I had a hard time with this one. I think I could never get things to flow just right.

But I hope it's not to complicated ;)

A Life Never Known

"Allison Young!?"

"Cameron Connor!?"

A teenage boy questioned running people as they tried to escape the embattled navel ship. The boy only sixteen had disobeyed orders that came straight from the leader of the world wide resistance and had boarded the vessel that to his knowledge held his mother captive.

"Allison young!!?" the young resistance soldier shouted over the crowd he was moving against, But no one stopped or acknowledged the name.

The young fighter passed steel cage after steel cage freeing captives. But none knew or had heard of Cameron Connor or an Allison Young.

A sense of desperation took the young private as searched the crowd for a thirty year old woman with beautiful brown eyes and a picture perfect posture.

Suddenly the deck began to shake in a rhythm. Ryan turned quickly to see the source.

"Oh shit!" the teen cursed as a T-600 charged toward him in a full sprint (he was the only armed human in the large crowd)

He took off, observing the area.

There were several cages in rows along the wall with chains connected to them.

Going for higher ground Ryan jumped and climbed onto one of the empty cages in one smooth motion. Once on top Ryan hammered the 600 with several slugs from the battered stolen family shotgun, though a relic in its own right the weapon sent the terminator backwards. However all of it was shock value for the force of the blast did little to harm the Hulk.

Ryan looked at his surroundings and noticed a lever that connected to the chain system. Looking up he noticed that there was trap doors that lead to the hanger deck. Suddenly a plan formed in the young soldiers mind.

Unable to shake the Fighter from the cage, the 600 moved to pursue by climbing the cell as his enemy had. The Terminator grabbed a hold of the top and pushed it's self up on to the top. Standing at full height the machine sized up its young opponent. Ryan raked and fired another round from the dented shotgun. The 600 threw its head back from the blast before readjusting it back. The Terminator advanced menacingly on the young hero who looked like he was counting.

Then with in a step of its goal, Ryan did an acrobatic flip off the cage. Landing on his feet Ryan kicked the lever to the pulley system. The Terminator felt a thud before the cage barreled strait into the ceiling.

The Terminator's head flew from its crushed body landing on the floor in front of a smug Ryan.

"All made possible by three generations of ballerinas and Grams lucky shotgun." Ryan panted for a second before kissing the weapon.

A turn in Ryan stomach snapped his head toward a doorway were a familiar silhouette watched him.

"…mom? …MOM!" Ryan Called toward the silhouette, but the figure eased into the darkness and disappeared.

"Dammit, MOM! It's me, Ryan!" he yelled in pursuit down the long dark Corridor.

***

Ryan bolted into the up right position looking wildly around to find himself on a sleeping mat with a field of stars above him.

"She's not here." Sarah's voice called from behind him. Ryan turned his head to the side to find Sarah sitting on the mat just inches behind him. Ryan felt a twinge of embarrassment to find that he had been asleep with his head in her lap.

"…Who?" Ryan asked getting his bearings.

"Your mom…Cameron" Sarah pieced out not sure how to say it.

"You know?" Ryan said with a sigh.

"Hard to miss." Sarah responded. "And how long did you…?" Sarah asked stopping short.

"Almost immediately, I carried your picture for a very long time. Dad use to say it had magic in it." Ryan answered with a fond smile that made Sarah feel warm inside at the sentiment.

Ryan stared miserably at the surroundings. Sarah had placed them in the weird pumpkin patch with the mat near one of the prize pumpkins.

"It's called indoors, you know." Ryan said sarcastically gesturing toward the buildings. Sarah gave him an incredulous look.

"It's called, I didn't want to move you too far because of the blood loss, you know." Sarah shot back.

"You weren't wrong." Ryan looked at the tightly wrapped white bandage around his hand and fingers.

"I wasn't sure what to do with the other?" Sarah nodded to his left hand. Ryan looked to find left also bandaged.

"Will it…grow back?" Sarah asked staring at his left.

"The skin and meat?" Ryan clarified.

"Yeah."

"No, I think I other need to find a tissue press or a glove." Ryan said with a sigh flexing the cybernetic hand.

"How much is there? I mean cybernetics?" Sarah asked leaning into a pumpkin as a back rest.

