LEGACY
AUTHOR'S NOTE
A Terminator fanfic set shortly after the third movie. All familiar Terminator characters belong to Warner Bros. and anybody affiliated with them. I owe nothing, though I wish I did.
INTRODUCTION
A wounded John gathers strength from his parents.
John Conner was hurt. He knew it, his wife Katherine knew it, and his team knew it. But John was the leader of the Resistance against the machines. So, he'd keep moving. And he'd encourage the other wounded to keep moving. One of the men---Frank Peters---touched Conners' shoulder. John turned to face him.
"Sir---too tired---can't go any further," Peters panted.
"Keep moving, Peters. Keep moving," Conner barked.
"Yes, Sir," Peters agreed reluctantly.
"It's too far. We're never going to make it," a boy complained.
"Put up or shut up!" Conner yelled, echoing something his foster mom had once told him. One of the older man took the boy by the arm and hurried him along. Suddenly, John stumbled and fell to his knees.
"John!" Katherine shouted. She knelt down beside him.
"Kate, take the others to the base," John instructed.
"But---"
"GO!" Katherine had no choice but to lead the others away. No one else tried to help him. They all knew that John wouldn't have his team be destroyed by the machines just because he was injured.
"Sorry, Mom. Didn't mean to let you down. Didn't mean to fail," John muttered.
"John. John." Surprised, John looked up. There in front of him was a woman with blond hair, dark eyes, and a body that was obviously kept in shape.
"Mom?" John whispered. Was he dreaming?
"Keep going, John. You can make it," Sarah Conner urged.
"No. I'm hurt too bad," John protested. "It's no use. I failed you."
"John," a man's voice said sharply. John watched in surprise as a man suddenly appeared beside his mother. He was chestnut-haired and muscular with dark eyes. Though he had never seen the man before, John instinctively knew that this was his father.
"Your mother's right. You can make it. Just keep going," the man stated.
"Dad," John whispered.
"Yes, John. This is your father: Kyle Reese," Sarah replied.
"I miss you, Mom," John admitted.
"I miss you too, honey," Sarah agreed.
"But it's not your time yet. It won't be for a while," Kyle Reese continued. Heavy footsteps were heard.
"Move it, Reese! On your feet soldier! On your feet! Move it!" At his mother's urging, John picked himself up and ran. As he did so, his eyes darkened. He was the leader of the Resistance. And he would not fail. Not now and not later. He was John Conner, son of Sarah Conner and Kyle Reese. They were his legacy and he would not let them down.
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE
A Terminator fanfic set shortly after the third movie. All familiar Terminator characters belong to Warner Bros. and anybody affiliated with them. I owe nothing, though I wish I did.
INTRODUCTION
A wounded John gathers strength from his parents.
John Conner was hurt. He knew it, his wife Katherine knew it, and his team knew it. But John was the leader of the Resistance against the machines. So, he'd keep moving. And he'd encourage the other wounded to keep moving. One of the men---Frank Peters---touched Conners' shoulder. John turned to face him.
"Sir---too tired---can't go any further," Peters panted.
"Keep moving, Peters. Keep moving," Conner barked.
"Yes, Sir," Peters agreed reluctantly.
"It's too far. We're never going to make it," a boy complained.
"Put up or shut up!" Conner yelled, echoing something his foster mom had once told him. One of the older man took the boy by the arm and hurried him along. Suddenly, John stumbled and fell to his knees.
"John!" Katherine shouted. She knelt down beside him.
"Kate, take the others to the base," John instructed.
"But---"
"GO!" Katherine had no choice but to lead the others away. No one else tried to help him. They all knew that John wouldn't have his team be destroyed by the machines just because he was injured.
"Sorry, Mom. Didn't mean to let you down. Didn't mean to fail," John muttered.
"John. John." Surprised, John looked up. There in front of him was a woman with blond hair, dark eyes, and a body that was obviously kept in shape.
"Mom?" John whispered. Was he dreaming?
"Keep going, John. You can make it," Sarah Conner urged.
"No. I'm hurt too bad," John protested. "It's no use. I failed you."
"John," a man's voice said sharply. John watched in surprise as a man suddenly appeared beside his mother. He was chestnut-haired and muscular with dark eyes. Though he had never seen the man before, John instinctively knew that this was his father.
"Your mother's right. You can make it. Just keep going," the man stated.
"Dad," John whispered.
"Yes, John. This is your father: Kyle Reese," Sarah replied.
"I miss you, Mom," John admitted.
"I miss you too, honey," Sarah agreed.
"But it's not your time yet. It won't be for a while," Kyle Reese continued. Heavy footsteps were heard.
"Move it, Reese! On your feet soldier! On your feet! Move it!" At his mother's urging, John picked himself up and ran. As he did so, his eyes darkened. He was the leader of the Resistance. And he would not fail. Not now and not later. He was John Conner, son of Sarah Conner and Kyle Reese. They were his legacy and he would not let them down.
THE END