John watched as Cameron drove the car through the city everything looked so different from what he was used to kids walked around with mobile phones or portable CD players as Cameron had called them, huge towering skyscrapers dominated the space around them, thousands of people walked the streets or drove around dotted between the skyscrapers were smaller towers that looked like shops with apartments above them judging by the washing he could see hanging from the balcony's.

He watched as the car stopped at a set of traffic lights and looked out at a small corner coffee shop he could see a man in a three piece suit sitting outside typing away at what looked like a computer "Hey Cameron what's that man doing?" he asked his terminator protector who had glanced over her shoulder at him.

"The man in question is on a laptop it's a portable computing device." Cameron said as she looked to were John was pointing before she turned back to the road and continued their journey.

John racked his brain before he remembered he had read an article on portable computer devices in a tech magazine he liked to read "I have read about them before." He knew he'd have to spend a couple of days reading up on everything he'd missed out on thanks to his jump into the future.

He could see his mother wasn't happy about anything going on around her and he couldn't blame her she always hated technology anything she didn't understand or completely control and she'd hate it, he sighed and before he realised it the car had pulled up outside a dull grey tower it wasn't anything special by any means and the neighbourhood around them seemed really run down and old.

He along with Cameron and his mother got out the car and walked across the seat sitting at the base of about five steps was a group of young children gathered around a board game playing and laughing, he ignored them and walked up the few steps watching Cameron as she looked around, he followed behind her as she found the stairs and walked up them.

They had reached the third floor and were walking down the corridor when Cameron stopped in front of a plain dark brown door and turned to look at them.

"This is it, Sarah please allow me to do the talking and John you need to be prepared."

He was about to ask why when she raised her hand and knocked on the door three times that seemed loud in the otherwise quite corridor, they waited for less than a few seconds before the door opened slightly and a face that had an extremely long scar running down his face crisscrossing its way from the top of his receding hair line to the bottom of his chin, the man had grey eyes that held a look that chilled John to his very core and when he spoke his teeth looked like they had all but rotted away.

"Yes can I help you?" he asked in a very gravely dry voice.

"Cameron Philips TOK model 001."

John watched as Cameron's eyes flashed an intense blue before turning back to their normal brown colour, he watched the man as he seemed to study Cameron then his mother before his grey eyes settled on him.

"Wait here." The man spoke before closing the door.

John turned to look at Cameron but before he could open his mouth the door was thrown open and three large guns unlike any he had ever seen before were thrust into his face, the men behind the weapons were each strongly built before he could get a good look at the men the door behind them was opened and a large hand settled on his shoulder.

He looked over his shoulder at a man with his face covered in a mess of scars one eye has lost its colouring meaning he was either blind or nearly blind in that eye while his other eye looked at him with a burning passion, he was pushed into the room as the men with the weapons each slowly backed up allowing the door to gently shut behind them.

"Password." A voice sound from the back of the room.

He couldn't see from were as he was surround the group had formed a circle around him, Cameron and his mother he turned slightly to look at Cameron as she spoke in a voice that vaguely reminded him of his own voice except this voice commanded you listened to it.

"General John Connor leader of the resistance and founder of Tech-Com serial number 12-345-678."

John breathed a sigh of relief when the weapons were lowered and the group stepped back and went to sit on either the sofa or a dining table that was near the door to the kitchen he guessed from what he could see, a man that he hadn't noticed sitting in a wheel chair pushed himself forward and John had to stifle a gasp.

The man was a mess he had both his legs missing his left arm was cradled to his chest and didn't look right to him sort of like it had been broken repeatedly and hadn't been set properly his other arm looked fine until John looked at the man's hand which had missing fingers, he could see numerous tubes connected to the man's arm which pumped clear liquid into his body from a saline bag that was hanging on a small pole on his wheel chair.

He looked to his mother and could plainly see that she hated this situation it was beyond her control and being who she was she despised it, a dry throaty cough brought his attention back to the man in the wheel chair.

In fact as he looked around the room he could see each man carried a major medical issue one of the resistance fighters even stood on a wooden leg that he hadn't noticed earlier yet now the adrenaline had left the resistance soldiers he could see that they all carried a deep pain.

"General it's an honour to see you again even if you're nothing more than a teenage boy at the moment, I see you admiring our weapons."

John focused back to the man in the wheel chair as he offered him a small yet respectful salute "Er likewise and yeah I was never seen anything like them." He muttered lamely which caused the man to give me a small smile.

"There plasma rifles with a 40watt range." Cameron supplied as she walked around the room checking the various things in the room.

"I know this is strange General and I know we are not the best the Resistance has to offer but you at some point have saved our lives on more than one occasion, so when you offered to help your younger self we jumped at the chance. You're looking at the remains of Tech-com battalion gamma, besides I can't think of a better place to die."

John nodded "You're dying?" he asked as his mom was directed to a table in the corner that had numerous passports on and other government documents.

"Yeah other than my injuries I'm riddled with cancer, anyway we have gathered everything you asked over there, everything except solid information on Skynet."

Before he could reply he was directed to a plain white wall that had a camera set up and told to stand in front of the wall, what happened next was a few long hours of having his picture taken before one of the Resistance fighters spent hours sorting out their driving licences and passports.

Just as it started to go dark Cameron appeared with a large brown envelope "John we are ready to go." She said and as he fell into step besides her she was stopped by a voice from behind them.

"Cameron the VIP sent this for you."

He turned to look as one of the Resistance fighters held up another plain brown envelope he watched as his mother took the envelope and with a glare at Cameron tore it open and peered inside, he rubbed his hand across his face "Mom come on really." He complained and sent the old man in the wheel chair a small smile.

"Hey Connor you heard the General."

John couldn't think of a worst thing the man in the wheel chair could of said as the air in the room suddenly went tense and he noticed a few of the Resistance fighters tighten their grips on the weapons, he walked towards his mother and snatched the envelope off her "Come on let's go. Thanks guys I hope…" he stopped briefly to take in a breath "I hope you live out the rest of your lives in peace." He walked towards the door and was again surprised as he was offered one of the plasma rifles.

"Here General it hasn't got any ammo but we know you like to pull things apart and fiddle around with them."

He took the surprisingly heavily rifle and wrapped it up in a green duffle bag that was on the floor near the door and with a nod opened the door and walked out the room finally he had his new identity and with it hopefully a bit of freedom from his mother, as he walked down the corridor he could see his mother was in a foul mood and decided to brace himself for a long argument when they got home.


I'm terribly sorry for late update life just got out of control. THIS STORY IS NOT DEAD that I promise you and I will try to update when I can. so tell me what you think of this chapter sure its only a small one but I had to update.