Hmmm.I would like some ice cream. Well.here's the story. Disclaimer- I do not own terminator. But I have seen T23D and I thought it was so brilliant, I bought myself a terminator dog tag with my name on it ^-
^. Well, sorry it's taken so long, I've been very laaaaaaaaaaaaaazzeeeeeeee recently, and so on...no seriously, I was poorly and busy and so on- and I'm going to Spain on Saturday! *Waves Banner* And while I'm lounging near
the pool I will most likely be writing notes for the next
chapter...enjoy...

S.A.I.N.T.

"Now that I know what I am without, you can't just leave me here,
Breathe into me and make me real-
Bring me to life," -Evanescence, Bring Me to Life.

What was it? She tried to focus her eyes. She tried to make out the blurry, dark objects, and make sense of the din around her. She was pressed against something warm and soft. She paused and finally, everything became clear.

She was on the back of a motorcycle. She had her arms thrown around something- the driver's waist. The noise was the engine as the motorcycle ripped though darkness. All she could make out from the person was a curtain of black hair being swept back. She pressed herself to the driver. She felt safe with him. He was okay.

"It's okay, Kez!" a male voice shouted back. It was the man she was hugging. "You hear me, Kez? We Garcia's stick together. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you!"

She smiled and rested her head on his back. "I know you won't."

Just as she was starting to feel safe and at peace, she woke up. She was lying on a cold table, and people in white coats hovered above her- doctors. She jumped up and screamed. The doctors backed away, alarmed.

"Where am I?" she demanded, looking around frantically. She was no longer naked, but covered by a pinkish smock, a hospital gown. One of the doctors approached. She glared at him, eyes wide. "Where am I?" she repeated.

"You're on the hospital wing at Habitat," he said. "Now get back on the table, we haven't finished treating your wounds."

She looked down, and saw her right hand had been bandaged. She hesitated, not sure if she could trust this doctor. She noticed some movement, and saw a man with a gun approaching her. She grabbed a discarded scalpel and backed away into a corner.

"Keep away from me," she warned, holding the scalpel out. The man continued to approach. She huddled in the corner, knowing that her feeble little blade would be nothing against that gun he was cradling. He stepped up closer.

"Keep back!" she screamed, sinking to the floor. She dropped the scalpel and covered her face in her hands. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

"HEY!" There was a shout, and she heard quick, heavy footsteps. "Back away, leave her alone!"

"Who are you?"

"Lieutenant Takahashi! Back off, let me deal with this."

She felt strong, gentle hands on her shoulders and she gasped. She pulled her hands away from her face and stared up at into the handsome face of the man who had been in that...lab that she had woken up in.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She didn't answer. She had no idea why, but she threw her arms around him in a hug. His arms rubbed against her back and she relaxed in his embrace. He stood up, lifting her as he did so. He rested his chin on her head and let her hug him.

"The doctors won't hurt you," he said after a moment.

She looked over the lieutenant's shoulder and boldly glared at the soldier who had frightened her. "What about him?"

The lieutenant looked back over his shoulder. "He won't hurt you. I promise, Saint. I wouldn't let them." He kissed her forehead gently and she sighed. She felt like a small child being cuddled by her dad. He took her hand. "Come on. Let the doctors finish up on you. You know, you were shot twice, stabbed in the back and in the hand."

He led her back to the table, and she climbed up to lay down on it. She still felt awkward around all these doctors. But she saw the lieutenant, and she knew she was safe. The doctor who had tried to approach her before came near, holding a syringe. She felt a pang of fear but the doctor saw her face and smiled. "This is just morphine," he said. "It seems you're quite resistant to anaesthetic." She laid her head back, and waited for the prick of the needle. The lieutenant smiled at her.

"I've gotta go," he said. "I'll see you later."

She nodded, solemnly. And when he was gone, she closed her eyes, and feeling no pain, allowed herself to slip away into sleep again.

*** *** ***

Rikishi walked into the small lounge where Sarah and John were talking to a technician.

"I had her x-rayed immediately," the technician said, "because of what you said happened to her hand when she was stabbed. The x-rays showed a metallic object inside her hand, which seemed to be connected to her brain. That was the first thing we saw to- we couldn't yank it out, because we had no idea what damage we could cause to her." At this Sarah made a derisive noise, and Rikishi shot a death glance at her.

The technician continued. "Well, we did remove it, after tying up the wires- and here it is." He held up a small, metal plate, about the size of a cigarette lighter. "It's a program board."

John lifted an eyebrow. "A program board? Is that possible- she's a neurone transformer 'borg. I thought she couldn't be programmed like a computer?"

