Summary: Without John Connor is there is no hope. He must live on at any cost. -- Terminator 4 x Marcus.
A/N: I really liked Marcus. I wasn't happy with the ending. This idea evolved from a message board comment that poked plot holes regarding the transplant.
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the Terminator series.
Six Years Later...
I stare into my son's eyes. He stares back with solid determination. His resolve leaves no question that he is John Connor's son. The corners of his lips turn slightly upward. No, this round will end just like the others.
Jack Connor bursts into a fit of laughter. I soon follow. I win the staring contest.
"John!" Kate calls. I turn around to see my wife looking at us with an amused smile. "Command would like a word with you."
I give Jack a nod. He is now playing with toy cars. "Thanks," I tell Kate.
I walk to the door and head down the hallway. Our base is located inside a cave. There are other makeshift dwellings. This place is our home, but we are always ready to leave on a dime.
The soldiers I pass along the way momentarily pause to give me a salute, and then return to their previous activities. I am their leader. Their messiah to deliver humanity from the tyranny of the machines. There is only one thought recurring in my head.
I am not John Connor.
I watched him die. My name is Marcus.
They are none the wiser as I continue towards command. I was a man, who became a machine. Now I have assumed the role of John Connor. Without him there is no hope for humanity. I can't bear that though. No, this is my second chance.
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A/N: I decided to continue. Let me know what you think. Thanks!