A/N: Sorry it took so long again, Thanksgiving happened, and to be honest, I've been playing some games I got on Black Friday, but I WILL finish this story, I'm not giving up on it. To answer Mickol93's question, I'll go ahead and clear it up now: No, I have no intention of pairing my OC with Sarah whatsoever. To Jack, who posted a guest review, but I didn't get around to approving it: I'm sorry I didn't get around to approving your review, I still have the email notification for it, and I wanted to say thank you for the positive words on my story. I realize it's gonna end up short, but like I said in my message I put in, I'm still a newbie at fanfic writing, and considering my first multi-chapter story is a T2 fanfic, I was trying to keep it from being too slow moving. Anyway, thanks to the favorites and follows so far, I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the copyright of the franchise, this is just a fan written version of T2.

Chapter IX: Vengeance vs Right

*John's POV*

After Sarah and Eric took off in the station wagon, John decided to look for clues to figure out where they went. He found the knife stuck into the wooden table and the words, "No fate," carved into it and read them aloud.

"No fate... No fate but what we make." The Terminator was with him. "My father told her this. I made him memorize it in future as a message to her..."

Then he realized the cyborg wasn't understanding what he was saying, "Never mind. Ok, the whole thing goes, 'The future's not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.'"

The cyborg responded, "She intends to change the future."

"Yeah, I guess, but how? And why would Eric go with her?" Then something clicked in his mind. He figured out the answer, and he didn't like it. "Oh shit!"

The 101 replied, "Dyson."

"Yeah. Gotta be. Miles Dyson. They're gonna blow him away!" Then he was rushing to the truck, "Come on! Let's go! Let's go, let's go! Come on!"

*POV shift to Eric*

I could tell Sarah was dead set on carrying out this personal mission. I still felt uneasy about it, but I was ready. This would be for John, Kyle, Sarah, my parents... Skynet was gonna pay with the blood of its creator for all of the pain and suffering it inflicted upon humanity.

Suddenly, Sarah asked me, "What was Kyle like to you?"

"Hmm?"

"It's gonna be a while before we get there, so we might as well pass the time with conversation. So what was Kyle like to you? When did you meet him?"

"Oh, I met Kyle after John found me and brought me back to the bunker for medical attention. Kyle was helping the medical team tend to the wounded at the time, and he cleaned and bandaged the wounds I had gotten from escaping the endoskeleton patrol that killed my parents. The first thing he ever said to me was that I looked like hell and that it was a miracle I didn't die from infection. I replied with sarcasm and said that was the nicest thing anyone ever said to me, and we both had a laugh about it, and we had been good friends ever since. Along with John, he helped teach me everything I know, and he was like the brother I never had."

Sarah responded, "I see. Were you there when Kyle went back to protect me?"

"In a manner of speaking." I told her that John ordered me to stand guard at a Skynet facility we were raiding while he and Kyle went deeper into it. That only John came out and ordered our squad to blow up the place. "He never told me what really happened to Kyle until he brought the machine and I to a chamber that turned out to be his own time displacement equipment room, and was about to send back the machine to protect his kid self"

Sarah processed what I told her for a moment, and finally responded again, "Why not send someone back to stop Judgement Day?"

"I asked him the same thing, but he said it should have stopped when you and Kyle defeated the first Terminator, but the war still went on."

I could tell that what I said made something click in Sarah's mind. "When I was locked up at Pescadero, I kept trying to tell them that Cyberdine covered up the incident, but they didn't believe anything I had to say about it. I tried to tell them that my nightmare wasn't just a nightmare, but a premonition, but they wouldn't listen. I believe even more now that they're trying to reverse engineer the technology of that Godforsaken machine."

"Which would explain why nothing changed... I told myself that I wasn't gonna kill anyone when I jumped through time, but if we're gonna take one life to save three billion lives, then that's a burden I'm willing to carry for John. I only hope he doesn't figure it out."

Sarah nodded, "John will understand someday." I noticed it finally got dark as we went on towards our target.

*POV Shift to John*

John and the machine had found themselves on a race against time to stop Sarah and Eric from killing Miles Dyson.

The Terminator spoke up, "This is tactically dangerous."

John replied, "Just drive faster."

"The T-1000 has the same files that I do. It knows what I know. It might anticipate this move."

"I don't care, we gotta stop them."

"Killing Dyson might actually prevent the war."

John replied with some anger in his tone this time, "I don't care! Haven't you learned anything yet!? Haven't you figured out why you can't kill people besides what Eric said?"

