It had been two years since Sarah and John Connor had blown up Cyberdyne. They'd been living happily the last two years in Cozumel, Mexico. They had just gotten to a beach bar, which sold alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. It was one they frequented. John had developed a friendship with the bartender there. His name was also John, John Cena. He'd been the bartender there for about nine months. He was ex-military and would tell John stories from when he was in the service. Sarah was glad John had a male figure he could look up to. Sarah and John both went up to the bar and sat down.

"My favorite customers." Cena said. "How are you two today?"

"We're fine." Sarah said.

"What's up John?"

"Not much man." John said. They did a type of handshake.

"The usual for both of you?" They both said yes. He gave Sarah a beer and John a Coke.

Sarah was sitting at a table. John was still sitting at the bar while Cena told him another military story, while cutting up a kiwi for a drink.

"Fuck!" Cena said as he accidentally sliced his finger. He started bleeding.

"You alright?"

"Yeah." "Just a scratch."

Later that night John went back to the beach bar for nachos. Cena was getting ready to close up.

"Am I to late to get some nachos?" John asked.

"No." Cena said. He got him the nachos.

"Thanks."

"No problem." They were talking. "Can I you a personal question?"

"Yeah."

"Where's your dad?"

"He died when my mom was pregnant with me."

"Sorry." "My dad's dead to."

"What happened?"

"My dad died on the job." "He was a cop." "He died when I was two." "He was shot." "I don't remember him."

Cena was counting the money in the register and drinking a beer.

"Can I have a sip of that?" John asked.

"Don't tell your mom." "She'll kick my ass." He handed it to him and John took a sip.

John had just gotten back home to the bungalow.

"I'm home mom." John said.

"Go to bed, it's getting late."

"Ok."

In the desert the wind blew and lightening started to crackle. Suddenly a blue mass appeared and so did a man. Due to the lightening there were several little fires. The man was naked. The man stood up. He was very tall, had tattoos sleeves on each arm, light blue eyes and short brown hair. A pickup truck was coming down the street. It stopped. A man got out to look at the fires. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. As he was looking at the fires the naked man appeared behind him. He arm turned to liquid metal stabbing the man and killing him. He put on the man's clothes and took his truck.

Requested by Angel MacLeod