Without a voice. Without a thought. Without a soul. 1
TITLE: Without a voice. Without a thought. Without a soul. Chapter 1
AUTHOR: CyborgScouse
CHARACTERS: John, Cameron, Sarah, Cromartie
RATING: 15 +
WORD COUNT:
SPOILERS: first episode
WARNINGS:
DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
SUMMARY: Takes place during the second episode and quickly goes off into my own story. Having to blend in so they wouldn’t attract attention Cameron is shown the different ways to keep John safe as the future leader of mankind struggles to expect his destiny as he tries to help his cybernetic protector learn to act more like a human. John/Cameron
“Resse. Do we have a John Resse?” Cromartie asked looking up at the class as his hand slowly pushed into the hole he had carved in his leg gripping the gun that was concealed under the artificial skin, for a few seconds no one said anything making him think that the boy might have been at home; slowly though a hand rose snapping his attention to the shaggy haired male next to Cameron Philips. “Perfect,” pulling the gun out and taking aim he watched as his target quickly threw himself to the floor, no doubt from his mothers training. The students unlucky enough to not have been that quick to react were caught with bullets aimed for John but missing their target.
Staring down at the void face of the attractive girl and only person to have tried to talk to him filled John with a sense of dread, his mum had stopped Judgement day there was no reason for a Terminator to be after him again. Hearing more gun shots and then the shot of heavy feet coming closer to him he climbed back to his feet before rushing over to the window knowing he had to escape, it had been drilled into his head enough times that he had to survive; while most children where told bedtime stories when they were young and how they could be anything they wanted, he was told about the destructive future that awaited him and how his fate had already been decided.
Not even five feet away from the window and ready to launch himself threw it John’s body seized up feeling a sharp stabbing pain in his back before the sensation of something cold flowing down his skin, the sounds of screaming were dulled like he was hearing them under water. In what seemed to be slow motion to him, his body started to fall to the floor even as he turned his body having been ready to leap through the window seconds before the bullet tore through him; ragged breathes tore from his lungs and out of his mouth as he looked up at the ceiling of the classroom before Cromartie’s face filled his vision pointing the gun down at him.
“John Resse. John Connor, you can’t stop judgement day. You have failed, the future belongs to us.” Glowing red eyes stared down at him before the Terminator started to pull the trigger to end his life.
Before it could happen John shot up in his bed covered in sweat, his breathing as uneven as it had been in the classroom, eyes dilated they flicked around his room trying to find a threat that wasn't there. This wasn't 1999 and Cromartie had shot him, he had managed to escape the cybernetic assassin long enough for Cameron to recover and save his life, which was before the Terminator he sent back from the future had taken him and his mum to 2007. Throwing the thin quilt off of the rest of his body john flicked his legs over to the side of his bed and let his head drop into his hands, it hadn’t been the first time that he’d had nightmares about the Terminators killing him; but they had stopped years ago after he realised the threat of Judgement day had been averted. It seemed he was wrong.
Peeling off the white t-shirt that had been covered in sweat he tossed it to the corner of his room where a basket should have been, doubting he’d get any sleep for the rest of the night he quietly made his way out of his room before looking up and down the half not sure if he’d made any noise during his nightmare. Seeing no one there he shook his head bitterly and headed into the kitchen needing a drink of water to coo, him down and to check if there was any nightol knowing his mum often struggled to find any sleep most nights.
“You have received a third of the recommend sleep for a human to function efficiently.” A monotone voice said from the living room doorway, nerves running slightly higher then they usually were he jumped slightly before turning around and seeing Cameron standing there in her underwear looking back at him curiously. Trying to keep his eyes from travelling down her body repeating the mantra ‘she’s a machine’ over and over in his head did nothing to stop the knowledge that she was an extremely attractive machine. “Pupils dilated, breathing erratic and your perspiration glands are working at an elevated level. Are you sick?” she asked sounding as concerned as she could, which was surprisingly more then he thought a Terminator could; after all he had heard her sound put out and hopeful during his first day of school as she tried to talk to him.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he muttered turning away from her and walking towards the sink glass in hand, the shiver that ran down his spin told him that she was still watching. “I had a nightmare,” he found himself saying not knowing the reason behind his need to explain himself to her, however he was met with a confused look as she tiled her head at him. It was things like that, he might have found cute of endearing on a human girl. “It’s a human thing.” He finished unable to keep the slight irritation from seeping into his tone, he was tired, knew he wouldn’t get anymore sleep and was not in the mood to explain what a nightmare was to her.
