***Hi everybody! So this is my first Terminator Fic. I watched the movie last week and absolutely loved it. Well, everything except the ending. So I did what I thought was the best thing to do, alternate ending! Yah for Marcus! Hahaha

Wow, thank you everyone who has read the story so far! Thank you people that reviewed!

-KaylaSimms1990: Glad you like it! Even I was unsure about Marcus being in John's body at first hahaha

-Spelllesswonder29: Glad you like it too! Hope you enjoy the new chapters :D

Well, here's Chapter 5! The last scene but from Marcus' POV :D Enjoy! And preetttyy please review, it's what keeps us writers going :D

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters… unfortunately.

**Marcus' POV**

I stopped in front of the room where Blair would be, took a deep breath. Everything will be fine, what's the worst that could happen? Okay she could freak out, tell me she never wanted to see me again, tell me it would just be to complicated, all of the above, o—r accept that it's still me underneath it all. I wasn't confident that that last one would come through but I guy can dream.

The door was open; I walked, technically rolled into the room quietly and spotted her. Just like Kate said, asleep on the couch. I waited for a moment just looking at her… she's gorgeous, independent, strong, determined, loving… perfect. I've known her for a week and think she's all those things plus perfect, either I'm in love… or a stalker who's not even aware of it.

My thoughts were interrupted by something changing; Blair's face had gone from calm, relaxed slumber to tensed, painful, terror. I slowly went to her side. She was moving restlessly until suddenly she just stopped, she then looked as if she was about to cry, she started mumbling but I couldn't understand her.

I hated seeing her in pain, I wanted to pick her up and take her into my arms, I might have if I wasn't so damn weak from the surgery.

I wished I knew what was going on in her head, she was mumbling more,

"Don't…" was all I could understand every few seconds, "You're not gonna die," I even thought I heard her say.

Who's she talking to in her dream? Maybe it was nightmare about something that had happened in the field or—

My thoughts were interrupted by what she was mumbling.

"Marcus…" she mumbled. Me? What would I have to do with a nightmare? "Marcus please," I could barely understand her. What's going on in her head?

Her mumbling then began speeding up again, I couldn't understand her, "… you can't be… please…" was I could decipher. What I wouldn't have gave for that super-robo-hearing now…

She was getting more restless by the second; I needed to wake her up. I only put one hand on her shoulder at first, just lightly moving her. It wasn't doing anything so I put a hand on each of her shoulders and gently shook her.

Her eyes shot open after a minute, she was panicking breathing heavily. I hadn't even realized it until know but had been sweating, shaking. Once again I had the strong urge to take her into my arms.

She then looked at me; I still had my hands on her shoulders.

"It's okay Blair, it was just a dream," I said as calmly as possible, like you would say to a child.

She then said something under her breath but I couldn't understand her. She was thinking, I could tell from the look on her face, probably going through what had happened trying to figure out was real, just as I had waking up.

She then asked, "What happened John?"

I laughed a little, very funny Blair, I thought but stopped when I saw the painful look still present on her face, she's dead serious, "Blair, it's me, Marcus. Remember?"

She closed her eyes, thinking again, "I just thought…"

I said finishing her sentence, "That it was all a nightmare?"

"Yeah," she said breathlessly.

This wasn't going in the direction I wanted it to, it was going downhill and I needed to stop before it was too late. I would all too soon that I would be "living" as John and he would be "living" as me.

I finally got the guts to break the silence, "I wanted to talk to you."

She nodded her head.

I looked at her, into her eyes getting lost immediately and forgetting whatever I had planed to say. I laughed a little, "I honestly don't know what I was gonna say though."

She laughed nervously, "I know the feeling…"

She was laughing, that was good; at least it was something semi-positive. And that's when I realized it, it was never gonna be easy for us. I get the cyborg obstacle taken away and am given an even greater one, the body of someone else. No one could love "Marcus" when Marcus was in someone else's body! Great, now I'm thinking about myself in third person…

I finally asked, "It's gonna be weird between us now isn't it?"

A—w great wording dumbass. Now it sounds like you don't like her!

She started to nod her head no but I immediately saw the resistance in her and looked away. What was I thinking! A girl like her and a con like me! Pssh, in you're dreams loverboy! "I understand, it was one thing when I was a machine, now I'm in your bosses body—"

"Wait," she said urgently.

I looked at her, with one work she could completely shut me up, now that's gift I know a lot of people would kill for, literally. I looked at her, rather she knew it or not, she was the only person I'd ever met who could so easily have complete control over me.

She was looking me over… checking me out? Hmm, maybe there was still a little bit of hope. She then stopped at my face.

"You're eyes," she said quietly, almost airy-like.

My eyes? What's so special 'bout them? "What 'bout them?"

She sat up, our eyes never leaving one another's. I was locked in, forget it. I don't care if she ends up hating my guts, seems like every girl I've known has. But this was different, she was mesmerizing.

"They're the same…" she said. She then closed her eyes, I blinked mine being let out of that momentary trance. Maybe I'm the one dreaming… She was focusing on something, thinking, she then opened her eyes once more. I never looked away from her…

I subconsciously raised my eyebrow and finally said, "Really?"

She choked up a little bit; she smiled for the first time since she had wakened up, I smiled back. I think I've smiled more at her in the last week than I have in my entire life.

She slowly reached out her hand to my face; I closed my eyes at her touch. A small feeling of hope began filling my mind as I subconsciously put my hand on hers.

Suddenly, what I felt as my last hope was shattered as I felt her hand leave my face.

I opened my eyes.

She was thinking again, very hard at the look of it. Maybe I should kiss her? I'm already going to hell, might as well take chances on shattered hopes… I almost started to do it, and then I realized, she's strong and I'm not bionic anymore. I saw the way she beat up those idiots at the racetrack our first night, I could only imagine the wrath she unleash if I kissed her when she didn't want me too…

"I should go back an—" I started, headed for the door.

"Wait," she said. Again, one word and bam! All my brainwaves switched over to Blaire-mode.

She wasn't saying anything again.

I stopped in front of her, this is it, I took a deep breath, "I needed to talk to you Blair… I know that I don't look or sound like myself, but it's still me. I'm not gonna lie, I know things won't be the same, I'd be asking a tall order for you to believe me right now but I—"

I was interrupted by her kissing me, that's right her kissing me again. I couldn't help but kiss her back as she put her hands on my face. And I thought our last kiss was good…

I put my hands on her face, it's a miracle!

She backed away, much too soon; I don't think she even realized that she was still holding my face, so I didn't let go of hers…

"Wow," I said breathlessly, the only thing I could even think to say was, "Glad I waited," I laughed lightly.

"Me too," she laughed.

She was happy, I was happy. Thank you God for this wheelchair!

"I gotta remember to thank Kate for this wheelchair," I joked.

Then I remembered a little piece of crucial information. I was John Conner now. People outside the base might find it a little suspicious when John Conner leaves his very much pregnant wife for a resistance pilot, and his wife leaves him for some cyborg nobody knows or trust. I then realized she was staring at the wheelchair… okay, first things first… "It's only for a few weeks, then I'll be on my legs again, well John's legs," I laughed nervously.

"You're okay with it?" she asked.

"The chair?" Hell yes! It's the littlest of my problems right now! "Yeah, it's not like I'm paralyzed or anything. Just not used to this yet… I understand if it's too out there for you. Hell, if I was you I would have blown out of here the minute I—"

"Marcus, you gave your life up for a man you barely knew for week, or you thought you did. You protected me when I helped you escape—"

And those were the first two good things I'd every done in my entire life! "I'm not a good person."

She smirked, "Yes you are, you just don't know it yet."