dear_mun | (no subject)

There is nothing wrong with plotting and searching, long as you cover your tracks well. Though I gotta ask what the hell is an eyebot?

Cover your tracks and locate all possible exits.

I don't know exactly. Some kind of floating round robot ball. Probally of death, I mean aren't they usually?

You are starting to sound like my mom, which is more then a little weird. But yeah we can never forget that we are never safe.

Just once I wouldn't mind if they sent back something that wasn't a killing machine. We could always use a floating round robot ball who dispenses drinks and makes milkshakes or something.

I don't know if it's a bad thing or a good thing to be compared to Sarah Connor. I'm going to go with bad, because that makes a lot of things really creepy weird.

You should remember that, for the future. Then send yourself back a robot butler. Or a robot Batman.

Guess that all depends. If you are going to try and keep me from going out that I would say it's a bad thing, but if you brought the turkey from the deli then it is a very good thing.

Yeah thought about that actually, but turns out someone already invented one of those five years ago, or well I guess three years from now depending on where you are coming from. Think they call it a Roomba.

I'd probably be more likely to bring the turkey.

Probably neither of those dates, unless we get this Roomba thing in 2030, or something.

Alright, looks like you passed that test. Wait, did you really bring turkey though?

Want to bet that Skynet is actually run by a Roomba? I mean the Turk was just a piece of junk to start but the tech just seems to be constantly evolving faster than we can keep up.

Maaaaybe. Possibly.

Seems like it'd be easier to break, if it were. Then again, I've never seena Roomba before.

What's the Turk?

Nice.

Not sure how easy it would be to break but outrunning them would be a hell of a lot easier.

That...it's a long story. It's just another example of human ingenuity screwing over mankind.

So, same shit different day?

Yeah something like that. There is so much blood on my hands...and i'm not even close to being the savior of whatever. Keep wishing I could just run, but something tells me it wouldn't do any good. Just wish death didn't follow me around.

It isn't your fault, though. Blood on your hands, or whatever.

Maybe it won't always follow you.

Wish that was true but according to everything mom ever said I can't shake the past or the future. Can't even picture a life without the constant fear of being hunted down, but the worse part is if I die then it means I already failed to keep her safe.

Parents don't always say or do the right thing. I don't think that's the worst thing, though.

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[Torn between breaking down and getting angry at himself, the kid just sighed as he quietly grabbed a seat up on the kitchen counter.]

If you got that turkey I can make a few sandwiches if you'd like. Mom should be back in a bit with Cameron and I'm pretty sure she'd want to meet you...may wanna be unarmed though when they show up.

I've got it. A sandwich'd be good.

[Allison is a bit taken aback at the mention of Cameron. Of course.]

They sent her back?

Cool.

[He flashed a small smile and began to grab a loaf of bread and some fixings from the fridge.]

Yeah, thought you were her at first but she's still out helping mom. She showed up a few weeks ago at my school, saved my life and has been with us since then. Know it drives mom sort of nuts having Metal around the house, but I don't mind.

Granted she's no Uncle Bob but she packs a nasty punch and I know she will keep us safe.

[For John's sake, at least, she won't mention why she's more than a little wary about Cameron. For now, anyway.]

Uncle Bob's...the one who saved your mom?

How sad is that? Still think of the big guy as a friend and a surrogate dad...

Please don't tell mom though. I know she is still reeling from us having to leave Charley and last thing she needs is to hear me complaining again.

I don't think it's sad. A little worrying, maybe. But...people worry. Sometimes they go bad. The reprogrammed ones.

I won't tell her.

I'm sorry, didn't mean to spill that...just not used to having people around to talk to. I mean mom is there for me, but she is more of a drill instructor than anything else.

I've got Cameron but it still isn't the same. Last person I could actually open up to was Charley but even then it's not like I could tell him about the future and stuff...

You don't have to be sorry, I mean...we talk a lot. In the future, I mean.

It would suck. Not being able to talk about it.

[His eyes studied her for a moment, searching for something that he couldn't explain.]

We did, or do?

Who are you, to me I mean? I don't even know anything about you really, but when I am close to you I just...I just feel like I am not alone.

Well. I'm here now, so I guess did. Or will? Time travel's...confusing.

We're close. In the future. You trust me. I mean...that's a silly thing to say, anybody could just say that...

[He didn't understand a lot of things, and figuring out how to deal with Time Lag was on the top of that list, yet when he looked at her there was something that made him believe her...or in her.]

I trust you now, not sure why exactly but I do...but what you said earlier, bout how being compared to my mom made thing weird or was it creepy weird?

Just wanted to know who you are to me...and why my gut is telling me to put my faith in you?

[She's a little reluctant, but well. It's John. Sixteen, eighteen or forty-something.]

I guess that we were together, sort of? I mean, you couldn't really call it dating. There's not really a milk-shake, movies type of thing in the future?

Oh. [With a slight blush the young man shyly looked away for a moment as he tried to finish making their sandwiches. He tried to wrap his head around how strange this all was, but to learn that someone as beautiful as her could actually fall for a guy as screwed up as him...]

Sorry for prying. I know i'm not him, the other John or whatever, just wanted to know that it isn't all hopeless...

Even with all the bad stuff, were we happy? I mean...never mind.

Happy enough, I think. I hope.

