Who: John Connor & T-850 When: After this. Where: Out and about/Downtown L.A. Why: A heartwarming reunion... kinda. Rating: TBA Status: Incomplete
Now that he had a place to stay and a part-time occupation... he figured he should probably start working on getting a real job; becoming a contributing member of society and all. Not many people hire 15 year olds, but it was worth a shot. Walking out of the third fast-food place to reject him that day, he wrapped his arms around himself and tried not to think about that Claire girl he had met earlier... it was unnerving that she recognized him, and yet because of it he felt.. lulled into a false sense of security. He couldn't trust her simply because she was cute and seemed friendly. The same went for the good people of Angel Investigations. Damn, he was just in all sorts of trouble.
That's when a familiar noise made it's way to him, and he found himself scanning the area, wishing he still had one of his mother's guns. Could it be...? He had to be imagining things. The Terminator was walking straight towards him, calm as ever; dressed as... a biker? He knew he should probably hide, but hope and curiosity won out again as he found himself subconsciously drifting towards the bionic man.