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We do not need 'Metal piggy-backing over from Connor's world', so you just stop right there. And stop watching Skynet Research videos and plotting. They give me the creeps, and so does half of your thought process. It's bad enough that eye-bot thing is here.

How about your focus on some kind of happy-storyline. Wouldn't that be a twist?

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[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."

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