Set ten years after the events of Terminator 2: Judgment Day, John Connor and his mother, Sarah Connor, are off-grid and separated in 2005. While Sarah is at Norfolk, Virginia, for matters too personal to tell her own son, John is surviving on his o...
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A woman, about forty years old, opens the door. Her face and fists had the hardness of a stone. Her cold, but motherly eyes find Reyna's and John's, scanning for any signs that they are terminators.
She is the same woman who defeated a terminator. She is the same woman who is responsible for Reyna's newfound abilities. She is Sarah Connor.
"Hello, John." Sarah embraces her son and steps back to look at him. "Are you hurt?"
"Just a shot leg and exhaustion."
Sarah turns to Reyna as if she were responsible for John's wounds. "And who is this?"
Reyna stands up straighter. She was only a few inches taller than Sarah. "My name is Reyna Dahyun, Homo novae 10."
As soon as Sarah heard 'Homo novae,' she ushered Reyna and John inside the house and fixed them a meal of hot water and lemon and a BLT sandwich. Once they had all sat down, taken a bite and a sip, Sarah turned to Reyna.
"I want you to explain everything from the beginning. How did this happen?"
Reyna re-explains everything that she told John, from Robert Beischel discovering the chip in the steel mill, to the JEM-9, to her mission, to everything that has happened up until now.
Sarah pauses before shaking her head. Suddenly, she slams her fist into the table and yells an expletive that Reyna would rather not repeat.
"How? And what do you mean that the chip 'took Beischel as its host?'" Sarah seethes.
"Within itself, the T-1000 carried a chip with technology more advanced than itself. Beischel, a detective, discovered the chip during an investigation in the steel mill and plugged it into his computer. When the chip activated, it began to play a pattern, almost like a hypnosis, that told him everything. It told him exactly how to make the T-800 and many more advanced terminator models. It told him how to hide the chip after mass producing it for public consumption. It told him how to recreate Judgment Day, even giving him an exact date. That's how he became the technology entrepreneur he is today. "
Sarah and John curse.
"And the JEM-9?" Sarah asks.
"John and I destroyed the first copy, but I have no doubt that there's a second one on the way to terminate us all or protect Beischel. Either way, with its infinite replication ability, it could be doing both."
"How were we not careful?" Sarah shakes her head. "We will do this like last time: we blow up Beischel's company." She looks at Reyna. "I'll give you both today and tomorrow's afternoon to rest. But tomorrow evening, we will do this. One last time."
"And how are we going to do it like last time?" John asks. "Do you even have-"
"Don't question your mother, John." Sarah says. "Why do you think I used this beach house as storage?"
Ignoring his mother's warning, John asks, "So why are you here then?"
Sarah enters the kitchen, opens the refrigerator, and returns with ten vials of a clear solution.
"This, John." She holds it out to him. "This is why I'm here."
Reyna takes the tenth vial and begins to study it. "The Homo novae solution."
"What?" John furrows his brows.
"Back in Dyson's office, I went to his office and began burning his files when I saw this." Sarah produces a wrinkled folder with HOMO NOVAE written on the tab. "I came to Virginia to make the solution with Geneticist/Professor Walter Klevens just in case... in case... in case we didn't prevent it."
They didn't have to guess that 'it' meant Judgment Day.
"What happened to Klevens?" Reyna asks.
Sarah snorts. "I was just upstairs administering a tranquilizer to him before you all arrived. He almost ratted me out in the labs when we were making the solutions. He knew my true identity when we were both watching what happened to you both in the Santa Fe gas station. Now you both rest, you two could use it. I'll take first watch tonight."
Reyna and John sleep on the couches in the beach house rather than the rooms. It was too risky to be separated. They close their eyes and rest.
Author's note: Listen to the Cocteau Twins' "Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires", Def Leppard's "Love Bites", or Heart's "I Want You So Bad" for maximum experience.
Reyna's eyes open. She can't sleep, not when everything needs to be planned out carefully for tomorrow. She rises from her couch and looks to the second couch where John was supposed to be sleeping. She immediately gets up and heads to the back window of the house when she sees that the couch is empty. Reyna sighs in relief. He was at the shoreline outside.
A trap? No, if the JEM-9 wanted to complete its mission, it should have killed her, John, and Sarah already instead of dragging them outside. Besides, she would have heard something.
Reyna exits through the back door of the beach house and walks through the sandy dunes to John. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket. He looks into the distance, not caring that the wind was tousling his hair. She stands beside him and watches the waves lap onto the shore.
"Can't sleep?" Reyna begins, rocking on her heels.
"Obviously." John grins. "I can't. Not when everything matters."
"To think of it, it's almost over. No more hiding. No more running."
"What if I don't want it to be over?"
Reyna raises a brow. "That's silly, coming from you. Aren't you sick of this?"
"Of running and hiding? Of course. But you? Never."
Reyna's fingers find John's lips, tracing them like she did back at the bridge. "Why, John? Why now?"
"Because we'll be strangers when we meet again."
John kisses her, and Reyna finally begins to understand why people are swept off their feet in times like this. She feels as if she were time traveling again, exposed, but not vulnerable, and all flame, no sparks.
She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. John cradles her face in his hands. Some part of her felt so selfish for wanting him so badly. And you should, a voice inside her head whispers.
Reyna pulls away and looks at anything but John. "This is wrong."
John scoffs. "What do you mean? If it's because of our age-"
"No, it's not that. You don't deserve this side of me."
"If there's one thing I'm tired of Reyna, it's you telling me what we should and should not deserve."
"I lied to you."
John's angry eyes soften. "Wh-What?"
Reyna sighs and straightens her back. "I killed my boyfriend on Judgment Day."
