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The
next day, the two Connor's and
Cameron are at a firing range just outside of LA. John is honing his
sadly out of practice pistol skills while the Terminator watches his
back.
Sarah on the other hand is sitting under an umbrella
while she waits for Sun Roberts nee Yi to show up. The woman
silently reflects on her duel sexual nature. Most of the time she's
a queen bitch, admittedly that had developed after her run in with
the T-101 back in the 80's. However, under certain circumstances
she's as submissive as she is normally is dominant. She sighs as she
repeats an old argument. She suddenly smiles as she sees her guest
exit the building portion of the range.
The two women embrace briefly before sitting down at the
table. Drinks are poured as they listen to the erratic sound of
gunfire. They talk of inconsequential things for a time until the
Korean woman says, “So Jess, are you interested in renewing
old... acquaintances?”
Sarah frowns, knowing how hard keeping up a double life
can be, “The problem is your husband. My schedule can get
extremely busy, extremely quickly. Especially if I get a break on
something I'm working on. It would be hard, at best, to time my
schedule to one of your husband's cold spells.”
Sun
laughs, her voice light in the morning sun, “Jess, Bill knows
well I can't have someone waiting on my beck and call. Manners
aside, I couldn't bring myself to do it. He just wants to know
before hand, if just so my bottom isn't too
sore.”
The
other woman nods her head, “I'm interested. However between
work and John, my schedule is really unpredictable. Still, it
wouldn't be bad if we could give the other a call when that
itch needs scratching. The worst that can happen is that you
find I'm busy.”
*&*
John ejects the clip from the nine he's using today and
cuts his eyes to Cameron, gently touching the clip in his pocket
containing armor piercing rounds.
The Terminator's voice is barely above a whisper as she
says, “Your mother's guest is a human.”
The young man relaxes slightly as he packs up the pistol
and moves over to the shotgun lane.
*&*
Later that night the Connors are having some mother/son
bonding as they clean the gun in their armory.
The mother sighs as she says, “John, honey, don't
take this the wrong way but I have a rather... abnormal, not to
mention uncomfortable, question for you.” Seeing her son nod
his head in acknowledgment, she says, “I don't mean to pry
honey, you know that. But this question's been bugging me for a
while. Why haven't you slept with Cameron yet?”
The young man blushes slightly given the source of the
question. “Honestly, I've sorta been expecting this. The
answer is simple, I don't want my first time to be a quick, rushed
mess. I want it to be something I can enjoy, relish, and just take
my time.”
The elder Connor smiles brightly and leans over to kiss
her son on the forehead, “Good answer.”
Further comments are forestalled however, as Cameron
enters the room, “I believe I may have a lead on Skynet.”
No other words are more assured to get the attention of
the two humans attention faster. Sarah manages to find her voice
first however, “What do you have?”
The Terminator says, “You believe Cyberdyne died
when you blew up its Los Angeles office in 1992. This appears to be
incorrect. They were hovering on the brink of bankruptcy when a new
investor appeared from nowhere and provided the liquid resources to
build three new research and development facilities. One is on the
outskirts of Sacremento, the second is a few hundred miles north of
Los Vegas, and the third is in northern Maine. They are once more
conducting bleeding edge computer technology research.”
Silence reigns for several second before the human woman
starts swearing in several different languages and dialects. Finally
she winds down, “Alright, what the fuck are we going to about
this?”
Surprisingly,
it is John who answers. His voice is calm and his gaze unfocused as
he says, “Nothing rash. We have several years before Judgment
Day is slated to kick off. We have the time to do this right. Step
one is for Cameron and I to do some 'shopping' down in the warehouse
district for a couple of laptops and some other equipment. You need
to see about finding a reliable arms
dealer this time. We will need high explosives to bring the building
down.”
The women stare at the young man for a moment before
Cameron says, “John, what are you planning?”
The young man sighs, “I'm planning on doing this
right. We don't know where the research concerning Skynet is being
done, or even if it is still Cyberdyne doing it. I'm planning on a
combination terrorist attack and data raid. Terrorist are the big
thing right now. If we have a new terrorist group claim
responsibility, the FBI will get involved, which is going to happen
regardless. However, they are unlikely to go looking for any deeper
motive. Cameron can fake the voice and I'm pretty sure we can come
up with a believable 'cause'.”
Sarah smiles at her son, “Very good General. If
this works it will get us the information we need while keeping our
enemies in the dark.”
The cyborg says, “So, what do we do first?”
John says, “First, we do some shopping. Mom, see
about getting us some plastique, C-4 would be best, but anything will
work in quantity. Cam, you and I are going shopping tonight for some
good computer hardware.”
*&*
The next day is a busy one for John and Cameron as they
start doing research on what hardware they want along with where they
can 'appropriate' the hardware they're going to need.
The pair are at the Century City mall when it happens.
