(Disclaimer: All Chapters of this story are the product of my own creation using the characters from the T.V. show Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles. I am making no money off it and write solely for my own entertainment)

Supernatural Series: Rinse and Repeat

Chapter 2

*BEEP*BEEP*BEE-*

*CRASH*

John smiled as he continued to lie in bed. There was something oddly satisfying about grabbing that damn clock and throwing it through a closed window.

"Three, two, one." He counted down quietly before his mother slammed open his bedroom door, shotgun in hand.

"John!?" She yelled in fright. John raised one of his arms and waived it at her to let her know he was fine. "What happened?"

"I taught my alarm clock how to fly and the stupid thing forgot to open the window on its way out."

Sarah lowered her shotgun whilst glowering at her son. "Was that really necessary?"

"Trust me; the stupid machine had it coming." He said putting emphasis on machine.

His mother easily caught the reference. "I don't think you have to worry about your alarm clock killing you, John."

"You know all around the world millions of chronic-masturbators think that same thing about their computers."

"Okay, that's just gross. I'm leaving." Sarah turned to leave but paused a moment. Looking back at her son she added. "I hope you-"

"Enjoy sleeping with a broken window. Cause I'm not paying to fix it." John finished. He had heard that line every time he threw his clock at the window. This being the fourth instance. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

When he heard the door shut he buried his face in his pillow and broke out laughing. Part of him wondered what his mother would say if he replaced "millions chronic-masturbators" with himself. Oh wait! He already knew what she would say having used that line yesterday.

Pushing up off the bed and giggling like a mad man he made a leisure stroll to his closet and grabbed some clothes. Having been stuck with the constant resets for a week now left him with little care over what clothes he wore. Leaving his room with his clothes in hand, he went through his early morning motions. He showered, tamed his hair, ate a quick breakfast, and left the house.

Today would mark a change from his usual routine though. Rather than go to school, he walked towards the town. He needed time to think and he couldn't do that with Cameron coming on to him with the subtlety of J-Day. Looking back on it, he wondered how he never noticed it in the first place. Maybe it was all the smiles and small talk, but now that he had time to review her actions he realized she ranked up there with "ex-girlfriend in denial" and "that crazy stalker bitch".

Unfortunately his thoughts of Cameron reminded him of his current situation. That being, trapped in a continuous time loop. Obviously with it being day seven, his attempts at gleaning anything from the female terminator ended in failure. She remembered just as much as his mother did, jack squat.

He tried three times and they had all ended roughly the same way. Cameron would realize her cover was blown and go into genuine terminator on him before taking him by the arm to seek out his mother. From there she would explain everything about J-Day and how they should leave. Around seven to twelve hours later, depending on how much he stalled Cameron, they would be out of New Mexico, into Texas, and John would end up right back in New Mexico come morning.

The last two days he spent trying to make it through school while ignoring Cameron's attempts at socializing. However, today would be different! He could only take doing/seeing/hearing the same crap only for so long before enough was enough. He needed change and so he chose to visit the town and see what he could find.

As he progressed deeper into the small town he had no idea why he thought this to be a good idea. It was just a little hick town. There were no major retailers or fast food chains, just family owned and operated businesses. Still, it was a change of scenery and that had to count as a good thing right?

"Hey kid!" A voice called out from behind him. Turning around John saw a cop walking up to him.

'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all…' He reconsidered.

When the cop was three feet away he stopped and gave John a hard look. "What the hell are you doing round here this time of day? Shouldn't you be in school?"

Thinking quickly John answered. "I'm home-schooled. Just moved here recently."

"Uh huh." He responded doubtfully. "Then why aren't you at home?"

"I'm running an errand for my mother."

"Got any I.D.?"

"Of course." John replied. Pulling out his wallet he handed it over to the cop. Not a fraction of a second later did he realize just how badly he fucked himself. Having spent a week in a never-ending never-changing world had caused him to forget that his alias was compromised. And based on the look he just received from the man after getting a report from the police dispatch, he wouldn't be getting out of this one.

"Hands up!" The officer demanded quickly dropping the wallet and drawing his gun. With no other option available, John complied.

From there everything went downhill. He got his Miranda Rights, a one-way trip to the police station, and his very own holding cell. He wished it ended there, but it didn't. No. He didn't get butt-plugged by some big sweaty guy named Bubba. That would have been more preferable to what came next. Being in the holding cell put him close to the main rooms of the police station, allowing him to hear everything that was happening or going to happen.

Now that the cops knew who he was and who he was most likely with; they combed through every personal file they could get their hands on trying to find where he and his mother had been staying. It didn't take them long to track down his school file and from there, their home address.

John paced up and down his cell filled with anxiety. He knew his mother; she wouldn't allow herself to be taken down easily…and definitely when she had no idea where her son was at. But there wasn't a thing he could do about it. All he could do was sit and wait...and wait…and wait.

Hours passed and he never once heard anything new about what happened outside the station. He wished he could take that as a good sign, but he knew better. If his mom wasn't in prison with him or give him any indication that she was planning to get him out, then she…

"John Connor." A deep baritone voice called from the other side of the bars thankfully cutting his thoughts short. John turned to see a tall black man wearing an expensive suit.

"You supposed to be my lawyer?" He asked.

The man gave him a dry laugh. "Hardly. My name's James Ellison. I'm with the F.B.I."

John felt something stir within him. It wasn't courage by any means of the word, but it was a mixture of anxiety, frustration, and self-hate. Standard recipe for blind-teenage-I'm invincible-stupidity. "If you're not my lawyer and you have nothing to offer, then you can kindly fuck off."