"My left arm up to my elbow, and my right eye." Ryan answered wincing as he flexed his right fingers. "Speaking of Weird did you ever find out what all this is about?" Ryan asked opening his palm as to gesture to everything.

"They say that its Skynet built, they called it a …lobster tank?" Sarah finished with a shrug.

"Oohh…I see." Ryan said looking around understanding what she meant. Sarah gave him a "waiting on the answer" look. "Lobster tank is a place were prisoners live sort of like a …what's the old expression?" Ryan said lost in thought.

"Cattle pasture." Sarah finished bitterly.

"Yep, that's it." Ryan said with a sigh.

There was a silence that hung over the two as Sarah processed things.

As the silence past Sarah gave several thoughtful looks Ryan's way.

"You're wondering how a machine can have a baby." Ryan stated. "You're just thinking of a way how to ask?" Ryan finished with a smug smile.

Sarah glanced up at him with a smile of her own.

"I've seen Dad give me that look when I went out on my first mission as an enlisted soldier" Ryan said with a laugh.

"So…how?" Sarah started with a look of confusion.

"The TOK 715 is an advanced prototype its main application is infiltration, Long term infiltration. It's designed as a last resort almost like Skynet's secret weapon. Made to be John Connors mate and lover it will sit with him throughout the war and when the time is right … "Ryan explained.

"It's a sleeper then?" Sarah asked

"Yeah" Ryan shook his head.

"But what does that have to do…?" Sarah started

Part of the design is to make sure that there is no chance for detection during years of undercover assignment. So it's outfitted with certain features." Ryan hung on the last words trying to push across his point.

"Reproductive features, like eggs?" Sarah said shaking her head in disbelief.

"Yeah among other things…" Ryan finished finding the pumpkin across from Sarah and lounging against it.

"So your real mother is ….?" Sarah asked confused.

"A beautiful teenage girl named Allison Young who was slaughtered because of a time paradox." Ryan gritted angrily.

Sarah gave him a deeply sad and guilt ridden look.

"You're not the first Connor born from a paradox." Sarah said sorrowfully.

There was heavy silence again.

"Hey, there is a difference. Kyle loved you …more then you'll ever know, he gave his life for you without hesitation. Allison… had no Idea why they wanted her or why she was experimented on like some god damn animal." Ryan's voice was became growled like crushed gravel. "She never knew love or happiness or what it was like to have someone who loved her unconditionally. All she knew was pain, sorrow and a name…John Connor." Ryan grew silent.

"You said Cameron killed Allison that she did this to you." Sarah observed quietly staring at Ryan who was mastering his composer.

"It was a the TOK but it wasn't Mom, at least not my mother." Ryan sighed coming back to his senses.

***

The lights were dimmed in the rusty and dank bawls of the decrepit Air craft carrier.

The sound of a stupidly brave young private Phillips's feet thudded quietly down the stairs to the rusting and dank smelling engine room of the rumbling ship.

The sounds of screaming and gunfire echoed through the lower levels unnerved the teenager, compelling him to bring his outdated and stolen Remington shotgun into a ready position as he stepped off the case and into the engine room.

A moving object by a Massive engine turbine long neglected caught the corner of his puerperal causing him to point the scraped and dented gun in its general direction.

"Mom?" the boy called amongst the shrieking sound of ancient metal tearing above.

Ryan pressed on without fear till he reached the middle of the room surrounded by engine turbines.

"It's stalking you, Connor" a thick Scottish accent called to the young soldier in the dark.

"I knew you where behind this Weaver." Ryan called unsurprised with pure hatred laden in his voice.

"I did not plan this but I do find it amusing that you got yourself in such a position." Weaver's voice echoed through the rusted metallic setting.

"Where is she!?" Ryan demanded angrily continuing to pace his way deeper into the engine room.

"Your mother is a lot closer then you think, in fact I might watch out for her." Weaver said in monotone.

"Why don't you come out and fight me you Terminator Bitch!" Ryan called stopping.

"I'd watch who's calling who a bitch. Your Father was not skilled enough to stop me from taking your mother what makes you think your feeble fighting skills are any more of a match for me." Weaver lectured coldly. with that Ryan heard a whoosh and a slithering sound. He stayed quiet listening for several beets before continuing.

Ryan left the engine room and into another dark corridor. The twisting of metal caused Ryan to place his back to the wall and examine the floor and ceiling, but there was no bump or thick surface under his motorcycle boots. No liquid metal.

