A/N: Hey, made a few corrections in this chapter.
Chapter 2
"Thank you." he told the soldier who handed him a cup of warm tea. The soldier was very surprised the a terminator would say thank you.
The soldier nodded and left the office room. John watched with amazement as the being was actually drinking the tea. "I didn't know you bucketheads could drink."
He looked up at Connor confused. "Don't all humans drink?" Conner smirked and shook his head yes. "But not you."
"But...I'm human like you." the warrior said. "No." Connor told him. "Well, in the outside you are."
Confused was all the warrior was. What exactly did this soldier mean on the outside? John sighed and grabbed something from the side of his room, then placed it down on his desk in front of Kat's savior.
"Do you know what this is?" Connor asked.
The warrior paused. A polished head of an endoskeleton with the eyes missing and its teeth. "I killed a few of these when they were attacking the girl."
"They're called Endoskeletons. They're HKs, Hunter-Killers. What you're looking at is...what's underneath your skin."
Connor nearly jumped ten feet in the air when the endoskull was crushed in the warrior's bare hands. That was his trophy too. Oh well, he could always get a new one.
What came next though could never prepare him even by the time when his mother trained him to be a full-blooded combat soldier. This amnesiac terminator....he was crying.
"What am I?" he asked with the tears falling down his cheeks. "Am I human? Am I machine?! TELL ME!!" His head fell in his hands. "What....am....I?"
Connor just watched him like a sobbing child. And he couldn't help but feel sorry. A terminator, and he felt sorry for it.
But perhaps learning about what he really was is a good thing. If he did remember, then he would probably be like the others and kill without emotion and remorse. That was what a terminator was created for.
But this one...maybe he was different from the rest. Maybe....
John put his hand on the warrior's shoulder, and the warrior looked up. "Listen, we can help you remember. But you're going to have to trust us." Connor looked down at the warrior. "Can you do that?"
~ * ~ * ~
They all watched the cyborg lay down on the bed as the scanning began. Soon, his entire inside would be revealed up on the monitor. Connor leaned over to the computer programmer. "Be careful with him. We don't want to kill him now."
"Yes, sir." the programmer nodded.
Another presence stood right by Connor. Kat had heard about the X-Ray scanning of the terminator that saved her and decided to see just what was inside her savior.
"How's your head?" John asked as he examined the bandage on her temple.
"It's fine." Kat told him. "Why is he still here?"
"Because I owe him for saving your life." Connor looked back to the terminator. "You really scared me, Katherine."
Kat hung her head. "I thought I was doing what was best."
"We have powerful defenses that could have stopped that small group of HKs." Connor reminded her.
"But they would have sent out a signal to the others, pinpointing our base. If I hadn't lead them away, we would all be dead, and Antony and Berret's deaths would be in vain!" Kat shot back.
Connor fell silent at that and sighed as he looked away from Kat. No matter how much he didn't want to believe it, she was right. They would all be dead by now if it wasn't for her.
But if they were starting to figure out the base, then the machines were getting close to winning this war.
"I'm just glad you're ok, Private." Connor told her softly.
Kat closed her eyes as she kicked herself. John Connor had always been like a father to her. Her parents were killed by the machines, and John and his wife Kate Brewster-Connor took her in as their own when nobody else would
She never meant to get angry at him.
"I'm sorry." she whispered.
Connor shook his head. "Don't be. You were doing what you thought was best, and we're all thankful for that. Just be careful next time. We've lost a lot of good people in this war. Kate would die if anything were to happen to you."
Kat looked up at the rebel leader. A man who had grown up way too fast, who never got to experience the fun of childhood because he was always being chased down by assassins of the machines or just running from his nightmares about the war. Most of all, he was the only father she ever had.
"Yes, sir." she reassured him.
"Holy shit!" the programmer gasped. Kat and John turned to him. "What's wrong?"
"Take a look at this." the programmer scooted over so that both could see the monitors.
Pictures of the terminator's inside...only, his was more different than any other unit they came across.
"What the hell...?"
"It's not only that, sir. The readings of our boy here, they're off the charts!"
Kat looked to both John and the programmer. "Okay, I believe I speak for everyone here when I ask, what the HELL does this all mean?"
John looked up to the warrior laying on the observatory bed.
"It means....your Superman over here darlin' is a T-X unit. We've actually found one."
