Disclaimers: I do not own any of the familiar names. I had help in making this from the Terminator Salvation movie novelization. I also took some lines from Terminator: Judgment Day.
A/N: This is my first Terminator story. I hope you enjoyed. Reviews appreciated!
Summary: [Terminator Salvation] John Connor sees the Terminator.
John Connor continued to call out Kyle Reese's name as he desperately the sea of fleeing human bodies. It didn't take that long for the freed prisoners of Skynet to leave him alone in the hall. His only concern was to fine the young man that was so important to the future of humanity.
A strange noise caught his ears. His own breathing increased at the adrenaline the surged through his body. It was then he noticed that one cell door was still closed. Kyle? He thought. He approached the door slowly, tempted to nudge it open, but instead opting to peer only to see a red haze inside.
It was then it became all the more clearer. His eyes viewed a stomach then to a chest onward to broad shoulders. The outline was definitely human looking. And when he finally looked towards the face – whatever or whomever was inside slammed the door right into him a few minute farther than before.
The dim light screamed unforeseen danger in the atmosphere. Connor groaned in pain at the sudden blow. He watched as bare feet and unclothed limbs stepped out of the cell. And to his wonder, but not surprise he saw the almost body builder man which really was a machine.
The red eyes open, flickered more a moment, and steadied as it locked on him who was clearly the intruder. It was the same relentless, invincible, unfeeling killing machine responsible for so many deaths, and near-deaths in past, present, and future. Here it was ten years too early. It was the T-800 model 101 Terminator.
Memories of long past rushed through his minds in mere seconds.
"Let me go!"
He was dropped hard on the ground.
In exasperation, "Why the hell did you do that?"
With a passive face, the other replied, "Because you told me too."
Him stopping his mother from destroying him….
"Don't kill him."
"It John. Not him. It."
Was it not long ago that he said those same words?
Being in that car…
"No, no, no, no. You gotta listen to the way people talk. You don't say "affirmative," or some shit like that. You say "no problemo." And if someone comes on to you with an attitude you say "eat me." And if you want to shine them on it's "hasta la vista, baby."
"Hasta la vista, baby."
"Yeah, but later dickwad. And if someone gets upset you say, "chill out!" Or you can do combinations."
"Chill out, dickwad."
"Great! See, you're getting it!"
The pain of sacrifice…
"I order you not to go. I order you not to go. I ORDER YOU NOT TO GO!"
With a finger the terminator wipes a tear away from him, and saying, "I know now why you cry."
"But it's something I can never do."
And then it was over. The pain of the past remained. The hope for the future went on. The will to stay in the present ruled. He could not hesistate. Despite how this terminator looked, it wasn't the one from his childhood. It wasn't the one that was like a father. It was just one that wanted to kill him.
He would not hesistate. In the heartless, brutal world of the present there was no time for indecision. Not for those who wanted to live. There was no time for him to wonder why the machine that tried to kill his mother and who later protected him when he was young was here ten years too early.
There was no more room for memories.