Post Judgment
Summary: John and Kate have survived Judgment Day. Now they are faced with the task of building an army, defeating the machines, and finding the time machine. Even knowing the future can't help these two in their times of hardship.
Disclaimer: I don't own terminator, just this plot.
Chapter 1: Out of the Ashes
We thought we could stop it. We thought we could end it before it began. But, as the terminator told us, it was inevitable. We had only postponed it. We were never meant to stop it. It wasn't just Cyberdine. It was more that just Sky Net. It was all of cyberspace. Every computer, machine, internet connection, virus, everything...
Brewster lied to us. He said we could stop it. He said the main computer was at Crystal Point. We believed him.
My mother always lived by her motto: No fate but what we make. She believed we could stop it. We could start anew. I would never have to carry such a burden.
She was wrong.
We were never meant to stop it.
We were meant to survive it.
Judgment Day
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"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" The speaker from the control panel fizzed. John cast a wary eye toward the microphone, and then turned to Kate. She nodded.
"Hello? I repeat, is there anyone there?" Panic filled the speaker's voice. Again, John hesitated, and then pressed the button on the receiver.
"This is John Conner," he said softly.
"Conner, who's in charge,?" demanded the speaker. John's voice cracked as he answered, finally accepting his fate.
"I am."
But the speaker never heard those two words. Screaming erupted from the microphone, and then the contact died altogether. Static.
The first explosion.
BOOM! The 30-year-old computers vibrated, turned on and off repeatedly, finally short circuiting. The microphone fell from the control panel. Every glass door shattered, and a small crack appeared in the blast doors. They held. Kate rushed up to John and held him, never letting go. John held on too. They were finally catching up to the future.
BOOM! The second explosion sounded fainter, far off. More glass shattered, but still the blast doors held. He felt tears on his shoulder. Kate's tears. She was loosing so much, while John lost nothing. It wasn't fair.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The explosions were very faint this time, but still audible. The control panel shook. Static appeared on every screen. The shaking became more and more violent, until it, too, short circuited. Tears had now formed in Johns eyes, and he held onto Kate even tighter. This was it; this was the end.
The explosions continued for nearly an hour. The air stank with the stench of radiation and death (A/N: Ok, so technically, you can't smell radiation. Sue me. :-P). Inside his head, John could hear the screaming. The terrified, panicked screams of the three billion people who had long been destined to die. Finally, at long last, it stopped.
Kate, her body wracked with sobs, pulled away from John. John, too, let go and hung his head. All these years, he had thought this day would never have to come. No, that wasn't true; deep inside, he had always had the nagging fear that someday, they would meet fate. Deep down, he had always known, yet he had done nothing to prevent it. It was all his fault.
No. Insisted a voice in his head. No, you did all you could. It was inevitable.
He looked up at Kate, who was sitting on the cold, hard metal steps staring into empty space. He had to tell her now. He cautiously walked over to her and sat down next her, avoiding the eyes of his future wife.
"Kate," he said, "I'm going to tell you everything."
And he did. He told her everything. How his mother, Sarah Conner, had been targeted before he was born. How his father, Kyle Reese, had yet to be born. How the terminators had tried again when he was 13. How they had shut down Cyberdine. How he was destined to be a world leader. How she was supposed to be his lieutenant, 2nd in command. Everything.
"Wow," was all she could say when she heard all this. There was a long, awkward silence.
"So...," John said, breaking the silence.
"You were really brave, you know," commented Kate. John shook his head.
"Nah, you were better-"
"No, I mean when-when I didn't even have a part in this. Saving your mother, cracking security at Cyberdine, I would never be able to do that." John laughed.
"Well, missy, if the terminator was right, you're going to have to do a lot more than that." More silence. Kate looked into John's eyes, and John looked back. Her eyes were so beautiful. So warm and inviting. He moved closer to her, closing his own eyes...
CLANK! John's pistol fell out of his makeshift backpack and onto the floor next to their feet. They pulled away, blushing, and John replaced the pistol in his pack, not looking at Kate.
"So, think we should go and search for provisions?" he suggested.
"What, huh?" replied Kate, jerking out of her thoughts.
"You know food, water, the works? We're probably going to be here a long time."
"Oh, yea." Kate stood up quickly. "This way."
Kate led them through a thick steel door and down endless sets of stairs. John followed a little farther behind, wincing every time he put any weight on his right leg. After a few minutes, they emerged into a small, musty room piled high with boxes upon boxes of canned foods. Through another door they came to the freezer, which was piled high with frozen beef, turkey, chicken, and sausage. Through yet another door they found hundreds of gas masks piled in boxes, and every kind of weapon you could imagine pinned up against the walls. Ammunition lay plentiful amid the boxes of gas masks.
"Bingo," said John, a smile growing on his face.
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There, first chapter up. A little depressing, I know, but it's nothing compared to what the third movie was like. Anyway, please review (see little box in the left corner). Flames welcome!!