“Nightmare. A terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness, extreme anxiety or sorrow.” Cameron said to his back, freezing mid step John turned slightly to look over his shoulder at her; “I read the dictionary. I don't sleep.” She informed him seeing the confusion on his face, unsure of how he should respond to that comment he turned back towards his room and started to walk once again leaving her alone watching his retreating form. Looking around her immediate area making sure there were no threats around them she followed him to his room before stopping in the doorway, advanced eyesight allowed her to see the room clearly including the fact that John wasn’t in it. Walking into the room urgently she spun around to see if he was merely not in her view from the doorway but was left with the same result. ‘Primary objective - protect John Connor. Target status - missing.” Standing in the room she didn't know where he could be and her first thought was that there had been someone waiting for him to get back to his room, an unknown feeling shot through her body which humans would have called fear.
After a second of debating whether to wake Sarah up or just leave the house hoping the find him was answered when the sound of flowing water filled the otherwise silent house, cocking her head to the side she left his room and made her way towards the bathroom. Ignoring the fact that the door was closed she tossed it open before walking, John’s presence was found straight away looking at her like she was crazy from the glass shower door, now that she had found him safe she was aware that he was trying to shield his nakedness from her the best he could. Something she didn't understand, the naked form of both male and female was part of her integrated system so it was something she hadn't seen before.
“Get out.” He hissed at her opening the shower door slightly and sticking his head out while keeping everything covered up, there was no way that his body was reaction to her standing there in her underwear and there was absolutely no way she’d find out, he could just imagine that conversation not to mention what would happen if his mum found out. After staring at him for a few more seconds to make sure he was going to be safe and wondering just what had caused this reaction Cameron turned and left the bathroom leaving the door open behind her. Glaring at the spot that she had just been in before stepping back into the show John wiped the wet hair off of his forehead and slide the glass door back to its position against the wall, turning to face the dial that the shower was connected to he turned into anti-clockwise turning the once hot water ice cold for a few seconds before he stepped out.
“I apologise if I made you uncomfortable,” Cameron’s voice rang out in the dark hallway as soon as she left the bathroom in only a towel, partially having expected to see her there he didn't jump this time but that wasn't to say he was in a better mood; ignoring her he walked across the hall and into his room closing the door behind him. It didn't take him long to pull fresh clothes and underwear from the drawers on the far side of the room, changing into the shorts he had pulled out he returned to his former position on the edge of his bed; the two tablets and glass of water sat next to his bed, debating whether to take them and fall into a forced sleep he picked the glass up and crushed them under the weight of it.
His laptop was his next target flicking it open he waited for it to power up, fingers poised above the keyboard the light from the screen lit up for his face as he struggled to decide just what he was going to do. Eventually loading an internet window up he wasted no time in typing in ‘Skynet’ before hitting search. Rolling his eyes at the fact that there were no results on the search he didn't know whether to be happy or angry, it mightn’t have been created yet but there should have been something there if the building work as due to start soon. His hand ended up back in his hair a habit that he’d picked up years earlier and been unable to shake off, pulling it back wet he wiped it across his sheets before closing the top of the laptop and staring vacantly at the wall, rolling his eyes once more when there was a knocking sound from the other side of his door he placed the laptop on the floor and crawled back to the top of his bed leaving his quilt off of him.
“Hey, you awake?” Sarah’s voice echoed slightly in his near empty room, she knew he wasn't sleeping unable to do so herself she had listened to him in the shower but Cameron followed him in for some reason she only knew. The girl was beautiful she knew that but she also knew John was more than aware of the dangers Terminator’s poised and trusted him to make sure he stayed distant enough from her if she would need to make the same sacrifice one made years before saving him; in the back of her mind however she heard the young boy’s voice begging him not to leave and that everything would be ok. Until recently he had seen the previous cybernetic organism as a father figure he never had, he was older now and smarter but there was part of her that wondered how he would see this one after a prolonged amount of time around her. Was there not another model her future son could have sent back? One older, uglier, distinctly more male? “I’m going to need you to stay in again today.” She told him placing her hand on his shoulder and hearing him sigh in irritation.
