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((Couldn't keep him away, this can all be meta if you'd like))

Judgment day?

They are back. Wait who are you?

((no it's fine LOL))

He frowns and sighs wearily.

Then I have failed. I suppose it was naive to think we could stop it.

He hesitates at the question, but because this boy seems to know, perhaps his story might not sound so fantastic.

Sargent Kyle Reese 132nd.

John Connor. You are military?

His heart practically freezes in his chest when he hears the name.

John ... Connor?

It takes a moment for him to get beyond the shock. He forces his head to nod.

Military. From the future.

*his brow arches slightly* the future? *he shifts slightly* yes John Connor.

I was sent by ... my commanding officer when the first of them came though. My primary objective was to protect Sarah Connor. I had hoped by intervening we might have stopped judgment day.

He swallows hard. Is your mother okay?

You know, er knew my mom? *rubs back of his neck a bit* She's fine, trying to keep me safe.

Trying to stop it all.

I did. I didn't expect to ever see her again or you, when the mission was over.

Sorry? Were you a friend of hers?

It's ... we ... He falters.

I didn't know your mother very long, but in the time we had together, we were close.

*he smiled then* Well you kept her safe it seems.

He smiles back slightly.

All hope isn't lost. Is there anything I can do for you, sir?

You can call me John. *smiles* I'm just trying to stay alive. I 'm just not who they think I am.

Okay, John.

Another hard swallow and a moment was taken to steady himself again.

No, you aren't. Not yet anyway.

I don't know if I ever will be.

Reese reaches out and puts a comforting hand on his son's soldier. He gives it a gentle squeeze.

Maybe you will, maybe you wont. The future isn't set John, if your mother can stop it, you'll never have to be.

Don't get wrapped up in the future and things that other people have told you. Just live. When the time comes, you'll play the role you are meant to have.

Hard to exactly live a normal life with these things chasing after me.

((Should be shoulder up there and not soldier, I blame the sleep deprivation that was setting at the time >>))

Reese frowns.

The war against the machines seems to have started early for some. You are no less deserving of a normal life then anyone else. I'm ... sorry that you got caught up in this.

Not your fault it's...mine I guess you could say.

You didn't cause any of this, all you've ever tried to do was make it better.

Well I can only hope I do a good job of it. I'm only 15. It's just a lot to take in most kids my age worry about what college to go to.

He smiles a weary smile. If it's any consolation, I didn't go school either.

The John Connor I knew, wasn't the greatest tactical strategist I ever met. There were better soldiers and marksmen, but nobody was a better leader. I was proud to serve him.

You didn't?

*smiles then* Really?

No, things eroded very quickly after judgment day. Everything is gray and ashy where I come from. There are very few buildings that hadn't been destroyed. People were slaves. It was a very dark time.

He nods slowly. Really. Someday people, including me, will look up to you.

*frowns hearing all that* Sounds like it gets pretty bad.

I hope I can live up to that.