A/N: I know, I know, I promised long, but I realized I was getting the next chapter mixed up with the next episode. Anyway, it is longer than the last two and honestly I had to really think about what to add just to make it this long. And if I had tried to force more, then I most likely would've eventually given up and you guys would've just had to wait that much longer for a new chapter. So I hope you enjoy...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or the show.

John rushed to his mother's side, relieved that Kyle had placed pressure on the wound to stop any major blood loss. However, the blood was seeping through his fingers and John knew they'd have to do better than that. Sarah had already lost consciousness. They had to get the bullet out, and they needed to wrap the wound. They had first aid supplies in both vehicles, but he knew with all the gunfire, that the cops would have been called. They needed to leave.

"Cameron!" John called out, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

Cameron entered the room, pulling Dawes along with her. John could guess that she knew what to expect, but whether or not she did, her face didn't show any hint of concern. John guessed that she was probably trying to be brave for him. Even if she wasn't concerned for Sarah, he knew she was at least concerned for him.

"We have to get her into the SUV. You and Kyle take her, I'll take care of Dawes."

"Wait, John."

John looked towards Kyle, wondering what the problem was.

"They took Derek. They have Derek."

"Mr. Akagi, please sit down."

The elder Akagi had come to Weaver's office as she had requested. He sat down in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk from her.

"My son said you wanted to see me."

"Yes. I spoke to him earlier, and he said that Project Ark will be finished by the end of the week. In light of this, I would like to talk about yours and your son's future with this company."

This worried Alex. He feared that now that they had completed Weaver's project, that they would be let go and not be allowed to continue their personal project. Weaver noticed his concern.

"Don't worry, Mr. Akagi. I keep my promises. However, your son will not be completing his microchip."

"What? You just said you keep your promises."

"I do. Your son's completion of his microchip is unnecessary. Project Babylon has already surpassed that of a simple microchip. I understand that your son is interested in artificial intelligence, and I think he will be excited to become a part of Project Babylon. Once Project Ark is completed, he will join Project Babylon. That is, if the two of you are interested."

"What exactly is Project Babylon?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer that right now. I just wanted to make you aware of the situation and give you some time to think about it. At the end of the week, I will present the idea to both you and your son and you will then be able to decide if you'd like to join the project. I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this to your son. I wouldn't want him to lose focus at this pivotal juncture. Would you?"

"No, I wouldn't."

"I'm glad we understand each other, Mr. Akagi.

John looked around the room and realized that Kyle was right. Derek wasn't there. Neither were the other men.

"Why would they take him?"

"I don't know, maybe as a bargaining chip?"

John knew that now wasn't the time to worry about Derek. He had to get his mother to safety.

"We'll figure it out later. For now, all we can do is get out of here. The cops will be here soon."

Cameron waited for John to grab Dawes and pull him out the front before she moved to help Kyle carry Sarah. To Kyle's surprise, she picked Sarah up herself, one arm situated just under Sarah's shoulder blade, the other at Sarah's coccyx.

"Hold her legs up with one hand so she doesn't fall, and use your other hand to apply pressure to the wound," Cameron instructed.

Kyle could see now what Cameron's intentions were. She was holding Sarah in such a way that prevented any unnecessary blood loss. If they had carried her normally, Sarah's abdomen would have bent, forcing that much more blood out.

Outside, John was forcing Dawes to come with him to the SUV.

"What do you want from me? Who are you?" Dawes managed to pull away from John's grasp. John immediately drew his Glock and pressed it against Dawes' chest.

"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that they were going to kill you, and we stopped them from doing that. You can't stay here. They'll send others to finish the job."

"What did I do? Why do they want me dead?" John grabbed Dawes' arm again, leading him to the SUV.

"It's not something you did, it's something you will do."

John opened the back door of the SUV and gently pushed Dawes into the rear bench of the vehicle. He looked back and saw that Cameron and Kyle were approaching, carrying Sarah. John reached under the middle seat for the customized first aid kit that Cameron had put together.

"Put her in the middle seat. Cameron, I need you to get the metal and put it in the back. Kyle, I want you to sit here with Dawes, make sure he doesn't try to make a run for it." The two obliged and John climbed into the back with his mom, applying gauze from the kit to her wound. He knew that was all he could do for her until Cameron returned.

When Cameron had secured the terminator in the trunk, John reluctantly got out to allow Cameron access to Sarah.

"Cameron, I need you to take care of her. I'll drive. We'll have to come back for the truck later if we can."

John closed the back door then crossed to the other side of the SUV and got in the driver's seat. He pulled away just in time. As he turned the corner, he saw the lights of cop cars and ambulances pulling onto the street in his rear view mirror.

Savannah sat across the table from John Henry while she colored in Cinderella's dress. Normally, she might have colored the dress pink or green, but John Henry had been teaching her about the importance of color and the importance of choosing the correct color. She remembered from the movie that Cinderella's dress that she went to the ball in was blue, so she had chosen a light shade of the color.