~*~Ze Czech~*~
Summary: John and Kate have survived Judgment Day. Now they are faced with the task of building an army, defeating the machines, and finding the time machine. Even knowing the future can't help these two in their times of hardship.
Disclaimer: I don't own terminator, just this plot.
Chapter 1: Out of the Ashes
We thought we could stop it. We thought we could end it before it began. But, as the terminator told us, it was inevitable. We had only postponed it. We were never meant to stop it. It wasn't just Cyberdine. It was more that just Sky Net. It was all of cyberspace. Every computer, machine, internet connection, virus, everything...
Brewster lied to us. He said we could stop it. He said the main computer was at Crystal Point. We believed him.
My mother always lived by her motto: No fate but what we make. She believed we could stop it. We could start anew. I would never have to carry such a burden.
She was wrong.
We were never meant to stop it.
We were meant to survive it.
Judgment Day
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"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" The speaker from the control panel fizzed. John cast a wary eye toward the microphone, and then turned to Kate. She nodded.
"Hello? I repeat, is there anyone there?" Panic filled the speaker's voice. Again, John hesitated, and then pressed the button on the receiver.
"This is John Conner," he said softly.
"Conner, who's in charge,?" demanded the speaker. John's voice cracked as he answered, finally accepting his fate.
"I am."
But the speaker never heard those two words. Screaming erupted from the microphone, and then the contact died altogether. Static.
The first explosion.
BOOM! The 30-year-old computers vibrated, turned on and off repeatedly, finally short circuiting. The microphone fell from the control panel. Every glass door shattered, and a small crack appeared in the blast doors. They held. Kate rushed up to John and held him, never letting go. John held on too. They were finally catching up to the future.
BOOM! The second explosion sounded fainter, far off. More glass shattered, but still the blast doors held. He felt tears on his shoulder. Kate's tears. She was loosing so much, while John lost nothing. It wasn't fair.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The explosions were very faint this time, but still audible. The control panel shook. Static appeared on every screen. The shaking became more and more violent, until it, too, short circuited. Tears had now formed in Johns eyes, and he held onto Kate even tighter. This was it; this was the end.
The explosions continued for nearly an hour. The air stank with the stench of radiation and death (A/N: Ok, so technically, you can't smell radiation. Sue me. :-P). Inside his head, John could hear the screaming. The terrified, panicked screams of the three billion people who had long been destined to die. Finally, at long last, it stopped.
Kate, her body wracked with sobs, pulled away from John. John, too, let go and hung his head. All these years, he had thought this day would never have to come. No, that wasn't true; deep inside, he had always had the nagging fear that someday, they would meet fate. Deep down, he had always known, yet he had done nothing to prevent it. It was all his fault.
No. Insisted a voice in his head. No, you did all you could. It was inevitable.
He looked up at Kate, who was sitting on the cold, hard metal steps staring into empty space. He had to tell her now. He cautiously walked over to her and sat down next her, avoiding the eyes of his future wife.
"Kate," he said, "I'm going to tell you everything."
And he did. He told her everything. How his mother, Sarah Conner, had been targeted before he was born. How his father, Kyle Reese, had yet to be born. How the terminators had tried again when he was 13. How they had shut down Cyberdine. How he was destined to be a world leader. How she was supposed to be his lieutenant, 2nd in command. Everything.
"Wow," was all she could say when she heard all this. There was a long, awkward silence.
"So...," John said, breaking the silence.
"You were really brave, you know," commented Kate. John shook his head.
"Nah, you were better-"
"No, I mean when-when I didn't even have a part in this. Saving your mother, cracking security at Cyberdine, I would never be able to do that." John laughed.
"Well, missy, if the terminator was right, you're going to have to do a lot more than that." More silence. Kate looked into John's eyes, and John looked back. Her eyes were so beautiful. So warm and inviting. He moved closer to her, closing his own eyes...
CLANK! John's pistol fell out of his makeshift backpack and onto the floor next to their feet. They pulled away, blushing, and John replaced the pistol in his pack, not looking at Kate.
"So, think we should go and search for provisions?" he suggested.
"What, huh?" replied Kate, jerking out of her thoughts.
"You know food, water, the works? We're probably going to be here a long time."
"Oh, yea." Kate stood up quickly. "This way."
Kate led them through a thick steel door and down endless sets of stairs. John followed a little farther behind, wincing every time he put any weight on his right leg. After a few minutes, they emerged into a small, musty room piled high with boxes upon boxes of canned foods. Through another door they came to the freezer, which was piled high with frozen beef, turkey, chicken, and sausage. Through yet another door they found hundreds of gas masks piled in boxes, and every kind of weapon you could imagine pinned up against the walls. Ammunition lay plentiful amid the boxes of gas masks.
"Bingo," said John, a smile growing on his face.
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There, first chapter up. A little depressing, I know, but it's nothing compared to what the third movie was like. Anyway, please review (see little box in the left corner). Flames welcome!!
~*~Ze Czech~*~