him. It wouldn't have done anything, if I even ever did work up the courage to do it.

"He fucking pushed you onto the ground," John said, cooling down and letting his voice lower to a mutter. "Nobody does that, not to you."

"Why are you being to protective? I'm fine, aren't I?"

"I just..." he said, his face growing red. "If you were... if you got hurt, I wouldn't..." He trailed off. He seemed so concerned, so worried about me. He couldn't even explain why he wanted to protect me so badly. And I knew, I knew something was there. Whether he reciprocated my feelings or it was more of a friend or sister thing, I didn't know. But he did care about me. He just wouldn't admit it.

"Whatever," I said, my voice shaking with frustration. "Like I said, I could've handled it myself." I walked ahead of him, hiding my face.

"What is going on with you?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, not turning around. I continued walking.

He caught up to me, saying, "Please don't walk away." Then he put a hand on my shoulder. I stopped.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I really am. I just need to be alone." The look of confusion and disappointment that followed killed me. But I walked on anyways.

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(John's perspective)

Paige had walked with her friend away from the school while he stayed behind with one of his buddies, Carlos. They were friends before Paige had come along. He had to explain her presence, saying that his mom adopted her into their family. She was, to the outside world, his sister.

"I don't care if she's your sister, she's hot," Carlos said. Carlos was always kind of a player, but he never actually got any girls.

"Will you shut up about my sister?" John replied. They were staggering behind, walking back home later than Paige and her friend. That was when John heard a shout from Paige, far ahead. "Shit dude, I gotta go," he said, and he took off running.

When he arrived he saw Ricky holding Paige's wrists. She shouted, "No! Get off!" He wouldn't, so John came up and tapped him on the shoulder. He told him to let go. He wouldn't once again and, just to piss him off, pushed her onto the ground. John became filled with rage, grabbing his arm and digging a finger into a pressure point. He made him apologize, much to his satisfaction. John made Paige leave with him, and was still furious when they were far away.

Then she asked why he was being so protective, and he couldn't give an honest answer. Because I care about you, he'd wanted to say. But he didn't. He stammered, and she became frustrated. She ran ahead, and he stopped her. Then she said that she was sorry and needed to be alone. John was extremely confused at her actions but didn't protest, letting her walk ahead of him as he stayed behind, watching her go.

A few moments later he started to walk back to the house, thinking. When he got back Paige was in her room, the door shut and locked. He went into his room and sat on the edge of his bed, feeling guilty.

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(Paige's perspective)

I walked all the way home, John simply standing there, looking pained. I felt horrible. Not only was I frustrated at him for no good reason, but now he probably thought it was his fault and I'd made him feel even worse. My frustration and the guilt that followed made me want to avoid John completely, as I didn't want to face my shame.

I went inside and Sarah asked why I was home late and where John was. I explained what happened up until the point where we fought, and said that he'd stayed behind with his friend. Then I went to my room and shut and locked the door. All I wanted was for him to like me back. But for all I knew, he didn't. And that was possibly the worst part of it all, that I didn't know if it was one way or the other.

I heard John come in the door, up the stairs, and to his room, where he also shut the door. I came out slowly, not wanting to run into him yet. I went down the stairs and said, "I'm going for a walk," to Sarah.

"There's a can of pepper spray by the door," she said. "Take it with you, 'cause you can't go around shooting other kids." I nodded and went in the next room to leave.

I heard John dash down the stairs and come into this room. "Wait," he said. I turned around and there he was, and I looked at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Yeah?" I mumbled.

"I'm sorry. I did it because... I... care about you. I don't want you to get hurt."

I looked up at him and stared at him straight in the eyes. I wanted it to be clear. "You don't have to be sorry. I should be sorry. I am sorry. I wasn't even mad at you. I just felt bad. And have I mentioned I was sorry?" I smiled lightly.

"Yes," he said, smiling back. "So we're good?"

"Yeah. I'm still gonna go for a walk though, I need to check on Sofia."

"See ya later," he said, and I went out the door, unknowingly leaving my pepper spray behind.

I walked in the direction of Sofia's house. When I was pretty far away, but the house was still well in sight, something unexpected happened.

A van pulled up next to me. I kept walking, ignoring it. Then one, two, and finally three people got out, all wearing masks. I looked behind me and walked faster, thinking it probably wasn't an early Halloween costume contest. I began to really wish I hadn't forgotten the pepper spray. Then they followed, and walking turned into running, and running turned into being chased. Two of them, a man and a woman, grabbed me by the arms. "Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Help!"