John's attention is drawn to a man in his mid-twenties, with blonde
hair, and a fairly powerful build. Something about the way the man
draws the attention of the future general. Without saying a word, he
gently taps his companion on the arm before pointing at the man.
They cyborg scans the individual and her response is,
“Metal. We need to get you out of here.”
The young man however has other ideas, “Forget it.
He's obviously here for something. We need to follow him and find
out what it is.”
Cameron frowns at the teen before nodding her
understanding.
The two discretely follow the Terminator for several
minutes before it pauses outside of a clothing shop. They have to
close up as the machine enters the store. As it approaches the
service counter, it slows down.
The future general is trying to figure out who the tin
can can be look in a place like this when a semi-familiar voice comes
from behind him, “John, I'm surprised to see you and your
sister here.”
He turns around, surprised, to find VP Phelps stepping
out from behind one of the rack, “Ms. Phelps,” he says as
casually as he can manage while circling around, trying to keep an
eye on the Terminator.
Cameron solves the problem by grabbing both humans and
hustling them through the door, “Run!”
The teenager grabs the adult by the arm and almost drags
her along with him as he scurries for the door seconds before gunfire
erupts behind him. He doesn't even hesitate as he makes for the
service passages. He neither slows down nor releases his grip on the
Vice Principals arm as he continues to pull her along.
The snap in the woman's voice is unmistakable, “Mr.
Kemph, what is going on here?”
The very lack of panic in his voice underscores the
severity of the situation, “I'll explain everything once we're
safe. Cam?”
The cyborgs response is cut off by another round of
gunfire.
As they come to a corner, John makes a decision. He
hurtles his pseudo-prisoner around the corner and to the floor as he
kneels beside the corner, drawing his pistol. He winces as he
watches Cameron take another slug from the Terminator. He takes a
second to steady his hand before he starts firing rounds into the
head of the machine.
Cameron winces as she realizes the extent of the damage
she's taken will require extensive repairs. The gunfire from behind
her is a surprise until she sees the head of the machine snap
backwards. She keeps backing up until she is behind the corner,
“Keep going.”
The young man helps his Vice Principal to her feet
before hurrying her along again.
Jessica is past the point of arguing since finding
herself in the middle of a gun fight. She simply runs along the best
her heels will allow her to.
John turns around slightly as the Terminator turns the
corner. He discharges a round that apparently misses as the
sprinkler system suddenly goes off.
The female cyborg finally pulls her own gun as they near
the exit to the building. She takes the several seconds needed to be
sure of her shot before putting a single round through the casing of
the Terminator's chip. She ignores the hail of water as she says,
“John, bring the car around here.”
The teen nods his head as he says to Jessica, “Stay
here. She'll look after you.” He conceals his piece as he
dashes out into the parking lot. He's surprised at how close he is
to their vehicle.
Jessica Phelps is trying to recover from her shock of
being in the middle of a fire fight as she notices Cameron's many
wounds, “Ms. Kemph!”
The still ambulatory Terminator says, “I'm fine
for the moment,” just as John comes back through the door.
“Car's
here Cam. Ms. Phelps, please come with us,” he says as he
finally takes a good look at the woman's attire.
The Vice Principal is wearing a light white blouse that
has long sense turned transparent giving the youth a good look at her
bra-less tits, along with a skirt down to about her knees, and a pair
of low heeled shoes.
The redhead smirks to herself at the young man's
evaluation of her, “So, like what you see?”
The future general says, “Later.” He looks
relieved as Cameron totes the inert form of the Terminator by.
Seeing the shocked look on the face of Ms. Phelps, he says, “We'll
explain everything as soon as we get where we're going.”
The woman is in a state of mild shock as she climbs into
the car.
The trip passes in tense silence until they arrive at
the Connor house. John says, “Cam, take care of the tin man.
Ms. Phelps, please come with me.”
The redhead gets out of the car slowly, “After
today John, you can call me Jessica in private.”
The teen nods his head as he leads the way into the
house. “Mom,” he calls out upon entering, “we have
a guest.”
Seconds later, Sarah walks into the room. “Welcome
home honey, please introduce me to your guest,” she says as she
looks the new comer over.
“Mom,
meet Jessica Phelps, vice principal of my school. Jessica, meet my
mom, Sarah Connor.” At his mother's shocked look he continues,
“Mom, she had a Tin Man after her. Cam's currently taking care
of him.”
The dark haired woman winces and frowns as she takes in
the other woman's appearance, “Come on, I've got some clothes
that should fit you decently well.”
John sighs as he finds himself alone. The smoldering
looks he'd been getting from the VP were... disconcerting.
*&*
Sarah ruffles through her closet looking for something
to fit the other woman. She's only a few inches taller than the
redhead, but in much better shape. She sighs as she tosses a dark
shirt and some shorts to her guest, “Here you go.”