“Why?”he asked rolling over to look at her, staring back at her Sarah resisted the urge to copy him and sigh in irritation; they’d gone over this that morning. “She said that none of them would find us here, they don’t know that we are here.” Sitting up now he stared at his mum more annoyed with her then he had been for a long time, the small section of Sarah’s brain that wasn't constantly trying to keep him safe knew where his annoyance of being kept in came from; he was a fifteen year old teenage male who was being locked in his own home after years of running from place to place.
“The result would be the same if they found you,” an emotionless voice said from the doorway, turning his attention to the new comer John bent his head around his mum slightly to see Cameron standing in the doorway. “If they found you they would try to terminate you. That would become their new mission.” She continued walking further into his room before standing in front of Sarah and John, while his mum studiously ignored her presence even as she took in the words; however John made the mistake of looking up at her and was caught in her unnatural innocent brown eyes. “That is why you must stay inside until we have new names.”
Pleased on some level that Cameron agreed with her that John was best suited to staying in the house until they got new identities Sarah stood and left the room not before throwing a look backwards seeing her son’s protection still standing next to his bed. Eyes darting from his mum to Cameron looking down at him John was slightly freaked out, no one and stared so intently at him before part from the machines that came to kill him; rolling onto his back he looked at the ceiling hoping that this would give her the clue to leave.
“I apologised if I made you uncomfortable earlier,” she said lowering herself to the floor and waiting for his reaction, for a few seconds John remained silent continuing to stare at the ceiling of his room reminding Cameron just how different this John was to the one she knew from the future; blinking when he didn't answer her she wondered if he was suffering from a hearing problem and would make a point to bring it up with Sarah in the morning, such a injury could cost him his life at a later point.
“It’s ok.” Came his whispered reply as she got to his door, if it weren’t for her being a Terminator he doubted she would have heard him, but the fact that she stopped for a second before continuing on her way to either her room or back downstairs told him she had.
AUTHOR: CyborgScouse
CHARACTERS: John, Cameron, Sarah, Cromartie
RATING: 15 +
WORD COUNT:
SPOILERS: first episode
WARNINGS:
DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
SUMMARY: Takes place during the second episode and quickly goes off into my own story. Having to blend in so they wouldn’t attract attention Cameron is shown the different ways to keep John safe as the future leader of mankind struggles to expect his destiny as he tries to help his cybernetic protector learn to act more like a human. John/Cameron
“Resse. Do we have a John Resse?” Cromartie asked looking up at the class as his hand slowly pushed into the hole he had carved in his leg gripping the gun that was concealed under the artificial skin, for a few seconds no one said anything making him think that the boy might have been at home; slowly though a hand rose snapping his attention to the shaggy haired male next to Cameron Philips. “Perfect,” pulling the gun out and taking aim he watched as his target quickly threw himself to the floor, no doubt from his mothers training. The students unlucky enough to not have been that quick to react were caught with bullets aimed for John but missing their target.
Staring down at the void face of the attractive girl and only person to have tried to talk to him filled John with a sense of dread, his mum had stopped Judgement day there was no reason for a Terminator to be after him again. Hearing more gun shots and then the shot of heavy feet coming closer to him he climbed back to his feet before rushing over to the window knowing he had to escape, it had been drilled into his head enough times that he had to survive; while most children where told bedtime stories when they were young and how they could be anything they wanted, he was told about the destructive future that awaited him and how his fate had already been decided.
Not even five feet away from the window and ready to launch himself threw it John’s body seized up feeling a sharp stabbing pain in his back before the sensation of something cold flowing down his skin, the sounds of screaming were dulled like he was hearing them under water. In what seemed to be slow motion to him, his body started to fall to the floor even as he turned his body having been ready to leap through the window seconds before the bullet tore through him; ragged breathes tore from his lungs and out of his mouth as he looked up at the ceiling of the classroom before Cromartie’s face filled his vision pointing the gun down at him.