Before I could shout that a third time the woman clamped a hand around my mouth. I kicked and struggled, trying to get out of their grasp. I wasn't strong enough, and while I had been trained in some self defense, it wasn't enough to free myself of anyone stronger than me. They quickly dragged me back to the van they'd come out of. I screamed again, but it was muffled.

Then I looked back at the house and saw John come outside. I bit the woman's hand as hard as I could. She moved her hand away, yelping. When she let go, I screamed, "John! Help!" as loud as I could. Then he seemed to have seen me and ran back inside. The people pulled me inside of the van and shut the door, speeding away. I struggled again. They pulled out a zip-tie and fastened it around my wrists. I kicked and kicked, but they only repeated the process with my ankles. Then they sat me down.

I held back tears, trying to be brave, and looked around the van. Including the driver, there were about five people, three men and two women. They were all masked and dressed in black. I swallowed hard and said, "W-What's going on?" No reply. "Who are you?"

"We're soldiers," replied a man.

"Are you going to kill me?" I said, becoming very afraid.

"No."

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"To lure John Connor to us." I became worried, and I was too afraid to ask any more questions. Then I saw the same woman who had grabbed me pull out a bottle full of liquid and a small cloth. She wet the cloth with the liquid and began to reach towards my face with it.

"Is that–"

"Chloroform, yes. Don't worry, we won't hurt you." Then, against my will, she put the cloth over my mouth and I held my breath. "Breathe," she instructed, "you'll have to sooner or later." I reluctantly did and then everything went black.

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(John's perspective)

John ran inside, faster than he's ever run before. "Mom!" he shouted.

"What?" Sarah asked, and the terminator came out immediately.

"Paige was kidnapped, there were people with masks in a van. They just took her."

"Shit," she said. "Let's go." They all ran out to the truck which, in case of emergencies such as this one, had quite a few weapons in it. John told them the direction they went, and they sped away.

"Where would they go?" John asked.

"The most likely place for kidnappers to go is an abandoned building," the terminator said.

"There's a few of those around here," Sarah replied. "It's a start." She told the terminator the directions to the first place, and he followed accordingly.

"Alright," John said, "this better work."

They arrived at the first place, an abandoned office building, got their guns ready, and went inside. They swept the area like the police, checking every room and keeping their guns in front of them. Nothing.

"Dammit," Sarah said as they climbed back into the truck. She gave directions to the next location. John was worried. Whoever they were, if they wanted to kill Paige, by the time they got there it might end up being too late. He put it out of his mind, focusing at the task at hand. They had to find Paige, and that was all that mattered.

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(Paige's perspective)

I woke up in a daze, wondering where I was. Then the events of the last hour or so came back to me in a rush. I was kidnapped by crazy soldiers who wanted John and didn't seem to know how to speak more than three words in a row. My wrists were now zip-tied to an old radiator that I was sitting against. I looked around. I wasn't in some crazy murder-cave or anything, and that made me feel slightly better. I seemed to be in a basement, surprisingly well-lit and clean, but empty and cold nonetheless.

I heard people talking upstairs. "What if they don't show up?" came a man's voice.

"They will," another voice said, this time a woman's. "If she was with them before, they obviously need her for something."

"Why do we need her anyways?" said another woman. "Can't we just kidnap him, or kill him?"

"No," said the first woman, who seemed to be the leader. "If we kill him, Skynet will win the war. But we can't kidnap him ourselves. They'd suspect that, and we wouldn't even reach him. We have to make him come to us." They're from the future, I thought. That makes more sense. But wait...

"Won't he just bring that terminator with him?" someone else asked.

"Probably, but we'll have the upper hand," the leader replied. There was a pause.

"What's that?" someone said.

"We use this to control the terminator, then use it to tell them where it can find us. Then we'll not only be ready for them, but we'll also have an extra weapon."

I didn't quite understand. They weren't terminators. But they weren't the resistance either. So what were they doing trying to kidnap John? And if they weren't on the Resistance's side, why weren't they on Skynet's side either?

"Alright then," the first man said.

"So now we all understand?" the leader asked. There must have been a silent agreement. "Good. Lucy, go check on her." Faster than expected someone opened the door at the top of basement stairs. Out came the same woman, who I now knew was named Lucy, that'd knocked me out earlier. She saw me awake.

"She's up, Lynn," the woman called upstairs.

"Then give her a pill, we can't use more chloroform," replied the leader, apparently named Lynn. I became worried about the pill, and what it'd do to me. I hoped it would only knock me out. The woman went out of the room for a moment and returned with a medicine bottle and a cup of water. She came down the stairs and walked towards me.