The technician nodded. "But the human mind is a computer also- the most complex of all, but still..." He looked at the plate. "I suppose that when she first woke up, she was working on the program board, but then Captain Connor damaged it when she stabbed the cyborg."

"The cyborg has a name," Rikishi growled.

"Not one that we know of," Sarah muttered. "What, you're still calling her 'Saint?'"

Rikishi made an impatient noise and sat down. "She's not a machine. She's a human being- that just happens to have fallen victim to some bastard's Frankenstein game." He leaned back heavily. "You know, she woke up a few minutes ago, and she got scared. She grabbed a scalpel to defend herself. But she wouldn't attack the guy who scared her. She's not a killing machine."

John stood up. "I don't know what to think yet, and I won't know until I get a chance to talk to this woman."

Rikishi looked at him. "What...what..."

John turned to him. "Rikishi, if what you say is true, you don't have to worry for her. But this has to be done." He turned back to the technician. "Do you know when she'll be out of the hospital ward?"

The technician shrugged. "I'm no doctor."

John shrugged. "Okay, I'll go and see her in a little while." He started out the room, but stopped at the door. He turned and smiled. "By the way- good job, Mom. Rikishi." He left and Rikishi was left with Sarah and the technician.

*** *** ***

Images of a black-haired man and a motorcycle faded, and she woke up again. This time, she was in a bed, and a nurse stood nearby, doing something. She felt a dull throb in her hand, and also in several places on her back. She made a groaning noise as she tried to sit up, a searing pain radiating from her shoulder blade. The nurse heard and turned around.

"Settle down," she said. "You've got some nasty injuries."

"What.what were they?" Saint asked. She had forgotten.

"You had two bullet wounds in your back, a stab wound on your shoulder blade, and also on your hand," the nurse told her. Saint scratched her head. When she had 'woken up' to find those two soldiers standing over her, she had noticed that she was bleeding, and had even acknowledged physical pain, but it had been dull. She knew she didn't know a lot of anything, but she did know that being shot and stabbed in the back was not exactly a good thing.

"Err, could you get someone, for me?" she asked the nurse shyly. "That Lieutenant who came in when I woke up. I can't remember his name.do you think could you ask him to come here?"

The nurse nodded and left the room. Saint sat back and rested her eyes. Where was she anyway? She didn't know 'Habitat' although for some really weird reason, it sounded familiar. She lifted her injured hand, still wrapped in bandages and pondered for a moment. At that moment, the door opened, and her lieutenant walked in.

"Hi," he said a shy smile on his face. "Are you feeling better?"

She nodded and she noticed two other men followed him in. One was a friendly-looking man in the same uniform, and the other was an armed man wearing a leather bike jacket and a pair of shades. She felt like she recognised him, and her mouth began to move before she could even begin to wonder where she had seen this man before.

"T-800," she said simply. Taken aback by herself, she clasped her hands over her mouth.

The other man looked surprised. "How did you know that?"

She rubbed her head. "I don't know. Something in me...part of me just wanted to say that." She looked up at the guy in shades and added: "I'm assuming he's a terminator, like me?"

He nodded. She looked away. Her eyes met the lieutenant's. "Err, I never caught your name," she said shyly.

"Rikishi," he said warmly.

The other man approached. "Saint, I'm Commander John Connor. You are at Habitat, a facility where humans have been living for many years now. I have no desire to hurt you in any way, but if it comes down that you are a threat to us, we will have to get rid of you." He said all this in a very serious, yet solemn tone. Saint listened to his words, and despite the negativity and seriousness of his words, she knew that he was a good man, and would not hurt her.

Rikishi placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I don't believe she is a threat to us."

John nodded. "Yes, but she is very powerful- she took two bullets to her back, that probably would have killed her, as well as two stab wounds. And she did attempt to kill you and my mother."

Saint looked up, with the protesting look of a punished child. "But..., but I wouldn't- I didn't do anything!"

John shook his head. "Saint, you were programmed to kill all humans. And you tried to carry out your programming. Do you remember the pain in your hand?"

She nodded, unconsciously rubbing her injured hand.

"There was a program board connected to your brain, inside your palm. You attacked Rikishi, here, and the other soldier- Captain Connor- stabbed your hand, pinning it to the wall. At that moment, the program was destroyed, and your own individual consciousness was asserted. In English, you-"

"Returned to normal," Saint finished. "But I haven't. If I had, I would know who I was... and why..." She paused to choke back a sob. "Why was this done to me? Why? What was different about me that meant that I deserved to have this happen? Who wanted to do this?" She broke down into tears, knowing that these men did not have the answers she wanted, no, needed. She felt strong arms around her, and she knew it was Rikishi. She leaned on him and relaxed in his embrace.