"I have news about your mother." Ellison bluntly said. John gave him a double-take. "If you wish to hear it I suggest you come with me. Or would you rather I "fuck off" until your lawyer gets here?"

John took a second to think. Nothing that had occurred today ever happened in the previous resets. He wasn't even certain if there were a limited number to those resets. Did he really want to sit and wait for tomorrow to see if everything went back to normal?

'No.' He thought. 'If its one thing I've learned, knowledge is power in this world. Whether this day resets or not it might help to learn more about what's going on.'

"Lead the way, Jimmy." John said walking up to Ellison and holding his hands out.

"Don't call me that." Ellison ordered as he cuffed the teenager.

"Whatever you say, Jimbo."

The walk to the police interrogation room was conducted in relative silence. Relative being John constantly egging Ellison, and Ellison ignoring him. When they entered the room, John walked over to the chair and took his seat.

"So, you going to tell me about my mother now that I'm here."

"No, I'm not. I have questions in need of answers first." Ellison sternly replied.

"Come now, Jamie. No need to be a spoiled sport. What's the worst you can tell me? That she's dead?" John questioned. No one knew his mother better than he did and she wouldn't be taken down by a few backwoods cops. But the grave look Ellison gave him shook his belief in that thought. "Wha-what are you looking at me like that for?"

Ellison looked to the floor. Arrogant little punk-ass or not this was a kid he was dealing with. This wasn't how he wanted to start this interrogation. Then again he didn't want to end it this way either. "At 12:37 p.m. Sarah Connor's place or residence was stormed in and she was taken out."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was taken out? Just like that? No attempts at arrest? He asked these questions aloud unknowingly.

"Your mother is considered a high-profile terrorist. Her extensive list of crimes, known associates, and list of murders makes her a dangerous individual to engage. Not to mention her mental state. Since they were storming her place of residence they couldn't risk an ideal resolution such as arrest."

"That's it!?" John asked feeling torn up inside. This was his entire fault! His mother died because of his stupidity! "That's all you have to say! Kill her because she's too dangerous!"

John abruptly stood up and flipped the table against the wall. Ellison instinctively took a step back and rested his hand on his gun. John didn't advance. "You motherfuckers! My mother was the only precious thing I had and you took her from me! I'll see to it this whole fucking planet burns for this!"

Ellison was about to call for back up to help subdue the hostile teenager when the sound of gunfire erupted throughout the police station. He turned to face the door preparing to go out and investigate, but completely forgot that the juvenile delinquent he was with was equipped with military training.

The second John saw the agents eyes were off him he made his move. A punch to the floating rib, a smack at the throat, draw the gun, and knock the agent off his feet. In less than three seconds Ellison was on the floor coughing from having the wind knocked out of him. John took a few steps back with the gun in hand. He switched the safety off and pulled the lever back making sure it was loaded.

"Friends…of yours?" Ellison wheezed out between breaths.

John didn't bother looking at him as he inspected the gun. "Maybe. It's either a protector here to save me or an assassin here to kill me. Either way it doesn't matter."

"…What are you…talking about?" The agent asked as he slowly pushed himself up.

John took a few steps further away from him. "I told you already. I'll see this planet burn." He turned his head locking eyes with the agent. "For your sake and everyone else's, you best pray all of this resets."

The last thing he saw before pointing the gun to his own head was Ellison's look of confusion before he pulled the trigger.

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*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

John quickly sat up in bed. The previous day's events fresh in his mind. Tears began to stream down from his eyes as he remembered being arrested, learning of his mother's death, and his subsequent suicide. Turning the gun on himself had been so easy, but he couldn't say why that knowledge didn't seem to bother him.

One thing was certain however. For the first time since the resets began John was glad to wake up in his room in Red Valley. Still, there was something he needed to make sure of first. Getting out of his bed he ran to his bedroom door and swung it open, startling his mother who had been just about to knock.

"Good, you're awake. Hurry up or-" Sarah was quickly cut off as her son nearly tackled her to the floor. His head was buried against her shoulder and he was crying freely. She was safe! No, not just safe, but alive! He hadn't gotten her killed! He brought her back!

"I'm so glad you're safe, momma." He quietly said unable to stop another wave of tears.

Sarah was shocked by her son's actions. Her maternal instincts quickly set in as she wrapped her arms tightly around her son. She couldn't believe he called her, momma! He hadn't called her that in years! Almost a decade now! Something had rocked him to the core. Hurt him in a way not even a thousand terminators could. Carefully she lowered them to the floor, both for his comfort and her own.

"Shh, it's ok." She soothingly said rubbing a hand up and down his back. "Tell me what happened."

And he did. He didn't care if she thought it was crazy or unreal. It had been real for him.

For the first time in many years John felt scared of the world around him and only finding comfort in the safety of his mother's arms.

(End of chapter 2)

Thanks for the reviews. I must admit I was shocked to have received so many for the first chapter all of which occurred less than a day after posting. I don't receive many reviews for Who is John Connor? But I believe it being due to the story not being AU like this one. I can't remember if I put it in my profile or not, but a lot of the inspiration for this mini-series comes from the show Supernatural.

Moving on, as I said this chapter would be a bit depressing, but from here on it will be much more fun. I needed this chapter so John could learn some important lessons for future resets. One being he can't skip school without risking serious consequences and two if he dies he will just reset things over (at least for day one since he hasn't made it to day two). Next chapter John will make it to day 2 and realize what needs to happen to progress forward as well as encounter a new problem to overcome.

For those of you keeping track this chapter ended at the start of day 8 of his resets. After the next chapter there will be longer skips between time as well as days that are only one scene long (which will make sense when you read it). This allows John to do some things that would require MASSIVE amounts of preparation.