Jessica catches the clothes and immediately begins to
strip off her own attire, heedless of her audience, “Thank
you.”
The slightly taller woman watches the show unabashed as
first the blouse comes off, exposing her B-cup's to the air. Then
the womans shoes get toed off as she undoes her skirt before allowing
it to pool at her feet revealing a pair of solid, bright red panties.
She can't restrain her chuckle as the damp panties are removed,
giving her a free look at the redheads butt, and the tattoo there on.
“'Free to savior' Jessica?”
The color on the other woman's face is clear as she
spins around to hide the embarrassing evidence, and not incidentally
gives the other woman a full on view of her front, including a bald
beaver. Her blush increases as she hurriedly pulls on the offered
tee-shirt. “It's nothing, just a leave over from my teenaged
years.”
The dark haired woman's expression is intense as she
regards her guest, “No, I don't think it is. But I'll not
press for now. John's waiting and some explanations need to be
made.”
Jessica pulls on the shorts without benefit of panties
before the pair of them return to the main sitting room where they
find John cleaning his pistol.
The future general finishes his task quickly and says,
“Alright Jessica, sit down. This is going to take some time to
explain.”
In fact, it took a bit over two hours to explain.
Cameron comes in just as the young man is saying, “What
I don't understand is why the Terminator would have been after you.”
The cyborg speaks up, “Because it is very likely
she is Commander Phelps head of Logistics Command.”
Sarah says, “So they've started going after the
ranking officers of the Resistance. It makes sense given how hard
John and I have made finding ourselves.”
John sighs, “Yeah, but it also means there's
likely to be an influx of Terminator's coming back to the past.”
He cuts his eyes to the Tin Miss, “Cam, I'm going to need as
much information as you've got on the other potential targets. For
now though, our priority is still Cyberdyne.” His mouth snaps
shut however as he focuses his gaze on VP Phelps, “Jessica, I'd
like for you to stay here for the night. We can check out your home
tomorrow if that is acceptable.” Upon her nod he rises to his
feet, “Alright. Mom, please make our guest comfortable. Cam,
let's see about getting those slugs out of you.”
The Terminator follows the young man into his room
leaving the two human women to talk.
The teen already has the surgical kit out as he has
Cameron remove her top and lay down on his bed. Cold professionalism
overtakes him as he goes about digging the slugs out of the cyborg.
He sighs as he drops the last mangled piece of lead into the pan,
“How long are you going to be down for?”
Cameron's voice is oddly detached as she says, “Dermal
regeneration will be completed in approximately eight hours,
self-repair will be completed approximately three hours later.”
The young man nods absently as he finishes cleaning his
tools, “Alright Cam, shut down. I'll see you in about eleven
hours.” He sees her eyes flash blue before her entire body
goes slack. Finally, he allows the shakes to overcome him as
repressed fear and adrenaline course through his veins from the gun
fight, and his brush with death.
*&*
Jessica looks at her host, “Your son is rather
formidable.”
Sarah nods her head, “That he is. Come on, I'll
situate you in Cameron's room, I doubt she'll be needing it tonight.”
The redhead can't resist asking, “What does that
mean?”
The dark haired woman chuckles slightly, “She's
going to need to shut down for her automatic repair systems to go
into optimal mode. Given that John took her into his room to dig the
slugs out of her so she's probably going shut down on his bed. After
today, he's going to want someone to hold tight.” She gives
the shorter woman a knowing look, “I wouldn't be surprised if
my son is the only one in this house with that need.”
The pale skinned woman blushes slightly but says
nothing.
*&*
That night John clings to Cameron's inert form while the
nightmares of years past roll over him once more. Of the T-1000
killing machine.
In her own room, Jessica Phelps tosses and turns, her
nightmares tormenting her with visions of her first near run in with
violent death.
Sarah's sleep is uneasy. Familiar visions disturb her
sleep. Of Judgment Day. Of her son dying in her arms.
*&*
Cameron rouses herself from her maintenance cycle to the
sounds of her master crying out in fear. She turns her head to see
his face. Previous experience with General Connor indicates that the
young man is most likely experiencing a nightmare. She begins to
slide down his body as she decides to take the most effective action
available to her to combat his bad dreams.
Once the cyborg is face level with John's crotch she
pulls his limp member through the flap in the front. With a shudder
of expectation she takes his cock into her mouth and begins applying
a very gentle suction to it. Her well practiced action soon has him
rock hard. She begins to move her head up and down as she begins to
hum and lick his shaft. She smirks around the dick in her mouth as
she hears her master's moans switch from those of fear to those of
pleasure. The Terminator reaches up to gently massage the young
man's balls a moment before he shoots his seed into her hungry mouth.
She doesn't let so much as a drop escape her oral cavity. Without
waking John, she crawls back up his body and snuggles her back up to
his chest. She actually smirks as he reaches around to cup her
breasts in his sleep.
A/N: Until next time.
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