Chapter 2
"Thank you." he told the soldier who handed him a cup of warm tea. The soldier was very surprised the a terminator would say thank you.
The soldier nodded and left the office room. John watched with amazement as the being was actually drinking the tea. "I didn't know you bucketheads could drink."
He looked up at Connor confused. "Don't all humans drink?" Conner smirked and shook his head yes. "But not you."
"But...I'm human like you." the warrior said. "No." Connor told him. "Well, in the outside you are."
Confused was all the warrior was. What exactly did this soldier mean on the outside? John sighed and grabbed something from the side of his room, then placed it down on his desk in front of Kat's savior.
"Do you know what this is?" Connor asked.
The warrior paused. A polished head of an endoskeleton with the eyes missing and its teeth. "I killed a few of these when they were attacking the girl."
"They're called Endoskeletons. They're HKs, Hunter-Killers. What you're looking at is...what's underneath your skin."
Connor nearly jumped ten feet in the air when the endoskull was crushed in the warrior's bare hands. That was his trophy too. Oh well, he could always get a new one.
What came next though could never prepare him even by the time when his mother trained him to be a full-blooded combat soldier. This amnesiac terminator....he was crying.
"What am I?" he asked with the tears falling down his cheeks. "Am I human? Am I machine?! TELL ME!!" His head fell in his hands. "What....am....I?"
Connor just watched him like a sobbing child. And he couldn't help but feel sorry. A terminator, and he felt sorry for it.
But perhaps learning about what he really was is a good thing. If he did remember, then he would probably be like the others and kill without emotion and remorse. That was what a terminator was created for.
But this one...maybe he was different from the rest. Maybe....
John put his hand on the warrior's shoulder, and the warrior looked up. "Listen, we can help you remember. But you're going to have to trust us." Connor looked down at the warrior. "Can you do that?"
~ * ~ * ~
They all watched the cyborg lay down on the bed as the scanning began. Soon, his entire inside would be revealed up on the monitor. Connor leaned over to the computer programmer. "Be careful with him. We don't want to kill him now."
"Yes, sir." the programmer nodded.
Another presence stood right by Connor. Kat had heard about the X-Ray scanning of the terminator that saved her and decided to see just what was inside her savior.
"How's your head?" John asked as he examined the bandage on her temple.
"It's fine." Kat told him. "Why is he still here?"
"Because I owe him for saving your life." Connor looked back to the terminator. "You really scared me, Katherine."
Kat hung her head. "I thought I was doing what was best."
"We have powerful defenses that could have stopped that small group of HKs." Connor reminded her.
"But they would have sent out a signal to the others, pinpointing our base. If I hadn't lead them away, we would all be dead, and Antony and Berret's deaths would be in vain!" Kat shot back.
Connor fell silent at that and sighed as he looked away from Kat. No matter how much he didn't want to believe it, she was right. They would all be dead by now if it wasn't for her.
But if they were starting to figure out the base, then the machines were getting close to winning this war.
"I'm just glad you're ok, Private." Connor told her softly.
Kat closed her eyes as she kicked herself. John Connor had always been like a father to her. Her parents were killed by the machines, and John and his wife Kate Brewster-Connor took her in as their own when nobody else would
She never meant to get angry at him.
"I'm sorry." she whispered.
Connor shook his head. "Don't be. You were doing what you thought was best, and we're all thankful for that. Just be careful next time. We've lost a lot of good people in this war. Kate would die if anything were to happen to you."
Kat looked up at the rebel leader. A man who had grown up way too fast, who never got to experience the fun of childhood because he was always being chased down by assassins of the machines or just running from his nightmares about the war. Most of all, he was the only father she ever had.
"Yes, sir." she reassured him.
"Holy shit!" the programmer gasped. Kat and John turned to him. "What's wrong?"
"Take a look at this." the programmer scooted over so that both could see the monitors.
Pictures of the terminator's inside...only, his was more different than any other unit they came across.
"What the hell...?"
"It's not only that, sir. The readings of our boy here, they're off the charts!"
Kat looked to both John and the programmer. "Okay, I believe I speak for everyone here when I ask, what the HELL does this all mean?"
John looked up to the warrior laying on the observatory bed.
"It means....your Superman over here darlin' is a T-X unit. We've actually found one."