She knelt down and said, "These won't hurt you or cause harmful side effects. But you won't have much control of your body. You will be lucid, though. Can you swallow a pill? If not, we gotta give you an injection." I nodded, afraid to speak. Despite the circumstances, she seemed nice. Motherly, almost. I could imagine her being a pediatrician. Maybe she was that, before she became a soldier.

"Alright, open up," she said, opening the bottle and taking out a pill. I didn't. She wasn't forcing it down my throat, and I suspected she wouldn't. "It's either this or the needle, and we both know who's in control here," she said. I could see the soldier side of her now. And she was right, I wasn't in control.

I opened my mouth and she placed one pill on my tongue, giving me a sip of water. Taking the sip made me realize how horribly thirsty I was. I swallowed. "Open," she said, and I opened my mouth to show her I'd swallowed it.

"Sorry," she said, "we just can't risk you trying to escape." She looked almost like she felt sorry for me, like she wasn't a heartless soldier. Then I felt the effects of the pill kick in. It was almost like my entire body went numb, but I could still feel it. I just couldn't move. I was lucid enough to stay awake and know what was going on, but not much besides that. Lucy stood up.

"Can I have the water?" I asked, staring at the still almost-full cup. She looked down at me, seemed to feel just sorry enough for me, and put the cup back to my lips. I drank the rest gratefully. "Thanks," I said. There was no reply, but that of course didn't bother me. Then she left.

I thought about what I could do, sitting there, becoming drowsy. The more I thought, the more I realized that there wasn't anything I could do. At least now now. I would need to bide my time, and hope that I would reach Sarah and John before it was too late.

Despite my worry, the drowsiness got to me, so I leaned my head back and fell asleep.

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(John's perspective)

They traveled from place to place, searching each one thoroughly, and coming up with nothing each time. And each time John became more worried. Eventually, they came to the last place they thought Paige could be. They went inside and searched, and once again came up with nothing. They were at a loss.

"What're we gonna do now?" John asked as they hopped into the car and drove on in no particular direction.

"I don't know," Sarah replied, "it's not like we can go to the cops."

"We have to do something," he said, his voice shaking. "We have to," he repeated, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He fought them back, not wanting to let the worry get to him.

"I know," Sarah said. "I guess we just have to keep driving around, and maybe see if we can find anything."

And so they did. They drove almost all night, until, just as the sun was coming up, something unexpected happened.

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(Paige's perspective)

I woke up again, in the same spot. Someone was coming down the stairs. I could move again, but I was stiff and tired. That was probably why Lucy was coming down the stairs.

"Drug time," she said. She was holding more water and another pill.

"Why is it always you that gives them to me?" I asked as she leaned down.

"I don't really know," she replied. "I guess I'm the only one qualified. Or maybe everyone else is too qualified." She gave a light smile, and then it faded as she seemed to be lost in thought. Her expression grew serious, almost angry. I was afraid of what she might do.

"Listen to me," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she looked behind her like she was making sure we weren't being watched. "I want to you hit me in the head."

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"I said, I want you to hit me in the head."

"With what?" I asked.

"Your head," she replied. "Look, I want to help you. What they're doing here, it isn't right. And I can't really explain it more than that. I know you heard what we were saying upstairs, and if you want to escape and go warn your friends, you have to hit me in the head. Make it look like a struggle. I'll just pretend to be knocked out. Act fast. I'll smash the glass, and you can use it to cut yourself free. Then run for the door over there," she pointed to a door in the corner that didn't lead to the stairs, "and go find them. Just run, quickly. Once they hear the glass break they'll be suspicious."

"I..." I said, baffled. "Will you be okay?" I asked.

"I'll be fine," she said. "Just do it. Now."

"Thank you, Lucy," I said.

"No problem, kid," she replied, and she closed her eyes. "Don't get dizzy." I hit my head on hers, and she pretended to fall over and pass out, throwing the glass next to me. She gave me a thumbs up and I was able to grab one of the shards. I cut the zip tie, cutting myself slightly in the process, and stood up. I ran out the door, which lead outside.

I had no idea where I was. It was dark. It still looked like Mexico, and that was enough for me. I ran away from there, faster than I had ever been, and ran into the street. I crossed the road and ran on the sidewalk. There weren't people out, only a couple of cars. I ran and ran. A couple of people, I noticed, were chasing me, but I kept running. I crossed another street and, unknowingly, had run into a car. It stopped just in time, and I placed my hands against the hood.