The machine looked at him and gave a facial expression that said it hadn't.

John spoke again, "Look, maybe you don't care if you live or die, but a lot of people aren't like that. We have feelings, we hurt, and we're afraid." Then he looked away, "You gotta learn this stuff, I'm not kidding, it's important." The machine kept driving in silence for the rest of the trip, and John looked out his window while Eric's words kept echoing in his mind, "John, it's nothing for you to worry about."

*POV shift to Eric*

Sarah and I had made it to Dyson's residence, and we set up a few feet away from the pool they had, and Sarah took aim with the tactical rifle that had a silencer on it and a laser sight, and I was on the spotter scope. We saw a man that fit the Terminator's description that it gave to Sarah. It was definitely Miles Dyson, and the wide glass door made him wide open to be shot. I could almost hear the keystroke sounds coming from his keyboard. Sarah had her laser turned on and the red dot was right on his back.

Sarah asked, "Are you ready?"

I replied, "Yeah. We got this far, there's no turning back now."

Sarah was slowly squeezing the trigger of the rifle, ready to shoot, but suddenly I saw a remote control car hit Dyson's leg. Right went he bent down to pick it up, Sarah had fired a shot that only hit the computer screen. Dyson realized what was happening when he saw his now broken screen and ran for cover.

"Damn it!" Sarah exclaimed and then went full auto, emptying the entire magazine, and then tossed the rifle aside and pulled out her pistol. "Let's go!" She told me as took point and I followed from behind, wielding my pistol also, while she rushed on ahead of to chase down Dyson.

I only took a second to take a look at the damage that had been caused to his personal office, and it was trashed by the gunfire. I heard a couple of gunshots, and then I heard a child scream, "Daddy" and a woman screaming for the child, and then I heard Sarah barking orders at them. "The Terminator didn't mention anything about this guy having a family," I thought to myself, and it started shaking my determination to do this.

By the time I had caught up to Sarah, I saw the man himself, and he did have a wife and a son. The son probably wasn't in double digits in terms of his age yet, and he was begging for Sarah to not hurt his daddy, and the woman was terrified. Sarah had managed to hit Dyson in his shoulder and he was on the floor.

I started having guilt from the sight of the whole scene unfolding, but I still had my pistol out. "Are we really about to take this kid's dad away from him," I questioned myself mentally. Then Dyson begged Sarah as he was bleeding from his shoulder, "Just let the boy go, please..."

Then Sarah replied, "Shut up, shut up, shut up! It's all your fault, motherfucker, it's all your fault!"

Dyson was extremely confused by her words now, "What...?" This man had no idea what he would eventually be responsible for.

I suddenly remembered again how I lost my parents, and how I told myself that I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. It probably would have been a different story if this guy was a single man with no family of his own, but he did have a family, and I couldn't do this to them.

I made a split second choice and I found myself aiming my gun at Sarah. She looked at me with a bit of shock while still focusing her gun on Dyson, "What the fuck do you think your doing!?"

"I can't let you do this! Stand down!"

"Why are you having second thoughts now!? We can put a stop to all of the suffering before it begins!"

"Because I can't have taking a dad away from his wife and child like this on my conscience! Think about your own son and if something ever happened to you! If we kill this man, we'll be no different from them whatsoever!"

Even though the family were completely confused and terrified, Sarah knew what I was talking about. If we had killed Miles Dyson to change the future, we'd be no better than Skynet or its Terminators. She slowly backed away from Dyson. I had gotten through to her. She rested against the wall and slumped down, sighing remorsefully.

I slowly put away my gun and I heard a vehicle pull up, then a couple of seconds later, I heard John's voice exclaim, "Shit, we're too late!" The sound of the door breaking open followed, which was obvious proof to me that the cyborg was with him. He did figure out what we were gonna do and he came to stop us. They came in and saw us and he went straight to his mom as he ordered the machine to check Dyson and his family.

No words could come out of my mouth as I watched John talk to his mother.

"Look at me, Mom," he said as she did, "Are you hurt?"

She replied with guilt present in her voice, "I almost... I almost... Hold me..." John hugged her tight while she cried.

John comforted her, "It'll be okay. We'll figure something out, alright?"

They looked at each other in the eyes as Sarah asked, "You came here to stop us?"

"Yeah, I did."

"I love you, John. I always have."

"I know," John replied as they hugged again. I decided to step outside for a few minutes for a breath of the cool night air and reflect on what just happen. John must be completely disappointed in me for even going with Sarah to do what we tried to do.

