A/N:

This is my Terminator project. I have literally been developing this concept for years, piecing together what makes sense and what doesn't. This is my crossover between two of James Cameron's greatest masterpieces.

Unfortunately, within the Terminator franchise, there are multiple inconsistencies that have been created over the decades. So this story is an AU that takes place after (or actually wayyyy before) Terminator 2: Judgment Day (the best movie they ever made).

Sarah Connor:

Skynet, the computer which controlled the machines, sent two terminators back through time.

Their mission: to destroy the leader of the human Resistance... John Connor.

My son.

The first terminator was programmed to strike at me, in the year 1984... before John was born.

It failed.

The second was set to strike at John himself, when he was still a child.

As before, the Resistance was able to send a lone warrior. A protector for John.

It defeated the machine, sending it plummeting to its fiery demise.

It then sacrificed itself, for the greater good...making it possible to defeat Skynet once and for all.

At least, that's what we thought…

June 15, 2029: Chicago, Illinois

A dark sky was set over the destroyed city of Chicago. Cars and trucks laid in the streets, smashed and on fire. Buildings were destroyed and collapsed, as the streets were covered in debris.

"WOO-HOO!", yelled two soldiers as they shot into the air, celebrating their victory over Skynet's defeat. They grabbed a metal endoskeleton skull and kicked it around on the floor like a soccer ball.

Though they were usually serious, they couldn't help themselves from their excitement of finally being rid of the constant loom of death and enslavement by Skynet and their Terminators.

They were finally free…

"Pass it to me!" yelled one, a clearly grizzled soldier. His bearded face, scarred and weathered from the thirty-two year long war.

"Alright. Catch!" Yelled the other, visibly younger than the other. Her light blue eyes still having a slight shine of innocence.

She kicked it hard, and it flew over the bearded soldier's head. It soared through the air and crashed onto the ground covered in a tarp only feet away from them. The skull sunk down with the tarp wrapped around it, as it fell into a hole in the floor.

"What was that?" Asked the younger soldier, named Launa.

"I don't know… but let's check it out." The bearded soldier, named Mark, unholstering and clutching his Plasma Rifle.

They slowly walked over to the hole, guns aimed and ready to fire. With the far end of the gun, Mark poked the tarp and moved it, keeping vigilant.

"Look...it's some sort of bunker…". Launa observed.

They then jumped down through the hatch, landing with a loud "THUD!", and looked around for a light as they stumbled through the darkness. "Eh, it's useless. Use your flashlight." Mark instructed.

They activated their gun-mounted flashlights and walked forward, looking around at destroyed T-Units and dead corpses, each of them thankfully facing the floor.

"Hey, look at that!". Launa said suddenly, as they both saw a platform and advanced computer systems.

"This...looks like a time travel setup...check if it's still operational." Mark said, still keeping his gun close.

Launa sat down at the computers and began pressing random buttons. After hitting a particular one, it turned on. "Sweet! It works. But it requires a password. Any ideas?"

Mark scratched his head. "Not really…"

Launa frowned at him. "Thank you, you're very helpful…. What about something old? Something part of their past…".

Mark scratched his head while thinking, and then snapped his fingers. "Oh! Cyberdyne! Cyberdyne was the original company, right?"

"Right." Launa replied as she typed it in. But the computer denied it. "It says the password requires four numbers.

Mark's head was practically smoking. "What was a big event for Skyne-... I mean Cyberdyne?"

Launa jumped up from her chair. "1984!"

Mark arched his eyebrow as he looked questioningly. "What's so special about 1984?"

Launa slapped her head in frustration. "That was the year Skynet sent a T-800 on the first Infiltration mission to kill Sarah Connor. Don't you read the records?"

"Pfft. No. You're the history buff, not me." Mark said, crossing his arms.

"You don't have to be a buff to stay informed on important events." Launa frowned as she typed '1984' into the computer, but it loudly beeped as big red letters stretched across the screen. "Access Denied"

"Damn! What does it want?!?" She hissed.

"...Wait! I think I've got it!" Mark yelled, a bit louder than he meant to.

"What?" Launa asked.

"Judgment Day was their biggest triumph…try that."

Launa felt like a light switch had been turned on. "Right! That makes sense! It was 1997, right?"

"Yep." Steve responded.

Launa imputed the code as she crossed her fingers. The screen showed a loading bar as it did previously. They both waited in nervous anticipation, as the suspense was unbearable.

Suddenly, the computer made a different noise as big green letters formed across the screen saying, "Access Granted".

"Yes!" Mark yelled as pumped his fist in the air.

The screen began racing with files and codes.

"Heh, look at all of these failed missions and models." Launa chuckled as she looked at Mark, of which wasn't laughing at all.

He looked at her with a stern face as Launa became uncomfortable.