"We might have a part of an answer to your question," John said after Saint had relaxed. "We found some of your medical files... well, Captain Connor did, and it seems quite likely that you were a fraternal twin."

Saint lifted her head. "What?"

"It's only a possibility. But sometimes, twins are often used for experiments. Normally, identical twins, but sometimes, you'll find that beggars can't be choosers. We're trying to find out everything we can from your medical files, and then hopefully, we maybe able to find out who you are." John smiled at her. "I think you're genuinely unaware of what's happened to you. But there may be some who will not accept you straight away. So I suggest you stay with Rikishi."

She looked up at John. "So...so I can stay?"

John nodded and smiled. "Of course."

She leapt forward and hugged him. He seemed quite surprised and the terminator behind him seemed to tense, but then relaxed. John gave her a pat on the shoulder. She pulled back, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you."

John stood up and smiled. "Rikishi, would you minded if she stayed at your apartment?"

Rikishi smiled. "Of course I wouldn't. It'd be my pleasure."

John gave him a grateful smile and turned to leave. The terminator gave an acknowledging nod, and followed. Rikishi took Saint's hand. She smiled at him, and felt a strange, warm feeling in her chest as she met his gaze. "You don't mind me staying with you, do you?" she asked.

He smiled and shook his head. "I like you, already, Saint. I hate to sound patronising, but when I saw you in the tank...before you woke up... I knew. I knew that I had to look after you." She felt a blush and hugged herself. He smiled again and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "I'm new here too, so we're both in the same boat."

She grinned. "Cool. I'd hate to feel like the new-kid or something. But I guess it'll be more like the new serial killer."

Rikishi snorted. "You haven't killed anyone. There's nothing to be worried about. If people have a problem with you, just ignore them."

"Thanks." She swivelled on the bed. "So, err, when can I get out of this ward?"

Rikishi looked around. "I'll ask a nurse. You feel better already? You were shot twice in the back."

She shrugged. "Yeah...I guess being a terminator has its upsides. I don't feel much pain in my back at all. Not now, anyway..." She heard footsteps and lifted her head. A woman in the fatigue uniform had walked in...and Saint had seen her before.

Saint leapt to her feet. She hid behind Rikishi, and peered over his shoulder. The woman gave a sigh and shot an insolent look at her. Saint scowled.

"Don't look at me like that, terminator," the woman growled. "I have you figured out."

"What?"

"Get out of here, Sarah!" Rikishi yelled suddenly, the unexpected loudness in his voice actually making Saint jump a little.

Sarah ignored him. "I should've killed you back at the lab! I know you're just playing dumb."

Saint felt her eyes stinging with the threat of tears. "How...could you say that? I don't want to hurt anyone!"

"Ass!"

Rikishi stood up and approached Sarah in a threatening manner. "I told you to leave her alone! This is a hospital ward, not an interrogation room. Now get out before I tell John what you've been doing. He trusts Saint- you should too!"

Sarah and Rikishi squared each other up for a moment, but after a few tense seconds, it seemed that Rikishi had won the staring contest. Sarah turned and left in a huff. Rikishi exhaled heavily and turned back to Saint. "I'm so sorry," he told her. "She's such a bitch."

Saint shrugged her shoulders. "Well...after being attacked by me, I guess I can't blame her."

Rikishi turned to her. "Saint, you tried to throttle me twice. Do you see me flinch every time you move?"

Saint felt a horrible guilt wash over her. "I...did that to you...?"

Rikishi smiled. "Don't sweat it. I'm not holding anything against you. I trust you."

She blushed; she could feel the warmth in her cheeks. "That...that really means a lot to me, Rikishi. Thank you."

He moved off to find a nurse. Saint wrung her hands, and stared down at her injured hand. Just because of something...a piece of machine in her hand...she had tried to hurt people. Perplexed, and still a little confused, she waited.

*** *** ***

The doctors were happy to let Saint go to Rikishi's apartment. It got the security out of their way, and she seemed healthy enough. One of the nurses leant Saint some clothes, and after she was dressed, she was sent up to join Rikishi.

She blushed as soon as he opened the door. She was wearing a rather low neckline shirt, and a pair of tight jeans. She clamped her arms over her chest and he laughed. "What's the matter?"

"I feel kind of embarrassed," she muttered.

"Why? I've seen you without your clothes, you know," Rikishi said dimly. Saint blushed even more, her cheeks burning from the shame. This time, however, Rikishi turned red as well. "Sorry. That wasn't exactly the most brilliant line."

"Nope, not really."

