A/N: This is based on the Terminator Chronicles. I watched a few of the season 2 episodes and this is based on what happens in the final episode. I hope I didn't screw it up to much, I'm always uncomfortable when I work with characters that I'm not familiar with so I hope no-one is offended. I hope the way the POV jump around isn't to confusing.

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Warning: This story contains spanking of teenager and bad language


Not What He Expected

Here he was in a time where John Connor was a no-one. No one knew of his destiny of his mission to put it plainly he didn't matter in this time. He wasn't sure what had happened or why he was no longer a household name. A part of him felt relived but there was another part of him that was angry, angry that he had gone through so much only to not matter anymore. He should be grateful, he should be relieved but he wasn't. He had followed John Henry for Cameron's chip and now he was in a world where he wasn't mankind's savior. At first he had been shocked to the core, seeing his Uncle Derek and then seeing his father Kyle. But know that he'd been here a couple of weeks the shock had turned to anger. No one trusted him and he was under constant guard. He understood that his refusal to answer questions is what had led to this but it still made him angry. All they saw was a fifteen year old kid not someone who had been trained to defend and survive. He didn't know what he was going to do and how he would get home or even if he could.


Short I know but it's the prologue ….review….please…..review…..