Disclaimer: I don't own Terminator.
"I need a vacation."
These were the words which the Terminator had wearily uttered after destroying the T-1000. With the life of John Connor saved and the twisted plans of Skynet foiled, the robot which could barely pass for a human had taken these words to his non-existent heart.
Having left behind the intense heat of the steelworks, the Terminator was now on a warm sunny beach in Hawaii. He watched as the waves lapped from the clear blue sea to wash gently onto the sandy shore. His face was expressionless as ever as he sat back comfortably in his deck chair. The sun which looked in the cloudless was trying to tan his artificial skin. His leather black jacket and other clothes had long been discarded, leaving him in a pair of swimming shorts. The only piece of the Terminator's iconic attire that remained were his dark shades, covering his robotic eyes.
"Here's your drink, sir."
The Terminator looked up upon hearing the voice that had sweetly spoken. Standing over him was a pretty waitress in a colourful hula outfit. She was carrying a trey which held a single glass that contained several mixed beverages. Drinking was something the Terminator did not need to do - but seeing as he was on vacation, he had decided to get the full relaxing experience which humans relish.
"Thank you," he said as he took the glass, being careful not to crush it in his strong grip.
The waitress remained where she was for a moment to take in the customer she had just served. Never in all her career of serving drinks on the beach had she ever seen a customer so hunky. She was completely blown away by how well-built this one was. How little she knew that underneath his skin which the sun simply could not tan was machinery rather than muscles.
"You are free to join me," the Terminator offered, having noticed how infatuated this cute girl was by his appearance. "Come with me if you want to drink."
"Maybe later when I finish work." The waitress winked before turning to leave. "See you around, handsome."
"Hasta la vista, baby!"
Left alone once again, the Terminator held the drink to his lips. He began to suck on the straw. The ice cubes swirled around inside the glass clinked as the number the sides as well as the little umbrella joining them. Having not been built with taste sensors, the Terminator couldn't get a feel of how nicely cold and refreshing his drink was. He wasn't bothered in the slightest, however, for he was easily getting the idea of why humans took such luxuries.
"I know now why humans take vacations," he murmured. "I could get used to it out here…"
The Terminator lowered his shades from his eyes. He peered up into the clear blue sky - where he saw an image of John Connor looking down on him. He reflected on how he had gone through so much brutality and casualties protect this boy - and how he was waiting for him to return home from his vacation.
"But just you wait, John," the Terminator said. "I'll be back!"
The end.