Where The Hell Am I? (John, Tori) Who: John Connor and Tori Hanson What: John wakes up to find himself in the last place he expected. When: late Monday night Where: wherever Tori's staying Rating: PG(?) Status: In progress
Living "off the grid" didn't exactly have many perks.
And yet, John still did it, never complaining. Then again, there was no one to complain to.
He was alone, and had been, for just about seven years now. When his mother, the warrior who had raised him and protect him and had trained him, had died, of a terrible, incurable disease, he'd flown the coop. He'd left, and had been living this way ever since. It wasn't anywhere near fun, but it was the only way he could feel safe. And really, he didn't feel as safe as he should have.
Every now and then, he got lucky. He'd get a job, something small, usually construction or something like that, and he'd get a little bit of money. He'd buy some food, and he'd check into a hotel for the night. He'd eat, shower, try to have a good night's sleep. And it helped. It made things better. But he still went from place to place, worrying, still scared. He really had no idea what he was so scared of. The threat was gone, wasn't it? They'd stopped judgment day, just about ten years before. So why was he still terrified?
He'd made his rounds again, and had ended up back in LA, or well, a few miles outside of LA. He found he couldn't stick around there too long. Bad memories. He found work, painting a guy's house or something. He had just enough money to do what he usually did. He filled up his belly, got clean, and settled in bed, his backpack clutched in his hand, his head resting on it. He didn't go anywhere without his trusty backpack, since it contained the one thing he had left of his mother... her picture.
He drifted off to sleep, feeling peaceful, for once, but soon, his dreams were plagued, and became nightmares, just as they often did. He dreamed of the future he thought he'd stopped, of the terrible world the machines left in their awake.
He ended up jerking awake sometime later, gasping, and was completely oblivious to everything around him, as he stared up at the ceiling.