So hey, I'm gonna have to say sorry for chapter one sucking. LOL
I know it wasn't that great so thank you for sticking with the story so far.
Fireside
Sarah Sighed heavily as she entered her tent. Ten grueling hours of patrolling for Communist government soldiers in the jungle was by far one of the most dangerous jobs she has ever had that was for sure.
She sat her gear down on the floor and striped off any other clothing that blocked her from receiving the rare cooling breeze of the jungle. Just as Sarah turned around to begin dinner the sound of little feet made its way into the tent.
"Mommy, Mommy look what I!! …" the sound of an enthusiastic little four year old called out toward her but was cut off.
"Not now John…count to ten" Sarah said sternly as she began to build a fire for the quickly approaching evening.
"Mom, I got something to tell…" john argued back desperately
"John!! TEN NOW" Sarah snapped at the small child. she swore she could almost hear the boy's embarrassment of being yelled at.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10" little John resided quietly rubbing his eyes slightly to hide the tears forming. Sarah turned her head slightly to get a look at John. she felt sudden and immediate guilt as she saw the small puffy eyes of the little boy staring dejectedly at an old beat up book in his hands with the title The Wizard of OZ in Spanish.
Sarah finished building the fire cleaning her hands on her pants, she walked over behind John. Sitting behind him she spread her legs so john was sitting between them. Then she wrapped him in a hug pulling him close to her.
"Hey, I'm sorry for snapping at you" Sarah looked at john from the side. The boy only smiled at her with puppy dog eyes.
"Meh It's nothing to cry about" John said confidence retuned to his chubby face. Sarah just laughed shaking her head, kissing him on the forehead.
***
Sarah woke up slowly from her unconsciousness. She felt comfortably warm like someone had been holding her in her sleep. she felt a sleeping mat under her and a leather Jacket under her head for a pillow. She heard a crackle and a voice.
"Home plate come in over"
"We're receiving you Phillips, report" Sarah could tell that the voices was female and coming from a radio.
"Operation Angel Wing is a bust; the strike team has been wiped out, and captives executed"
"How many survivors Captain?"
"Two, a civilian woman and … me, that's it." The man said with a pang of sadness.
"You win some you lose some Kiddo. Be thankful you're still alive, I know I am" the female voice responded with a maternal tone of consul. The man gave a small smile at her comment.
"So hey, I could use a ride" the man said with a slight playful tone.
"Forget the way home after all these years Boy wonder?" Sarah could hear the humor in the female's voice.
"Well, It has been a while Blair" the man said with a small chuckle. The female on the radio gave a coded response that Sarah didn't understand then the radio cut heard a long sigh come from the man.
She slowly sat up and looked around. Sarah noticed they were no longer in the middle of a glen like before but at the bottom of a large rocky hill. There was a medium sized fire a few yards way from her; it also separated her and the young soldier who was sitting opposite her.
"Welcome back miss." Greeted the young soldier with a nod of recognition. Sarah nodded back then continued her survey of the area.
"Where are we?" Sarah asked looking for any signs of familiarity.
"We are 3.2 miles from where you fainted." the man addressed Sarah looking at her with interest.
"How did… did you … carry me all night?" Sarah looked at him with surprise. The man looked at her with an arrogant smile.
"I don't sleep… much anyway. No one is ever safe out here" he replied taking a swig from a canteen. Sarah shot him a puzzled look.
"Then where did you sleep?" Sarah asked fixing him with a suspicious look. The man gave her a wry smile.
"Hey my sleeping mat too" the man said brushing something off his navy blue T-shirt. Sarah gave him a murderous look.
"Oh, don't worry I didn't do anything just shared body heat that's all" the man waved her off none succulently. Sarah toned it down to just a glare but she still looked plenty pissed. But for some reason the way the kid carried himself reminded Sarah of John.
"What's you name?" Sarah asked
"Phillips, Ryan Phillips Captain 112th Tech Com" the man answered raising the canteen in a Toasting manner.
"Sarah, Sarah Connor" she responded absently fingering the leather jacket she had been using as a pillow. The jacket was brown leather, soft and well used. It had a thick red sash tied to one of the sleeves elbows and a patch with a broadsword with falcon wings by its side sewn on to the opposite sleeve.
"So what's your story Connor?" Ryan asked suddenly with great interest. "Cause when I found you, you had barely any clothes on. You are also by far the cleanest person I have met in along time. Last and most importantly you look to be thirty two, thirty one and you don't seem to have a scar on you." He stared at her with a hint of curiosity. Sarah scoffed at the statement
"I have plenty of scars, Trust me" Sarah responded with a "you have no idea" face. Sarah slightly unzipping the Bomber jacket exposing her bare shoulder to show him the mark were the T-1000 stabbed her. However Sarah was shocked to see that the horrible wound that took years to heal was no longer there. Sarah immediately put her hand under the jacket feeling her bare back for another scar given by the liquid metal's Bladed arm. It was also not there.
"What the hell is going on!!?" Sarah screamed in her head as she removed her hand from under the jacket. She gave a small panicked look toward Ryan who was staring with interest at her reaction.