"What? What's wrong?" She asked.

"It's not funny, Launa. A lot of men, women and children died on those missions. Good people… a lot of them, of which I knew." Mark said grimly.

Launa's smile disappeared as she acknowledged that her partner was right. She was about to apologize when…

"Hey. Wait a minute, what's that?" Mark said, as he pointed to a file on the top right corner of the screen.

Launa squinted as she read it aloud.

"It says...Operation: Last Stand. It's not a battle I've ever been in. It's not one that you've talked about. And it's in the history books… So, this...somehow, must be recent."

Mark shook his head in denial. "Nah, no way. That's not possible. We clapped those bastards once and for all."

Launa looked concerned as she clicked on the file.

Operation: Last Stand

Mission Objective: Terminate Pascal Conniere/ Mara Conniere

Destination/Date: Southampton, Britain. 11:30 A.M April 10, 1912.

Terminator Model: Skynet Systems Infiltrator Series 1000 [Serial Code: T-1000]

Send Date: June 15, 2029.

Return: Negative

Deoxyribonucleic Acid (DNA) Doner:-

Rose DeWitt Bukater

Genetic Code: TCA/BN50272576263-73638262937HJK870

"What the hell is this?!!" Mark yelled angrily.

"It says they sent this today! But that's impossible...we destroyed them all four days ago!" Launa questioned.

"They must have been desperate. The file says they sent a T-1000 model...that's an antique! That model hasn't been used since the Termination mission of 1995." Mark pointed out.

Launa squinted at the file, "Wha-... This must be some sorta glitch…".

Mark raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

Launa: "Look at the destination date, they set it for...1912, to terminate some people named Conniere. Why so far back in time?..."

Mark: "Hold up...1912? Southampton, Britain? …no way…"

Launa: "what?"

Mark: "That date and location… match up with where the Titanic was at that point in history. My son was a huge fan and would always tell me a bunch of random facts about it."

"That's sweet." She said.

"But why would Skynet send a Terminator back to see a ship sink?" Mark asked rhetorically.

Launa thought hard about it, and then suddenly snapped her head upwards.

"I think I've got it! Do me a favor and trace back John Connor's ancestry, now." Launa ordered.

"Uh, you have the computer. Genius." Mark answered.

"Oh. Right." Launa said as she logged into the resistance files. She kept scrolling downwards through the decades until she arrived in the early 1910's.

"Here, check it out." She said.

Mara Jade Doyle

Born: 1884

Age: Deceased

Relations: Pascal Claude Conniere (Husband), Hughe Connor (Son)

Bio: Raised a farmgirl in Ireland, Mara grew up in her father's household as an only child. She loved her parents deeply, but had to deal with the tragedy of losing her dear father to the flu. By 1902, at the age of 18, she graduated from the Academic School of Housekeeping. That same year, she became a nanny at the Wilmington Estate for three children. At age 20, she met her future husband Pascal Conniere, a French bachelor, who was to be the chauffeur of her employers. Though there was a considerable language difference, they had both learned English in their early schooling, causing them to take to each other over time. Fast forwarding eight years in 1912, they had been married and were looking to start new lives in America, as life in Europe was uncomfortable. The colossal mega-ship, R.M.S Titanic had been just recently constructed and was going to travel to New York from Ireland. They were traveling in Third Class when history's most famous maritime disaster took place. Her husband, Pascal, drowned in the sinking, but Mara survived. She went on to change her name to Connor as she raised her son as a widow, never remarrying. She was interviewed on March 7th, 1970 at the age of 86. And died 14 years later at 100 years old on October 24, 1984.

"That's It! That's their plan! Sneaky little…" Launa started to yell.

"Hold on… What's their plan?" Mark quickly interjected.

Launa looked at him with fire in her eyes as her hatred for Skynet burned within her.

"Do I have to highlight it Marcus?! Isn't it obvious? Pascal and Mara Conniere are the long time ancestors of John Connor! Those bastards have never successfully been able to actually kill Sarah or John no matter what time they've traveled to! So this time, they're trying to get rid of the Connor family from the very beginning. And they tried to do it without us knowing.. It's their only choice…" She stopped for a second, realizing what she was about to say.

Mark, recognizing what she was going to say as well, finished her sentence together.

their Last Stand…" They said together, realizing everything that was at stake.

"Then what the hell are we doing sitting here talking about it?! We have to do something! The T-1000 could already have killed them!" Mark said.

Launa grabbed her gun and started to activate the time machine.

"Woah, woah, wait! What are you doing?" Mark yelled.

"To go stop them." Launa replied, as Mark shook his head.

"We can't go back! What're you, nuts? Sergeant Reese was one of our best men next to John… And yet was killed by an even older T-800 model. What chance do you think we have against a T-1000? It'll dissect us before we can even get aboard." Mark reasoned.

