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Terminator: The John Connor Chronicles	By : oldwolf Category: S through Z > Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles Views: 35494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tuesday morning, John and
Cameron are both at his locker. He opens the thing and is surprised
to see a manila envelope with his name written on it. The future
general eyes it wearily for a moment before he cuts his eyes to his
bodyguard.

The cyborg scans the package,
“There is a pair of photographs and a compact disk in there.”

Intrigued, the teen puts his
bag in the locker and grabs the envelope. He carefully opens it and
pulls one of the pictures out. He gets a quickly look before
stuffing it back into the package. His face is scarlet red as he
seals the envelope back up and quickly gathers his things for the
day, making sure to keep the item with him.

The Terminator says, “Is
something the matter John?”

“We'll discuss this when
we get home,” comes the somewhat hurried response.

The cyborg is surprised as she
registers her master's hormonal levels. Still, she doesn't say a
word as they both proceed about their day.

&*&

Sarah looks up when the front
door opens and inhales sharply when she sees the look in her sons
face, “John, what's wrong?”

The teen scowl deepens, “One
of my female pursuers apparently doesn't understand the concept that
'no' means 'forget it'.”

The human woman laughs for a
second before saying, “Poor boy. Pursued by sexy, desirable
cheerleader, and he doesn't know what to do.”

The look the young man gives
his mother is pure dirt.

Sarah laughs again as John and
the Tin Miss take their customary seats for this variety of
conversation.

The future general doesn't say
a word. Instead he pulls out the envelope he'd found in his locker
and hands it to his mother.

The dark haired female takes
the package and opens it up. She draws out the first photograph and
blushes.

The photo's of a young woman,
blonde, fairly buxom, who's wearing a collar and is in the
traditional 'begging' position of a dog.

The next picture is of the same
girl, on her knees, her butt towards the camera, her upper torso
twisted so her face is visible. She has a finger in her pussy and a
dildo up her ass. There's a note written on it as well. “Enjoy
the show Johnny,” is written in a feminine hand.

Sarah manages to keep her blush
to a minimum, “Might I ask who the girl is?”

The youth is contrite as he
says, “Destiny Colder, one of my pursuers who is most dogged.”

The woman smirks as she nods,
“For some reason, I don't think I want to be with you when you
put that DVD in.”

“I agree completely!”

The mother chuckles at the
vigor in her son's voice. “So, what do you want to do about
her?”

“That the problem, I
don't know. I figured the 'girlfriend' routine would put her off her
game. Instead, she's gotten more determined.”

It is in that moment Sarah
realizes just how much damage she may have done to the young man with
the constant moving around. “John, honey, if she's that
determined, I don't think much is going to dissuade her. She sees
this whole thing as an over grown version of 'playing hard to get.
Which means she's not going to stop easily.”

The teen groans, “I have
no idea what to do next.”

Sarah shrugs her shoulders
helplessly, “Sorry honey, I don't know what else to tell you
besides sticking to your present plan.” She smiles
mirthlessly, “If your 'girlfriend' suddenly vanishes without a
trace, Ms. Colder will take that as a sign of encouragement.”

The young man sighs, “Alright,
I guess 'Beth' and I go for another outing tomorrow. I have plans
for tonight for the pair of us.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, there's some
recruiting we need to do. By accident or design, we're only a few
blocks away from one of my ranking Staff Officers. She needs to be
told what's going on. Cam's both my protection and my proof.”

The woman nods in
understanding. “Alright, when are you heading over there?”

“After supper. She does
run a business, so I wouldn't be surprised at her working late.”

&*&

Maria Lopez is surprised when
her doorbell rings a bit later than is generally polite. She is
surprised to find John and Cameron both standing at her door,
scanning the area around the house. “Hello you two, can I you
with something?”

The future general's expression
if firm as he says, “Can we discuss this inside please?”

The Hispanic woman recognizes
the tone of voice instantly and responds automatically. She ducks
her head slightly as she steps aside.

The teen and cyborg enter the
abode and close the door behind them.

Maria leads her guests to the
sitting room and waves them to a chair. She's highly surprised
however when Cameron kneels down next to her brother's chair.

John sighs as he looks at his
host, “May I call you Maria?” When the woman nods, he
continues, “Maria, what I'm about to tell you is going to sound
to sound like the plot to a cheesy science fiction TV show, but I
swear it's the truth. I'll prove it at the end if need be.”
He can see the disbelief already forming, so he launches into the
story of Skynet and the future that was.

Roughly an hour later, the
businesswoman looks at her guest wondering if he's lost his mind or
if his mother might be a deranged lunatic who's brainwashed him and
his sister.

The young man sighs deeply as
he sees the expression on the woman's face. “I guess proof
must be presented.” His entire demeanor hardens and he says,
“Cameron, lift the chair with me in it up over your head with
one arm.”