"If he thinks I'm metal that's the end of me" Sarah thought quickly.
"Huh, Guess they healed" Sarah covered quickly looking the young man over trying to find something to deflect the conversation. She looked at his face trying to find something.
He had mocca brown eyes, which reminded Sarah of something or rather someone she could not put her finger on. He had light stubble that reminded Sarah of Kyle's a little bit. But what got Sarah's attention was a gruesome thin facial scar that marred his other wise handsome face. The scar ran across his right eye and ended in a V shape on his cheek.
"That's a pretty good scar" Sarah commented turning the attention away from her and right at him. "Machine?" She asked with fax interest hoping that it will derail his train of thought..
The young man turned his head away from her toward the fire as if conflicted about what to answer. There was a pause before he spoke.
"Yeah, Machine" the man answered looking up at her sadly as if he was coming to a hard realization. There was a pause in the conversation afterwards. Both turned there attention back to the dancing flames of the slowly dying fire trying to figure out the problems plaguing both individuals.
"Think, Sarah, think TDE got to be the only answer I can think of that might explain how I got here. But what about my scars there gone, but how? … Oh god, John, where is John!!" Sarah turned white as it was the first time she had seriously thought of John since she woke up in 2029. She turned her head toward the soldier about to ask about John when she stopped herself. "He's already suspicious of me if I ask about John Connor then I'm just asking to get blasted." Sarah's thoughts were interrupted by a duffle bag landing on her lap.
"Here, there are some of my extras in there including socks and boots. We got a lot of ground to cover today before we reach the extraction coordinates, so hurry up." Ryan said walking toward her. He grabbed and put on the leather jacket Sarah had been holding and began to pack up the sleeping mat. Sarah got up and moved toward a large rock that was several yards away from there campsite. Once behind it she opened the bag.
The inside of the bag smelled like foot powder and granola which made Sarah's sense of smell cringe. In the bag was a pair of combat boots which was caked with sand, and A grey tank top wrapped in a fur lined, Leather flack Jacket with the same patch on the sleeve as the one on Ryan's jacket.
Sarah unzipped the bomber jacket dropping it to the ground. For the first time Sarah examined herself since waking up. Her entire upper body was completely unmarked. No scars or blemishes, it was as if Sarah's body had been treated to a spa her whole life. A cold shiver went through her a she felt her perfect smooth skin being reminded of Cameron's flawless appearance. "What's happened to me?" Sarah Thought as she began to place a shaky palm against her chest afraid of what she would feel.
"Hey, what are you doing back there, Hurry Up!" Ryan barked breaking Sarah out of her fearful trans. Sarah took a deep breath of relief as she felt her heart beating in her chest.
Sarah bent over grabbing the tank top and slipping it on it was a bit too big for her but still modest. Sarah was happy to find a pair of socks in one of the boots. After putting them on she turned her attention to the sand covered boots.
"What's with the sand on the Boots?" Sarah called from behind the rock.
"Just got back from Algeria I haven't had time to clean them" Connor shouted back at her. "You can always walk barefoot if you don't like them Tunnel rat!"
Sarah scowled as she put them on. After tying the laces she pulled out the Flack Jacket and in a show of defiance at being called a "tunnel rat" she tossed the duffle bag over the rock hitting the soldier in the head to which he grinned cheekily.
A small rectangular piece of paper slowly floated down from the sky. Sarah caught it as it slowly danced in the cool wind of the early morning. "Huh, must be from the duffle." Sarah thought as she placed it in between her teeth as she pulled on the jacket. Once it was on she pulled the paper out of her teeth and looked at it as she turned to walk from the rock. It had a date that had faded writing on it, 12/24/14. She studied the faded white back ground a moment before she turned the piece of paper over which it reveled a photograph. Sarah let out a surprised gasp "John!"
The first light of dawn revealed a picture of a smiling John Connor in the exact flak jacket Sarah was in now, who was sitting on a car hood with his arm lovingly placed around a smiling Cameron who was dressed in fatigues. But what shocked Sarah more was the appearance of a smiling chubby 4 years old boy sitting on Cameron's lap with familiar Brown eyes and Sarah's moppy raven hair.
"Hey, you ready to go or what?" Ryan asked beyond annoyed coming behind the rock. Sarah looked up from the picture at him.
That's when she saw it, he had Cameron's Brown eyes, Sarah's raven hair; Johns bone structure, and stubble.
"What?" Ryan asked with a look of suspension.
Heh I told you there would be Jameron
Okay so ... to all Jameron fans Sarah is still the main focus of the story. So most Jameron will be told through childhood storys of Ryan.
Okay there were hints through the chapter at Ryans paternity. His last name, His comments about sleep and safety, and his attachment to his Leather jacket. Anyone who watched salvation will most likely have called it with the flack jacket.
I know Alot of people are asking "Where is badass Sarah?" well she is there it's just that Sarah is a contemporary girl. this is the future so while sarah will not run from a fight she might not know what is going on.