Chapter 4: "No. Not You. Her."







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Derek had given him a new perspective on everything. Now that he knew who Jesse was, and how she felt about Cameron, that she had come here to keep him away from her, everything started to make sense.

It would have started to make sense to Riley, too.


John shook the thoughts of Riley out of his head as he walked into the house. He’d deal with Jesse later. But first, he had some things to say.

He entered through the kitchen. His mother was there, cleaning, and she turned when he entered. An odd thing for her to be doing. The stress must be getting to her. He felt slightly bad about the conversation they were about to have. Not bad enough, though.

He sat down in one of the bar stools that were placed around the island counter. His mother spoke first. “You went to see the body.”

He didn’t say anything, but gave a slight nod to confirm her statement. John wasn’t surprised she knew. She was smart. Most of the time. He could tell her expectations for the conversation were different than what was really going to happen. While it made him feel for his mother, it more so made him angrier.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Of course she’d think that. She considers everything a risk when it comes to me.

He decided to start out agreeing with her. It would soften her up; as much as she can be softened up, that is. “It was a risk. I know.”

What she said surprised him, though he didn‘t know why. “I don’t mean the risk. You shouldn’t have to remember her like that. That’s all.”

“There were things I needed to see. And that I had to understand.”

“Do you understand them now?”

Derek‘s conversation had helped, but he wouldn‘t tell her that. Not yet. “I think so.” He wasn’t looking at Sarah now. It was hard to. He saw something out of the corner of his eye. He knew what is was immediately. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“John…” Sarah started, obviously not knowing what to say, but trying to comfort him. ‘I told you so’ didn’t seem like an appropriate response.

It doesn't surprise me that she’d assume I was talking to her. Not just because she thought she was the only one in the room, but because she always thought she was right.


“No. Not you. Her.” John shifted his eyes to look behind Sarah.

Sarah looked behind her where John had indicated and saw Cameron. She was emotionless, as always. But as she transferred her gaze from Sarah to John, there was something in her eyes…something softer.

John got up from his chair and left the room. He needed some time to himself. He knew he had a little time before he had to go.



After thinking a bit, he wandered downstairs. He saw Sarah covering a hole up in the floor with what looked like a cupboard door. Did she not think someone would notice that? He approached her.

“We should just throw a rug down. They’ll never know the difference.” He turned to leave. He wasn’t really ready to talk to her, not yet. But she spoke, forcing him to stay.

“Hey, I’m sorry it’s come to this.”

She could be talking about anything. Cameron, Riley, her obsession with the three dots. He decided to go with the less sensitive option. “What? The moving?”

“All of it.”

Well, I guess that covers all the other stuff. He had to be fair, though. “Well, I broke the rules.”

“What was the name of that hippie town we were in before--before Nebraska. Garb-something.”

What made her think of that?

“Garberville.”

“Right. Well, that was a culture shock. Going from hog farmers and good old boys to pot growers and kids named Sequoia.”

Yeah, that would be a culture shock for her. It was for me.


“There was only one Sequoia. There were three Sages, though.” John was now a little bit more comfortable with the conversation, though he didn’t yet understand what her point was.

“I felt bad for you when we left. You just started making friends. Fitting in.”

Oh, that’s her point. But how could she think he was fitting in there with all the Sages?


“Fitting in? I was getting in fights every day.”

“Well, you won those fights.”

Yes, that would constitute fitting in in our world.


“That’s one way of looking at it.” I remember wanting to lose. But John Connor doesn‘t lose fights. Not against kids named Sage. I wish I could have been the guy who didn‘t get in fights at all. She shouldn‘t have felt bad about leaving. “I hated that town.”

John turned and left the room. It was time.



John had left. And he hadn’t told her where he was going. Again. She decided to follow him. She made her way for the door, but Sarah stopped her. “You’re not leaving this house.”

“John needs me.”

“If John needed you, he would’ve asked for you. He didn’t. You’re not leaving this house.”

“The police could identify Riley’s body at any time. I need to be with him if they do.”

“And if they do, they’ll probably come here. So we should be happy he’s out. Why are you here?”

“Protect John. Hunt Skynet. Stop Judgement Day.”

“But why are you here? Right now, with us. John sent you here from the future. He sent you away. Away from him. Maybe you should think about that. Maybe you should think about why he didn’t want you around anymore.”


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