[She really hopes, because sometimes she doubts that she made him all that happy.]

[John nodded slightly, more to himself then anything, but as he looked down at the two sandwiches he shook his head and started to smile.]

Look I figure we got maybe a few hours before they get home so we can sit here and try to not to over think stuff or we can sneak out and actually have some fun.

I know i'm not him, but since he couldn't take you out for a milk shake and movie then I guess it's up to me...so what do you say, are you up for an hour or two without having to worry about anything more then having to decide on what kind of snacks to eat at the cinema?

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[She thinks about it for a long moment, before nodding. It would be nice, wouldn't it? To do something normal, for a change.]

Sure. We can do that. You won't get in too much trouble?

Oh mom is going to kill me when she finds out, but I am cool what that. Been cooped up here like a prisoner for ever and getting the chance to hang out with you...

[He chuckled as he quickly started to put away the food stuff and nodded toward the living room.]

I may tick her off but i'm not stupid, I know the rules. Not sure if you have a gun but you can grab one from the stash in there. If you can grab one for me too, I'll finish cleaning up in here.

[Guns, she'll retrieve. One for her, one for him. She makes sure that they're loaded, that they're clean. Then joins him back in the kitchen.]

Need help?

[He looked up from the fridge with a slightly surprised look on his face, cheeks like a chipmunk as he tried to chew the turkey sandwich he was "putting away". After taking a second to finish chewing he offered a sheepish grin and shakes his head.]

All done here...you are uh, quick.

[John blushed again as embarrassment kicked in. It was one thing to be told that he was some destined hero all his life, but to meet someone who apparently knew him very well...it was a little daunting. All he wanted to do was to live up to the image of the man he was supposed to be, but the young man couldn't even picture what his future self would be like.]

Sorry. I think we are all good here. There is a dollar theater a couple blocks away and I think they may still be showing the cartoon Simpson's movie. But we can see something else though if you want.

[She smiles back, more than a little nervous around him, honestly. Him in the future is one thing. Quieter, more...broken by the world they live in. But everyone is, really. Seeing him now, like this? It's probably just as daunting for her.]

Anything is fine. The movies we get in the bunkers aren't...great. The last thing we got was some weird filmstrip about dating from the 40s.

Wow, that sounds...[he tried to picture life in a bunker, surrounded by death and Metal and with a slight frown he imagined what it must have been like to find a small measure of comfort in something as simple as a corny filmstrip.]...that doesn't sound too bad. Probably didn't have butter popcorn or stuff, but I'm guessing any small break from the fighting must have been pretty sweet.

I remember watching an episode or two of the simpsons back when I was at the Voight's place. Wasn't great, but it made me laugh a little. Know I can't make up for a lifetime of bad stuff, but if I can just give you an hour of two filled with a little laughter and some unhealthy but tasty junk food...

That'd be nice. Really nice.

Back home, we didn't have popcorn, but we had these tins of carbohydrate candy? It wasn't too bad, really. Old, but not really gross.

[He smiled warmly as he quickly grabbed a hundred dollars from the stacks of cash they had hidden away and slipped on a hoodie and baseball cap as he led the way to the back door.]

Well tonight we are getting a jumbo tub of buttery popcorn, all the boxes of candy you want, and after the flick we can swing by the diner near here and order whatever you want.

[The young man chuckled as he held the door open for her.]

Nothing personal but this date is going to be the best you've ever had! Figure the next time you see him, or well me, you can let him know that his younger self did it up right...milkshakes and all!

[She grins, a little, at this.] I'm sure he'll be impressed. [Assuming, of course, she does see Future John again. These trips do tend to be one way, don't they?]

Think they'll have root beer? [What? She likes it.]

[He grinned with pride for a moment as he considered just what his future self would say. It was beyond strange to think of competing with a man he'd never really meet, but for the first time in his life he found some small way of doing something that his destined hero self could never do.]

Yeah they should have some on tap there, and if not I know the diner has it. Heck, the waitress there makes a pretty good root beer float too.

[In that way, she's almost competing with her robot doppleganger, she thinks. It's a weird sort of feeling, but for now it won't bother her. Much.]

That, I've never had.

They are pretty good. It's just a large glass of root beer with a scoop or two of vanilla ice cream dropped in. It gets all foamy and stuff but it is hits the spot on a hot day.

[He stood there for a moment and smiled as he offered an outstretched hand. Pushing aside all thoughts of strange temporal mechanics and predestined savior crap, John let all the worry and burdens go..if only for a few hours, and focused on trying to make her happy. Because no matter what time they came from, John Connor would do whatever it took to take care of the people he held dear.]

Ready to go?

That sounds pretty good, actually. [Something new to try. Lots of new things to try, actually. A new world that she barely experienced when she was younger, a second chance at that. It's nice. Even knowing what's coming in the next few years.]

Ready. [ Taking his hand, after a moment. Why not?]

[His life had been a chaotic whirlwind over the last few weeks, but as they made their way into the worn down theater John felt himself breathing easy for the first time in a very long time. Sitting there in the dim lighting of the cinema, holding onto a giant tub of salted and buttered popcorn, and watching the commercials on the screen; it all felt bizarrely normal. And having the chance to share the moment with someone who understood him...it was overwhelming. He mustered a genuine smile as he held out the bucket to her and quietly whispered to his companion.] "Thanks...for coming with me."