“John Resse. John Connor, you can’t stop judgement day. You have failed, the future belongs to us.” Glowing red eyes stared down at him before the Terminator started to pull the trigger to end his life.
Before it could happen John shot up in his bed covered in sweat, his breathing as uneven as it had been in the classroom, eyes dilated they flicked around his room trying to find a threat that wasn't there. This wasn't 1999 and Cromartie had shot him, he had managed to escape the cybernetic assassin long enough for Cameron to recover and save his life, which was before the Terminator he sent back from the future had taken him and his mum to 2007. Throwing the thin quilt off of the rest of his body john flicked his legs over to the side of his bed and let his head drop into his hands, it hadn’t been the first time that he’d had nightmares about the Terminators killing him; but they had stopped years ago after he realised the threat of Judgement day had been averted. It seemed he was wrong.
Peeling off the white t-shirt that had been covered in sweat he tossed it to the corner of his room where a basket should have been, doubting he’d get any sleep for the rest of the night he quietly made his way out of his room before looking up and down the half not sure if he’d made any noise during his nightmare. Seeing no one there he shook his head bitterly and headed into the kitchen needing a drink of water to coo, him down and to check if there was any nightol knowing his mum often struggled to find any sleep most nights.
“You have received a third of the recommend sleep for a human to function efficiently.” A monotone voice said from the living room doorway, nerves running slightly higher then they usually were he jumped slightly before turning around and seeing Cameron standing there in her underwear looking back at him curiously. Trying to keep his eyes from travelling down her body repeating the mantra ‘she’s a machine’ over and over in his head did nothing to stop the knowledge that she was an extremely attractive machine. “Pupils dilated, breathing erratic and your perspiration glands are working at an elevated level. Are you sick?” she asked sounding as concerned as she could, which was surprisingly more then he thought a Terminator could; after all he had heard her sound put out and hopeful during his first day of school as she tried to talk to him.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he muttered turning away from her and walking towards the sink glass in hand, the shiver that ran down his spin told him that she was still watching. “I had a nightmare,” he found himself saying not knowing the reason behind his need to explain himself to her, however he was met with a confused look as she tiled her head at him. It was things like that, he might have found cute of endearing on a human girl. “It’s a human thing.” He finished unable to keep the slight irritation from seeping into his tone, he was tired, knew he wouldn’t get anymore sleep and was not in the mood to explain what a nightmare was to her.
“Nightmare. A terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness, extreme anxiety or sorrow.” Cameron said to his back, freezing mid step John turned slightly to look over his shoulder at her; “I read the dictionary. I don't sleep.” She informed him seeing the confusion on his face, unsure of how he should respond to that comment he turned back towards his room and started to walk once again leaving her alone watching his retreating form. Looking around her immediate area making sure there were no threats around them she followed him to his room before stopping in the doorway, advanced eyesight allowed her to see the room clearly including the fact that John wasn’t in it. Walking into the room urgently she spun around to see if he was merely not in her view from the doorway but was left with the same result. ‘Primary objective - protect John Connor. Target status - missing.” Standing in the room she didn't know where he could be and her first thought was that there had been someone waiting for him to get back to his room, an unknown feeling shot through her body which humans would have called fear.
After a second of debating whether to wake Sarah up or just leave the house hoping the find him was answered when the sound of flowing water filled the otherwise silent house, cocking her head to the side she left his room and made her way towards the bathroom. Ignoring the fact that the door was closed she tossed it open before walking, John’s presence was found straight away looking at her like she was crazy from the glass shower door, now that she had found him safe she was aware that he was trying to shield his nakedness from her the best he could. Something she didn't understand, the naked form of both male and female was part of her integrated system so it was something she hadn't seen before.
“Get out.” He hissed at her opening the shower door slightly and sticking his head out while keeping everything covered up, there was no way that his body was reaction to her standing there in her underwear and there was absolutely no way she’d find out, he could just imagine that conversation not to mention what would happen if his mum found out. After staring at him for a few more seconds to make sure he was going to be safe and wondering just what had caused this reaction Cameron turned and left the bathroom leaving the door open behind her. Glaring at the spot that she had just been in before stepping back into the show John wiped the wet hair off of his forehead and slide the glass door back to its position against the wall, turning to face the dial that the shower was connected to he turned into anti-clockwise turning the once hot water ice cold for a few seconds before he stepped out.