Rikishi stepped aside so she could enter the apartment. She sat down on a couch, trying to pull her top up higher, looking quite ashamed. He walked off into his kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink?" he asked.

Saint lifted her head. "I don't know...erm.tea?"

"Sure." Rikishi put a kettle on and continued doing something in the kitchen. Making his dinner, no doubt. After a few minutes, the kettle boiled, and Rikishi sauntered over with a mug, which he gave to Saint. She took a sip. "Thanks."

"S'alright. I'm making some noodles and soup for dinner. I hope you don't mind."

"No, of course not." She had no idea if she liked noodles and soup, but she felt that complaining would be inappropriate. She wrung her hands and looked around the room. It was still very plain, but Rikishi said he had only just arrived, so that made sense. It was a light creamy colour, and there was a TV, and this cute little couch. There was another room that she assumed was the bedroom. It seemed quite cosy.

Rikishi came and sat next to her. "You want to watch some TV?"

She shrugged. "I guess." He picked up the remote and turned it on. Saint didn't recognise any of the images that flashed across the screen. She lay back and her head touched Rikishi's chest. Embarrassed, she moved away. He smiled at her.

"You can snuggle up if you wanted," he said.

She lay back again, and he put an arm around her. She suddenly went rigid and he moved away. "Is there something wrong?"

She shook her head. "I have no idea...I'm sorry..." She put her face in her hands. "I don't know...I don't know..." She got up and started for the door. Rikishi stood up and ran to the door to stop her.

"Saint, it'd be best if you stayed here," he told her.

She shook her head. "No." Her hand latched onto the door handle. He took her arm and she spun around to throw him off.

WHUMPH! He flew into the opposite wall heavily. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Rikishi massaged his head. "Jesus, what was the number on that truck?" he muttered. He climbed to his feet and Saint started crying.

-FLASH-

"Hang on Kez! I'm getting you out of here!"

"NO! JET! JET! LOOK OUT!"

-FLASH-

A very cute boy with blonde hair. She throws her arms around him. "Hey, Orlando."

"Hey, Kez. Whats up?"

-FLASH-

"JET! NOOOOOOOOOO!"

A tree rose out of the darkness and then-

Saint collapsed onto the floor in tears. The faces were still there. The blonde boy, the black haired boy on his motorcycle...why...who...all she could remember was the blood and pain when the tree had come from no where...

She lifted her head. Rikishi was rubbing his back, looking a little wary of her. "I'm so, so sorry, Rikishi," she whispered. She had hurt him, and all she had wanted to do was get him away...was she that dangerous?

"Hey, it's okay," he groaned. But she could see he was still alarmed.

"No it isn't." She brushed her hair out of her eyes. "You've been trying to defend me ever since you found me, and let it be known that I'm not dangerous, yet I have thrown you across the room without effort. You call that safe? I can't be near humans like this!"

"Saint!" he snapped. "That was an accident!"

"Yes, I know!" she snapped back, shocked by the ferocity in her own voice. "But accidents happen too easily. I could end up seriously hurting someone, by ACCIDENT!" She paused and started to breathe heavily. Rikishi opened his mouth to speak and she raised a hand to cut him off. "No! No. Sarah was right."

"The day Sarah is right about that is the day that eagles come flying out of my ass!" he yelled.

Saint was stunned. She was still crying. She wiped her eyes with the heal of her hand. "I wish I had your confidence, Rikishi. But I think...I think I have more then one problem..." She took a deep breath. "Rikishi, I think I'm going insane. I've been...been alive for maybe a day and I'm already losing it."

"What?"

She didn't cry but she flopped onto the sofa again, feeling all her energy flow away. "I keep seeing things...in my head."

Rikishi came and sat next to her. "What, exactly, do you keep seeing?"

"There was a blonde boy. He...I hug him...and there's always a black- haired boy. He rides a motorcycle... and..." The memories came flooding back- blood on bark. The boy was... "I think he hits a tree...and gets hurt..."

She couldn't stop the tears. And Rikishi couldn't embrace her. He threw his arms about her and held her to him. "Why!" she cried, her voice muffled. "Why...what are these stupid pictures in my head? What!?"

Rikishi pulled her away and she sniffed. He looked very serious. "Saint. Don't you realise what you're saying? These maybe memories!"

*** *** ***

I thought this chapter was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too soppy, and I'm sure loads of you will agree, but this part is quite vital for the rest of the story. And loads of action is on the way soon, so that should make up for all the soppy crap ^^; OOOOOOH!!! *announcer voice* Who is Jet? Who is Orlando? Who is Kez? Find out on the next episode...^-^