Though John Henry was now able to leave his basement room, he still thought of it as his home base. He spent much of his time these days in the room, and Savannah often joined him. Weaver had pulled Savannah out of school, determining that it wasn't safe for her anymore and that she and John Henry could teach her more effectively than her teachers at school. So in addition to coloring, John Henry would also print out math worksheets for Savannah and assign her books to read so that they could discuss them. That part of the day was over though, and now it was time for coloring.

"That's very good Savannah," John Henry remarked.

Savannah grinned widely. "Thank you John Henry. I'm coloring her dress blue."

"Yes, I can see that." A picture of Disney's Cinderella appeared on the screen behind him. "It is very close to that of the color present in the 1950 Oscar Award nominated animated feature Cinderella."

Beaming with pride, she simply said, "I know."

Now Savannah looked across to John Henry's page. He was coloring a picture of Snow White. She noticed that in addition to coloring Snow White's dress purple, the trees and bushes in the picture various bright colors such as red, pink, and of course blue.

"That's not what Snow White's dress looks like. And trees are supposed to be green."

He replied with his signature smile, "I know. I just thought I'd change the rules."

John took out his phone and called Weaver. He knew that if anyone was prepared for something like this, it would be Weaver. She answered the phone in her usual monotonous tone.

"Catherine Weaver."

"My mom was shot. She needs medical care. Cameron's doing what she can, but I'm not sure if it's enough."

"Did you find Mr. Dawes?"

"What? Yes, we did. He's with us. What does that matter?"

Weaver ignored his question. "Bring them to Zeira Corp. We have medical facilities. My employees are trained not to ask questions."

John tried not to think about why she would need medical facilities and why she would need to train them not to ask questions.

"Okay, we'll be there in five minutes."

"Park around the back. I'll send someone out with a gurney."

"Thank you."

Weaver didn't respond before hanging up. John put his phone back in his pocket and glanced in the rear view mirror.

"How's she doing Cameron?"

"I was not able to extract the bullet. It's too dangerous to do so. It is good that we are taking her to a medical facility. Catherine will have exceptional medical professionals, I'm sure of it. In the meantime, I've applied the gauze and it seems to be helping."

"Good, good..." John tried to pull himself together. He tried not to think too hard about the situation at hand. His mother was shot, his uncle had been kidnapped. The stakes were high now. They hadn't been this high in awhile. Sure, people in his life had died, but that had been sudden. There wasn't much he could do about it. Now he had to actually be that leader that he had become.

From the seat behind him, Dawes took advantage of the silence. "Where are we going? What's going to happen to me?"

John ignored him, not trusting himself to open his mouth, for fear that he'd show weakness. Dawes took the hint and remained silent from then on.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Zeira Corp. John drove around the back like Weaver had instructed. A doctor and nurse were waiting at the back door with a gurney. Not wanting to expose herself as something other than human, Cameron resisted the urge to carry Sarah out by herself. Instead, Kyle helped the doctor transfer Sarah over to the gurney. Cameron grabbed ahold of Dawes' arm, trying to make it seem natural. They didn't need to arise any unnecessary suspicion. It was already suspicious enough showing up with the victim of a gunshot wound.

They all followed the doctor and nurse into the building where Weaver was waiting for them.

"All of you need to come with me." At John's reluctance, Weaver assured him, "She is in good hands. There's nothing you can do for her right now."

John forced himself to follow Weaver. Cameron was walking beside him, still holding on to Dawes' arm. John took Cameron's free hand and squeezed it as hard as he could. He needed to know that he wasn't alone.

Kyle took up the rear, worried for his son, glad he had someone to be there for him. Most of all, though, he was worried about Sarah. He needed her to survive.

The bright light was burning through his eyelids. He forced his eyes to open, taking in his surroundings. The only light in the room was the one currently scarring his retinas. He couldn't see anything else, but he knew he was tied to a chair. He pulled at the restraints finding that he had no chance of breaking out of the restraints or the chair. His hands were being held together by handcuffs, which were fastened to a chain that wrapped around the chair.

"It's nice to see you again Derek. Nice for me, of course. Not so much you."

Derek had thought he was alone, so he was alarmed at the sound of someone speaking to him. Especially since apparently this was someone he knew. When he didn't respond, the man spoke again.

"What? No hello? I'm hurt. I must apologize for my men. I specifically instructed them to bring you back here in worse shape than this. I guess in all the confusion they forgot. Or maybe they didn't think I was serious. Oh well, they know now how serious I was. To think that they only tased you. Admittedly, I want to inflict the pain myself, but I thought that they should prepare you a bit, just like your little whore did to me."

Derek was really confused now.

"My whore?"

"Yes, Jesse. At least that's what you called her. What? Do you have more than one?"

Derek remained silent. It slowly dawned on him that this man had had some kind of confrontation with the other Derek. But he wasn't about to tell him that. Most likely, he'd just kill him on the spot. Plus, would he really believe that he wasn't the same Derek? That he had come from a different time line? Probably not.

"Well, as you can imagine, the tables are turned this time. This time, I'll admit readily that I am Charles Fisher. And now it's your turn."

NOTE: This story is continued in Episode 6: Covenant.