The cyborg says, “May I
use the other to stabilize you sir?”

“Of course.”

Maria's jaw drops as she
watches a girl who might weigh a hundred pounds lift both chair and
teen.

Once he's back on the ground,
John says, “Do you need further proof?”

The woman finds herself torn,
“I don't know. What you're telling me sounds impossible.
Robots from the future who look like humans. A machine that thinks
for itself. You leading an army. You were right, it does sound like
something straight out of a science fiction movie or something. On
the other hand, that chair weighs over fifteen pounds and you look
like you weigh in at a bit over one-eighty. Your sister, erm,
Cameron, whatever, picked that up with no apparent effort. I don't
know what to believe. My eyes or my good sense.”

The Terminator speaks up,
“Maybe I can resolve this problem.” When next she
speaks, it is in Maria's own voice, “To Maria Lopez, if you're
hearing this then General Connor is there trying to bring you into
the fold early. I don't know the situation, but you can trust the
general and the Tin Lady. If you're having trouble believing this,
let me just mention Mikey. I'm going to record the details
separately if you need further proof that these two are on the
level.”

The Hispanic female is in a
mild state of shock. She'd heard the girls voice before and can't
imagine her being able to shift her voice that far from its normal
tone naturally. Then there was the bit about Mikey.... She knew
she'd never mentioned her young lover of so many years past to
anyone, not even her priest, and she was fairly certain he'd never
blabbed about it either. That means that...

After almost a minute, Maria
says, “I'm not sure I really believe you, not on a gut level,
but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for now Mr.
Connor.

John nods and reaches into his
pocket. He pulls out a clip and tosses it to his host, “Those
are armor piercing rounds. They should be able to stop a
Terminator. If you can hit them in the chip. Aim for the right half
of the forehead and pray.”

The woman looks at the clip,
9mm rounds. Curious she looks at her guest.

“Cam detected the Glock
when you came by before. I would suggest you carry that clip at all
times.”

Maria looks at the weight of
metal in her hand. She sighs deeply and her accent thickens markedly
as she says, “General Connor, you tell me that in the future
you describe, I was a spy and an assassin, dealing with those who
would betray their race.” She sighs again, “When I was a
senorita I was taken from my parents and raised in a
rebel camp in Guatemala. I was trained from about age eight to use
my body to get close to men. To listen, to see, to be a spy, and
eventually to kill. However, when I was fifteen, an American
businessman took a liking to me and sponsored me for citizenship.
Eventually I joined a Maids service. I worked very hard, was very
frugal, and many years later, I bought that service.” Her eyes
are hard as agates as she looks at the young man's face, “I
never liked the assassination work. The rebels you see, they no
allow a padre inna de camp. So I could never be absolved
for the deaths I caused. Me tinks tu could provide the
absolution I need. Si?”

The young man slowly nods his
head, “Si.”

The Hispanic woman suddenly
shakes her head violently, “Forgive me John. When I start to
talk about those days, I speak as what I was then, an uneducated
peasant.”

The teen smiles crookedly,
“It's alright. Where does that leave us now?”

“With you telling me what
companies, peoples, and groups you need information and monitoring
on. I can trust each and every one of my people implicitly. They
can be used to plant recording devices and the like.”

The future general nods his
head and lets Cameron take over the discussion from there.

Roughly half an hour later, the
two females have settled on a list of those who need monitoring.

Maria smirks as she watches the
man who will lead humanity, “Well General, looks like we have
everything settled except for one item.” She smoothly rises to
her feet and takes a pair of steps. She drops to her knees between
his. “Now we just need to seal the deal senior. Sit
back and enjoy my service.”

John is shocked motionless as
the raven haired woman undoes his fly with a degree of dexterity he's
amazed to see in anyone aside from a Terminator.

The human woman fishes her
new... whatever's cock out with the ease of way too much practice.
She can't help but grin as she gets her first look at his erection.

Cameron watches, a small smile
secreted about the corners of her mouth. She barely keeps her facial
muscles immobile as she hears her master's throaty moan as his newest
recruit apparently deep throats him. The cyborg makes a note to
herself to demonstrate again why she's his primary slave.

The young man is gripping the
arms of the chair solidly as the woman before him gently massages his
balls with her right hand. She's running her tongue all along the
underside of his shaft, deep throating him randomly, and using her
other hand to jack off anything not in her mouth. He faintly hears
Cam tell him to let go, and he does, with force. He is shocked again
when he sees the female in question swallow his entire load without
spilling a drop.

When the young man is finished,
Maria pulls back and licks her lips, “Thank you for dessert
sir. Stop by any time for a repeat performance.”

A/N: Until next time.
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