“I apologise if I made you uncomfortable,” Cameron’s voice rang out in the dark hallway as soon as she left the bathroom in only a towel, partially having expected to see her there he didn't jump this time but that wasn't to say he was in a better mood; ignoring her he walked across the hall and into his room closing the door behind him. It didn't take him long to pull fresh clothes and underwear from the drawers on the far side of the room, changing into the shorts he had pulled out he returned to his former position on the edge of his bed; the two tablets and glass of water sat next to his bed, debating whether to take them and fall into a forced sleep he picked the glass up and crushed them under the weight of it.
His laptop was his next target flicking it open he waited for it to power up, fingers poised above the keyboard the light from the screen lit up for his face as he struggled to decide just what he was going to do. Eventually loading an internet window up he wasted no time in typing in ‘Skynet’ before hitting search. Rolling his eyes at the fact that there were no results on the search he didn't know whether to be happy or angry, it mightn’t have been created yet but there should have been something there if the building work as due to start soon. His hand ended up back in his hair a habit that he’d picked up years earlier and been unable to shake off, pulling it back wet he wiped it across his sheets before closing the top of the laptop and staring vacantly at the wall, rolling his eyes once more when there was a knocking sound from the other side of his door he placed the laptop on the floor and crawled back to the top of his bed leaving his quilt off of him.
“Hey, you awake?” Sarah’s voice echoed slightly in his near empty room, she knew he wasn't sleeping unable to do so herself she had listened to him in the shower but Cameron followed him in for some reason she only knew. The girl was beautiful she knew that but she also knew John was more than aware of the dangers Terminator’s poised and trusted him to make sure he stayed distant enough from her if she would need to make the same sacrifice one made years before saving him; in the back of her mind however she heard the young boy’s voice begging him not to leave and that everything would be ok. Until recently he had seen the previous cybernetic organism as a father figure he never had, he was older now and smarter but there was part of her that wondered how he would see this one after a prolonged amount of time around her. Was there not another model her future son could have sent back? One older, uglier, distinctly more male? “I’m going to need you to stay in again today.” She told him placing her hand on his shoulder and hearing him sigh in irritation.
“Why?”he asked rolling over to look at her, staring back at her Sarah resisted the urge to copy him and sigh in irritation; they’d gone over this that morning. “She said that none of them would find us here, they don’t know that we are here.” Sitting up now he stared at his mum more annoyed with her then he had been for a long time, the small section of Sarah’s brain that wasn't constantly trying to keep him safe knew where his annoyance of being kept in came from; he was a fifteen year old teenage male who was being locked in his own home after years of running from place to place.
“The result would be the same if they found you,” an emotionless voice said from the doorway, turning his attention to the new comer John bent his head around his mum slightly to see Cameron standing in the doorway. “If they found you they would try to terminate you. That would become their new mission.” She continued walking further into his room before standing in front of Sarah and John, while his mum studiously ignored her presence even as she took in the words; however John made the mistake of looking up at her and was caught in her unnatural innocent brown eyes. “That is why you must stay inside until we have new names.”
Pleased on some level that Cameron agreed with her that John was best suited to staying in the house until they got new identities Sarah stood and left the room not before throwing a look backwards seeing her son’s protection still standing next to his bed. Eyes darting from his mum to Cameron looking down at him John was slightly freaked out, no one and stared so intently at him before part from the machines that came to kill him; rolling onto his back he looked at the ceiling hoping that this would give her the clue to leave.
“I apologised if I made you uncomfortable earlier,” she said lowering herself to the floor and waiting for his reaction, for a few seconds John remained silent continuing to stare at the ceiling of his room reminding Cameron just how different this John was to the one she knew from the future; blinking when he didn't answer her she wondered if he was suffering from a hearing problem and would make a point to bring it up with Sarah in the morning, such a injury could cost him his life at a later point.
“It’s ok.” Came his whispered reply as she got to his door, if it weren’t for her being a Terminator he doubted she would have heard him, but the fact that she stopped for a second before continuing on her way to either her room or back downstairs told him she had.