"Then what do you suppose we do, oh brave leader? Do you recommend we cower in this hole while the fate of humanity lies in our hands and do nothing to stop it?!" Launa yelled.

Mark stayed quiet for a moment before looking down at the floor while he considered the odds.

He then looked over to the side of the room to where he walked and faded into the darkness without a word.

Launa looked puzzled as he grunted and heaved in the shadows. "Um.. are you okay?"

Mark said nothing as he continued to grunt until his backside finally came into the light, slowly revealing more of himself and he seemed to be pulling something.

"What are you trying to carry?" She asked.

Mark still continued not to answer until she finally saw a shining glint of silver. Puzzled, she walked closer and then stopped, gasping.

Mark let go of the robotics arm he had been pulling to reveal a T-850 laying flat on the floor, motionless.

Launa took the plasma rifle off of her back and aimed at the robot's head. "What the hell are you doing?!" Mark asked as he grabbed her gun.

"Are you crazy?! That thing could turn on and rip your face off!" Launa yelled.

"It won't… It's completely off." Mark said confidently.

"You don't know that!" Launa said, extremely hesitant of the robot.

"I do. Now help me get this thing to the table for reprogramming." Mark said, grabbing it again.

He attempted to pick it up with a sudden heave. The endoskeleton was lifted into the air about an inch and then slumped back to the floor with a thud.

"Damn! Launa, come help me! This shit's 400 pounds!" Mark yelled.

Reluctantly, Launa picked up the robot from its legs as they both picked it up with much strain and dropped it on a metal examination table with a very loud "CLANG!!!"

Mark hooked up a wire directly stemming from the computer system to the back of the machine's head, where the port was.

"Since when did you know how to hack T-Units?" She asked.

"I don't…. But you do." Mark said.

"No I don't! I was only able to complete a few training sessions before I was put in the field." Launa said, trying to get herself out of the predicament.

"You were telling me this and that about sitting back and not doing anything for humanity…Now I am! But you gotta help me! Or we'll lose everything we fought so hard to achieve!" Mark pleaded.

It didn't take Launa much convincing after he said that, so he sat down and got right to work.

She began typing commands into the computer.

"Besides the obvious...what are you doing?" Mark asked, puzzled by the multiple command screens before him.

"I'm trying to rewrite this thing's former protocol systems. But it's not easy, it's fighting me. The Terminator machines are programmed to exterminate humans on sight. This one's no different. So make sure not to wake it up...or there'll be hell to pay." She said, as she imputed the last command file and had it begin to load.

Operation: Collision Course

Mission Objective: Protect Mara Conniere/ Terminate Skynet Systems Infiltrator Series 1000/ Handle Any Human Opposition With Non-Deadly Force.

Destination Date: Southampton, Britain. 11:20 A.M. April 10, 1912.

Terminator Model: Skynet Systems Infiltrator Series 800. Serial Code: [T-850]

Send Date: June 15, 2029

Return: Negative

Deoxyribonucleic Acid (DNA) Doner

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Wait...Dammit, I forgot to get a donor for the T unit's exoskeleton." Launa said.

"Well, try and look amongst the deceased list of Titanic's passengers. Preferably someone who didn't have much of a record." Mark suggested.

Launa nodded as she searched through the list of those lost in the disaster. "Okay...check this out...this one seems perfect."

"Let's hear it." Mark said.

"Jack Dawson, 3rd class passenger. Hmm... I'm tracing through the records, but this guy seems to have no history...or anything for that matter. He's perfect because he basically never existed in the first place. Downloading his DNA code now…"

Operation: Collision Course

Mission Objective: Protect Mara Conniere/ Terminate Skynet Systems Infiltrator Series 1000/ Handle Any Human Opposition With Non-Deadly Force.

Destination Date: Southampton, Britain. 4:55 P.M. April 10, 1912.

Terminator Model: Skynet Systems Infiltrator Series 800. Serial Code: [T-850]

Send Date: June 15, 2029

Return: Negative

Deoxyribonucleic Acid (DNA) Doner:

Jack Dawson

Genetic Code: FJH15252815373638399-00L273

Loading File [69%]

"Good, just waiting for the DNA copy to load. Then I can take the tin-can over to the replicator where we can coat it in the skin-..."

Launa stopped speaking as she heard metallic footsteps behind them. They both turned around quickly with their guns aimed at whatever was coming.

Red eyes stared at them through the darkness, it crept closer and closer.

"FIRE!" Mark yelled as they both opened fire at the Terminator drawing ever closer, the purple laser bolts firing from their plasma rifles lit up the room.

But what they saw was not what they were expecting. To their utter surprise, a bulky, dark green, 8ft tall machine came stumbling towards them.