"Eric," I heard John call out to me as he followed me outside, I wondered what he was gonna say as I turned around to face him.

"John... I..."

He interrupted me, "Listen, I'm glad you and my Mom didn't go through with it. I am curious though, what stopped you?"

"Seeing that he had a wife and kid, and I just couldn't have taking him away from them like that on my conscience. For your mom, I had to tell her that we'd be no better than Skynet if we killed him, which got through to her."

John nodded as he listened, "Sounds like you went through something similar in the war."

"I did, I lost my parents to Skynet. I was wandering the ruins alone afterwards, and I had lost the will to live, but you found me, and helped me keep going." I left out the specific of me having a gun to my own head when he found me, because I felt it was something a kid didn't need to know. "Listen, all you need to know for now, is that I owe you my life, John, and I intend to keep fighting the war with you until it's over, even across time."

He nodded, "I see now why I let you go with the Terminator. You're a good man, Eric." We shook hands and went back inside to see the machine tending to Dyson.

"Deep penetration. No shattered bone. Hold here," it moved the wife's hand to the wound, "The pressure should stop the bleeding."

We walked up to them, and Dyson asked, "Who are you people?" John pulled out and opened a blade, and told the cyborg to show them, meaning it was gonna cut a part of its skin off to show them what it really is. John took the kid out of the room and the machine proceeded to slice open the skin of its arm, and in seconds, it had ripped the skin off, revealing the endoskeleton arm and hand. Dyson and his wife were in complete shock and terror at what they were seeing.

"Now listen to me very carefully," the machine said to them. After some time, we found ourselves in their dining room. Dyson had his arm in a sling for his shoulder wound, and listened to the Terminator as it told him everything about the future. Skynet, Judgement Day, everything. It's not every day you find out you would ultimately be responsible for three billion deaths. He took the revelation decently.

He finally spoke, "I think I'm gonna throw up." John, the machine and I sat at the opposite side of the table from Dyson and his wife, while Sarah sat on top of a counter smoking a cigarette. He looked at us, "You're judging me... on things I haven't even done yet. How were we supposed to know?"

Sarah spoke up, "Yeah... Right... How were you supposed to know?"

She seemed like she was about to continue talking, but I decided to speak my piece before she did, "That's the problem with people, Miles. Nobody wants to consider that what they try to do might backfire tragically on them. People ask how they were supposed to know, but they never stop to think whether they should even do something of such magnitude, your microprocessor for example. Did you really think computerized automation would be some ultimate benefit for humanity? It may sound great on paper, but the truth is, whenever you try to have computers and machines do your work for you, it's just asking for disaster. Yeah, humans make disastrous mistakes too, but we're much less likely to fire nukes."

Sarah replied, "He's right. I was about to say the same thing, but harsher."

John spoke up, "Now we have to figure out how to stop this from happening."

Dyson's wife decide to ask, "Does this mean we'll be changing the way it goes?"

Dyson answered, "That's right. There's no way I'm gonna finish the processor, not now. Forget it. I'm quitting Cyberdine tomorrow."

Sarah responded, "That's not good enough."

"No one must follow your work," the machine added.

Dyson nodded, "Then we'll have to destroy everything at the lab. The files, disk drives, everything and everything I have here, down to the last piece of paperwork. I don't care..." Then he asked something that confirmed Sarah's suspicions as well as my own, "The chip, do you know about the chip?"

"What chip?" Sarah asked.

He looked to Sarah, "They keep it in the vault at Cyberdine," then he looked to the machine, "It must be from the other one like you."

"The CPU from the first Terminator," the 101 said. I knew it the moment Sarah told me about what she believed happened to it after she defeated it. The war went on because traces of the cyborg sent to kill Sarah were left behind, and someone found those traces. They thought they could reverse engineer whatever technology they could find. If they only knew what they were getting the human race into...

"Son of a bitch, I knew it!" Sarah said as she got off the counter and paced back and forth, and I thought I could hear her add, "Those lying motherfuckers," under her breath.

Dyson explained, "They told us not to ask where they got it. It was scary stuff, radically advanced. It was smashed, it didn't work, but it gave us ideas, took us into new directions, things we would have never thought of... All of my work is based on it."

"It's gotta be destroyed," I said to him.

"Can you get us in? Past security?" Sarah asked Dyson.

"I think so, yeah. When?"

I stood up from my seat, "I think now would be as good a time as any."

Dyson simply responded, "Okay."

A/N: It's getting close to the end now. I don't know how many more I'll make to finish this story, but I will finish it. Thanks again for reading!