The sound of a scraping chair in one of the rooms caught Ryan's attention quickly he stormed toward the door.

He felt his adrenaline rush as a familiar voice called out "you already have."

Ryan was about to open the door when it flew off its hinges knocking him over.

Ryan shook his head racking the shotgun and pointing it at the figure standing over him.

A girl not over the age of seventeen looked over him with cold indifference tilting her head to the side.

"Mom?" Ryan said with disbelief.

The Terminators eyes glew Red.

"No"

***

"Where's the Endo?" Ryan asked fighting the memory away.

"Back at the malt shop." Sarah answered. Ryan stood up gathering the gear and slipping on his faithful leather jacket lying in Sarah's lap, and began to walk back toward the malt shop Sarah followed.

Both walked side by side in silence making there way down the street. Every once in a while Sarah check to see if he was okay. Ryan said nothing gave no hint of emotion, straight posture, deliberate steps. Sarah wouldn't say it but he looked more like his mother in that moment then he would ever know.

In the middle of the street was a mini campsite where those captured by the machines where huddled by a make shift fire. When Ryan and Sarah appeared they all stood at attention.

"Colonel" one of the soldiers addressed.

"No Captain" Ryan said giving the soldier a puzzled look.

"Is Sergeant Washington still on guard duty?" Sarah asked a young woman in fatigues cutting in.

"Yes ma'am" the girl answered quickly.

"Good at ease then." Sarah said sternly they went back to sitting by the fire. Ryan gave a humored look.

"Colonel?" Ryan asked

"It's the jacket, officer's stripes." Sarah pointed to the sleeves. "Why is there a penalty for impersonating an officer?" Sarah asked as they walked away

"Not if your better then the real one." Ryan smiled as they entered the malt shop.

The shop was dark with only the jubox light on in the empty restaurant.

There on the bar counter laid a disconnected Cameron her eyes closed. Just like Sarah had left her.

Sarah had never thought of it but in the dim light of the empty malt shop and the way Cameron looked in the dress it reminded her of Sleeping Beauty.

Sarah watched as Ryan's hand traced the tattered silk of her skirt. He shook his head in disgust. "It's her wedding dress." Ryan said with venom.

"Her what?" Sarah asked.

"When mom was kidnapped her thing were taken. Her most personal things, The Purple leather jacket, and this." Ryan said lifting the skirt slightly.

"Then this is …Cameron then?" Sarah asked walking a little closer.

"No, it's not. Someone must have programmed this one with a certain memory." Ryan shook his head as he picked at sequence on the abdomen of the dress lost in thought.

"How do you know?" Sarah asked fixing her emerald eyes with a glare. Just then one of the soldiers appeared in the front.

"Cause I have her right eye and left arm." Ryan said in passing meeting the soldier.

Sarah turned back to Cameron looking at her motionless form.

She pondered what John was like on his wedding day. If he thought about what it meant marrying something not human or if he didn't even care.

"Don't worry sergeant I take it tonight." Ryan said out loud. The sergeant nodded handing him back his plasma rifle and walked away to the campsite.

"You'll take what?" Sarah asked with her back toward him.

"Guard duty by the river tonight." Ryan sighed checking the plasma rifle.

"I guess I come with you." Sarah said turning around to face him.

"Why?" Ryan snorted grabbing some supplies off one of the tables.

"Do I have anywhere else to be?" Sarah gestured slightly with her hands.

"Yeah, how bout somewhere safe. You're still a mission priority." Ryan said stuffing the last of the messenger bag with supplies. Sarah walked up to him taking the bag out of his hand.

"No one is ever safe." Sarah said directly before walking out the door.

Ryan looked over at Cameron's lifeless form.

"I guess your right." Ryan said sadly before walking after Sarah.

Like I said in the beginning I hope this on didn't lose anyone

If you have questions about the chapter I'll pm you or addresses it in the next chapter.

Foot Notes

Ryan in the flash backs I wrote as an arrogant guy he sort of has the Captain Kirk attitude of there is no fight I can't win (Teenagers). His fearlessness is sort of uncharacteristic of a Connor and I like to think that the arrogance comes from Allison's side of the family.

So now we know who the Metal monster is and who took Cameron but why…stay tuned.

The town still has some significance but more on that later.