Disclaimer: The writer of this fan fiction does not in any way shape or form own Terminator 3 or any other area of the trilogy. Please do not sue, this is just for fun.
Notes: Came up with the idea after watching T3, (how many times have I read this line on ff.net?) anyway and I figured why not. Like the summary says it's mainly centered on Kate, because I think she's the one that lost so much in T3, and I thought writing up what it must have been like for her before all this, before John Connor, would be interesting. There will be other aspects later on but for, let's just keep it simple and innocent.
Pepper and Peppermint by: Evolutionary Spider
Chapter 1: Innocence
"Ugh, stupid machine." Robert Brewster looked up from his newspaper to see his 13-year-old daughter Kate, glare murderously at the computer monitor before her. She then just slouched against the chair and blew her reddish brown bangs from her face in frustration. A smile came to Mr. Brewster's face. He pushed down his newspaper over his lap and asked, "Something wrong honey?"
"The computer isn't letting me get my saved essay, dad and it's due tomorrow." she answered back trying hard not to sound whiny. Robert folded his newspaper and set it aside as he got up from his chair. "Let's see what's going on." He walked toward where his daughter sat and placed his hands over the chair to see the screen. "How about you try this." he said as he reached over to the mouse and clicked on several folders and typed in several commands, all flying by Kate's head.
Now more than ever she was convinced that technology was not the best career choice for her. She moved her head slightly to the side to see her father staring at the screen. She smiled as she saw her father's face. She felt happiness at seeing her father taking the time to help her. Not for the first time did she feel a sense of relief to know that her father is there to help her and take care of her. She noticed her father's firm and strong face, his twinkling blue eyes and even the wrinkles beginning to form from age. She breathed in the strong scent of his cologne accompanied with the scent that was uniquely his own. Her senses and memories of her father were all she could have, at this point, of parental comfort.
A few times, usually in dreams, did she recall what her mother looked and smelt like. Kate knew that she was her mother, except for her eyes, which she got from her father. Yet even remembering what her mother looked like was becoming increasingly vague. Ever since her mother's death when she was 8, her father had taken care of her as best he could and tried to help her cope, by telling her stories of her mother. She sometimes needed photographs to remember her mother's appearance, but her mother's comforting scent would never leave her. It was a mix between the smell of sweet roses and of Windex, an odd mix indeed.
It was in these dreams she could be with her mother and remembered her the most. She remembered trips to the park, beach, and zoo with her parents all the while her mother holding on to her in some way. The comforting feel of her mother's embrace when she fell down yet again from her bicycle, kisses good night, cookie flour in both their hair, mud stains on both their clothes from working in the garden. Best of all, she loved the dreams where she remembered the times her mother would sing a special lullaby to her, one she never knew the words to because they were in a different language. Nonetheless, at least in her dreams, her mother would not be forgotten.
"There you go, Katie. Did you figure out how I accessed your file?" he said giving her a hopeful look. To make him happy, she smiled and said, "Yeah I understand now dad, thanks. I should have thought of that before." Mr. Brewster smiled pleased to make his daughter happy. "It's alright Katie. Say how about I get started on dinner?" "Great, I'm kinda hungry. What are we having?" "Mexican burritos stuffed with rice, chicken and beans with a bit of my famous spicy tortilla rolls on the side." he said proudly. "Sounds good, spicy, but good." she said smiling up at him. 'Heh, guess he's still on that Mexican kick.' He smiled back, "Alright but finish your homework kiddo, I'll call you when dinner's ready." With that he headed toward the kitchen.
As Kate waited for her essay to print she smiled, 'Just me and dad, not a lot, but we'll make it.'
End of Chapter 1
Reviews are always nice, so don't be shy, for feedback fuels further than does silence.
Notes: Came up with the idea after watching T3, (how many times have I read this line on ff.net?) anyway and I figured why not. Like the summary says it's mainly centered on Kate, because I think she's the one that lost so much in T3, and I thought writing up what it must have been like for her before all this, before John Connor, would be interesting. There will be other aspects later on but for, let's just keep it simple and innocent.
Pepper and Peppermint by: Evolutionary Spider
Chapter 1: Innocence
"Ugh, stupid machine." Robert Brewster looked up from his newspaper to see his 13-year-old daughter Kate, glare murderously at the computer monitor before her. She then just slouched against the chair and blew her reddish brown bangs from her face in frustration. A smile came to Mr. Brewster's face. He pushed down his newspaper over his lap and asked, "Something wrong honey?"
"The computer isn't letting me get my saved essay, dad and it's due tomorrow." she answered back trying hard not to sound whiny. Robert folded his newspaper and set it aside as he got up from his chair. "Let's see what's going on." He walked toward where his daughter sat and placed his hands over the chair to see the screen. "How about you try this." he said as he reached over to the mouse and clicked on several folders and typed in several commands, all flying by Kate's head.
Now more than ever she was convinced that technology was not the best career choice for her. She moved her head slightly to the side to see her father staring at the screen. She smiled as she saw her father's face. She felt happiness at seeing her father taking the time to help her. Not for the first time did she feel a sense of relief to know that her father is there to help her and take care of her. She noticed her father's firm and strong face, his twinkling blue eyes and even the wrinkles beginning to form from age. She breathed in the strong scent of his cologne accompanied with the scent that was uniquely his own. Her senses and memories of her father were all she could have, at this point, of parental comfort.
A few times, usually in dreams, did she recall what her mother looked and smelt like. Kate knew that she was her mother, except for her eyes, which she got from her father. Yet even remembering what her mother looked like was becoming increasingly vague. Ever since her mother's death when she was 8, her father had taken care of her as best he could and tried to help her cope, by telling her stories of her mother. She sometimes needed photographs to remember her mother's appearance, but her mother's comforting scent would never leave her. It was a mix between the smell of sweet roses and of Windex, an odd mix indeed.
It was in these dreams she could be with her mother and remembered her the most. She remembered trips to the park, beach, and zoo with her parents all the while her mother holding on to her in some way. The comforting feel of her mother's embrace when she fell down yet again from her bicycle, kisses good night, cookie flour in both their hair, mud stains on both their clothes from working in the garden. Best of all, she loved the dreams where she remembered the times her mother would sing a special lullaby to her, one she never knew the words to because they were in a different language. Nonetheless, at least in her dreams, her mother would not be forgotten.
"There you go, Katie. Did you figure out how I accessed your file?" he said giving her a hopeful look. To make him happy, she smiled and said, "Yeah I understand now dad, thanks. I should have thought of that before." Mr. Brewster smiled pleased to make his daughter happy. "It's alright Katie. Say how about I get started on dinner?" "Great, I'm kinda hungry. What are we having?" "Mexican burritos stuffed with rice, chicken and beans with a bit of my famous spicy tortilla rolls on the side." he said proudly. "Sounds good, spicy, but good." she said smiling up at him. 'Heh, guess he's still on that Mexican kick.' He smiled back, "Alright but finish your homework kiddo, I'll call you when dinner's ready." With that he headed toward the kitchen.
As Kate waited for her essay to print she smiled, 'Just me and dad, not a lot, but we'll make it.'
End of Chapter 1
Reviews are always nice, so don't be shy, for feedback fuels further than does silence.