This was a T-70, an antiquated robot built in the early days of the war. It had been forgotten in the back of the bunker as it was re-woken up by the power surge when the computer was turned on again.

The bolts dented it as it drew closer with that massive Gatling gun on its right arm spinning, getting ready to rip them both to shreds.

Launa charged at it, striking its head with the butt of her gun. The machine showed no cognizance of the action. As it backhanded her across the room. It pointed its right arm as it tried to shoot her.

Mark charged at it, pushing its arm up in the air with much resistance as the bullets fired up to the ceiling.

Dust poured down on them as the machine punched Mark in the chest with its other arm, sending him flying to the floor. He yelled out loudly in pain, as the machine had broken his rib.

Launa slid next to him as the robot had thrown her there. It stood over them with its Gatling spinning, about to end their lives.

They both closed their eyes, expecting their fate. But instead they heard the loud clangs of metal, as they looked up, the T-70 went flying over them and smashed into a wall.

Looking back, the shining silver T-850 walked past them and struck the T-70's face, damaging it.

The T-850 slammed the T-70 on the ground. Picking it up again, and striking it harshly. With each blow dealt, the T-70 combusted, bits of steel plating and cyber wiring falling to the ground.

Never in a million years could an antiquated T-70 model even have a hope of beating a T-850 in physical strength. It fired its arm gun in a desperate last defense, but the bullets simply ricochet off of the robot. The T-850 reached under its chest plating, ripping it off, showing its power source exposed.

It grabbed its spark and ripped it out, as the T-70 shut down with a whine and fell to the floor, lifeless. The T-850 threw its spark to the side and just stood there, assessing its damage.

Launa had a sudden flow of worry as her stomach began to tie itself in knots.

As if sensing her fear, the T-850 turned around, looking at the both of them. It's glowing red eyes piercing into both of their souls.

The 400 pound killing machine began to walk towards them, slowly and menacingly. The underground bunker shook and rumbled as it came towards them, dust falling from the ceiling.

Launa's worries came into full light as the machine came closer.

What if it hadn't been programmed fully?

What if it didn't have time to upload the new commands?

What if it would kill them now the way it just butchered the other Terminator?

It stopped right in front of them and quickly extended its hand, faster than the eye could see.

They flinched as they thought it was preparing to kill them, but there was nothing. Launa opened her eyes. The machine simply stood there, its hand opened wide, gesturing to pull her up.

She reluctantly grabbed it's hand, and it pulled her up easily, like a rag doll.

After picking up Mark, the Terminator looked at them. Its red eyes scanned them repeatedly, its body still and without motion.

They nervously looked at it, and Launa finally had the courage to ask. "What are you doing?"

The machine looked at them, and then finally said, "Awaiting Authorization." It's voice, sounding like that of raw steel grinding together.

A small chill passed down Launa's spine before she finally spoke up. "Oh...umm…Your Authorized to carry out your mission."

The T-850 slowly nodded as he walked over to the DNA cloning chamber and stepped inside.

The bulletproof glass encasement door shut behind it and sealed with airtight pressure. As the cloning process began, a blue light flashed from the chamber, lighting up the dark bunker. After 5 minutes of the process, it came to a stop.

The light dimmed slightly and the room quieted down. The airtight sealed door opened with a loud "HISS". Steam flooded the room as the door swung open, the silhouette of a male stood in the chamber. It then started walking towards them.

The Terminator stood still in front of them. Now clothed in someone else's naked body. It's metal endoskeleton, now disguised in white skin. It's menacing face and head now wrapped in a young 20 year old's face. It's piercing red optics now transformed to humanely light blue eyes.

"So that's what Mr. Dawson looked like…" Launa said, looking up and down for far longer than she should have.

"You can stop drooling now." Mark snipped, still clutching his broken rib in pain.

Launa quickly shook her head and walked over to the control panel.

"T--850, prepare for the time jump." Mark instructed.

The Terminator acknowledged as he kneeled down on the time machine.

Mark nodded at Launa as she activated it. The time machine powered up and started spinning as it began the process.

Before sending him off, Mark quickly yelled to the machine. "T-850, What is your mission?"

The machine looked at him and responded in a now lighter, young American accent. "Protect Mara Conniere and Terminate the T-1000."

Launa nodded her head as she pulled the lever. The machine spun wildly and flashed with blinding lights as the Terminator was sent back through time.

A/N: So this was a pet project that I had been thinking of doing for the longest time…only issue was, I was too young to form a readable sentence. So I decided I wanted to take a break from my usual story project and do something special for April 15 to commemorate Titanic's 110'th memorial.

Chapter 2 is already written and ready. I'm just waiting to get at least like 2 readers before releasing it. If you liked it, please let me know your thoughts in a review. I love feedback. And if you have any questions, PM me.

I'd be happy to answer them!