I looked inside and the first person I saw was Sarah. "Sarah!" I screamed, and the people caught up with me. They pushed a needle into my neck, and then I lost all feeling in my body. I went limp, caught by the two people.

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(John's perspective)

The sun came up as something darted in front of their car, making the terminator slam on the brakes. They stopped just in time, the thing stopping and coming into focus.

It was Paige. She placed her hands on the hood as the car stopped and looked inside, then screamed "Sarah!" A couple of men ran up to her, the man injecting a needle into her neck. She fell backwards and they caught her.

"Paige!" John shouted. "Stop them!" he commanded. The terminator got out, along with Sarah, just as the people began to drag Paige away. They pointed guns at them as John went out of the car.

"Don't move," Sarah said, her gun not moving off of them. They froze, one of them cursing under their breath. "Put her down slowly." They did, setting her down on the ground. "Search them," Sarah told the terminator, and he went over and patted each one of the men down. Once they found that they were clean, John ran over to Paige.

"Paige?" he asked, Sarah instructing the terminator to tie up the men and keeping her gun on them. "Paige? Are you hurt?" He grabbed her face, trying to look into her eyes.

"John," Paige murmured. "I can't move." Her voice couldn't seem to get very loud at all, and she had tears streaming down her face.

"I know," he said, "but you're okay?"

"Yes," she barely even said, and she closed her eyes. He was so relieved. She's okay, he thought. She's alive and everyone's okay. "We have to leave now," she said.

"Okay," John said. "Let's go." He put Paige's arms in front of her so that they rested in her lap. Then he wrapped one of his arms under her back and the other under under her legs and picked her up. He leaned her head towards him so that it was leaning on his chest to prevent her head from dangling. He also thought she needed the comfort, if she was even still awake.

The terminator had tied them up and left them on the ground. Sarah leaned down to one of the men on the ground and said, "How long till it wares off?" No answer. She dug a finger into a pressure point, much like John had done earlier that day.

"Ow! A couple hours!" She let go.

"Let's leave," Sarah said.

John put Paige into the backseat and went around the car, sitting down next to her as they drove away.

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(Paige's perspective)

I heard John shout, and they came out of the car. Pointing a gun at them, Sarah told the men holding me to put me down. They did and were searched, and John ran over to me. "Paige?" he asked. "Paige? Are you hurt?" He grabbed my face, trying to make eye contact. I was so relieved, so happy to see him.

"John," I mumbled. I told him I couldn't move, but I realized he already knew that. Tears streamed down my face, as I couldn't hold them back like I'd wanted to. I told him I was okay, and that we had to leave. I'd shut my eyes. He agreed, picked me up, one arm under my back and the other under my legs, and leaned back so my head fell onto his chest for support. It felt nice to be in his arms, leaning against his chest, after being so alone. I could hear his heart beating, which was comforting.

Sarah leaned down and forced a soldier to tell her how long it would take to ware off. Thankfully it would only be a couple of hours. John put me down in the back of the truck, shutting the door for me. Then he went to the other side and sat down next to me. We drove away.

In the car, I said, "They have a device."

"What?" Sarah asked. I couldn't speak louder, so John did for me.

"She said they have a device," he explained before turning to me. "What do you mean?"

"It controls terminators," I said. Then I heard a crack. The terminator held something in his hands, a small, now crushed, remote-looking thing. "Was that it? Were they holding it?"

"She said it controls terminators," John said, "and asked if that was it and if they were holding it. But–"

"This was that device," the terminator interrupted. "They were holding it. I needed conformation on what it was."

"It had to have been it," I said.

"Wait a minute, back up," John said. "This has to do with the future?"

"Yeah," I mumbled. "But if that's broken it doesn't matter right now. I can explain it later."

"Okay," John said.

"What'd she say?" Sarah asked.

"She said if that things broken it doesn't matter right now, and she can explain later. But yeah, it has to do with the future."

"Alright," Sarah said. "They don't know where we live, do they?"

"I don't think so," I said. "They found me closer to Sofia's house."

"She doesn't think so, they found her closer to Sofia's house," John repeated like a parrot.

"Alright," Sarah said again. "Let's go home."

We drove home, and by the time we got there it had already been half an hour. Only one and a half more, I thought.

When we arrived, John took me out of the truck and we all went inside. I was so exhausted that while he climbed the stairs, I fell asleep in his arms.

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[A/N: Didn't I tell you? I think that was the best plot twisty thing I've ever written (so far!). As always, hope you liked it, and review, review, review! Seriously though. I wanna know if this story makes sense or not. Stay tuned!]

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