I shoulda' known that going with John Connner and his buddy T-11 wasn't my best decision of the day.Oh well, at least I can just leave a letter for myself in the future not to do it. But then again I am here and I can't change that we're going to restore John Connner's original time line.

"Conner." I said,stopping John Connner from going on about precautions in this potential existing wiping mission.  "What do you mean....You had another terminator?"

"We didn't have another terminator in my mom's past." John said.  

I called John as his last name 'Conner' because it seemed more catchy. T-11 was getting his side pocket full of these comic books, some novels, easy to make plastic covered foot,and generally and in general, some of his army toys. T-11 had the most unusual name because John...Oh well, I guess you should just learn.

"But, you just said--"  I started.

"I didn't know it until now." John said. "How everyone, well, almost everyone except you and T-11 act like as if there is no war." John gesturing over to our third team member. "T-11 seems to remember anything that doesn't exist."

"So is that why we call him T-11?" I ask.

"No." John said in his most serious type of voice yet."It is a whole different story."

The time machine--no it wasn't a box or a car, it was simply a big machine made of various items and robot parts that had room for three people to stand in.It was powered up by some fuel generator that John had stolen from Skynet without some backup. Truthfully he did go with some people but they all died.

 We were going back in time to restore his timeline.  

"Are you ready?" John calls out to T-11.  

"Almost!" T-11  said.  "I just need a fezz--"

"No more fezzs!" John said. "You wouldn't last that one in a day in the past."

T-11 zips up the backpack, glancing up to John in  a way that wasn't like he was demanding or intimidating him. He had this kind of a manner that seemed so 'literal' in some ways.  

"Fezzs are cool." T-11 said, picking up his gun and getting on his backpack. "Are we going to find the terminator or what?"

We had a friend called Sherry Blustio's operate the time machine. We were going back way before John Conner had been born.I was feeling nervous about going in time because it was my first time. My shoes  were tapping on the floor enough that my toes could have gone through through boots and emerged as claws.

"It's not that bad." T-11  said.  

I look towards T-11. who I hadn't the slightest idea if he had done this before. Oh wait, he hasn't done it before.  

"How can you be so sure?"

"We're going before his conception." T-111 said. "It won't mess up his existence."

"You have nothing to fear." John agreed.

"John,what about mine?" I ask.

John hesitated for a moment there.I've known him for a week and I already know what the answer is. Damn it I don't exist in his 'original timeline' if a man pauses when asked a question there's a good chance the answer is not good. In my case is the worst nightmare yet.

"You are..Are someone I hadn't met until a week ago." John admits.

Sherry did her blistering shriek kind of whistle. We all turned our attention strait towards her direction She had these big headphones  over her ears, her red hot hair sprawled out over her shoulders. Her gorgeous old style hat could shield her faintly green eyes and not be seen. Except I had seen her eyes just once wen I first met her.  

"The machine is ready." Sherry said, with a snap of her fingers.  "You boys better make sure this goes out."

"It will." Conner said. No I mean John said. Damn it I really need to lay off the Conner name calling. "We've got all the time in the world."

In the next minute we were not in the warm and cozy metal room that had all these high tech building materials but in a fastball like room.The surrounding blue engulfing blue light had broken and shattered away in the meticilous pieces of glass that fell apart once landing. I look around seeing these men and women staring us quite oddly.There was a scrawny boy googling at us with his mouth hanging open.

"I ....Um,....John, are they staring at us?"  I ask.  

I had to make sure I wasn't naked. Which I wasn't, thank god.  

"We just came in a crystal ball." John said, casually. "Of course kids would be staring at us. Our arrival is part of history. One of those kids are going to invent my form of time traveling."

"We're from the....Local science club." T-11 said, waving his hands both ways. "This is a practice."

The boys and girls around us at the walls seem skeptically at first but it worked and we walked out of the building without interfering in her timeline even more. I started to think this may be a wild goose chase. And that we may never return home. If we succeeded; I would be gone.

"Are you sure going into a school is where your mother was at on a Monday?" I ask.

"I read her diary." John said.  "Her new one.And it said on this date in history she was---"

We hear a fighting going on in the distance.T-11 ran off into the direction. I at first thought he was maniac! Why would you go after to the commotion of a fight?I didn't know T-11 that long but ....

"T-11!"  John yellls.  "Oh boy, he's ---"

T-11 had dropped his backpack and his gun a once. He came in between this chicke--Chick, I mean, and a shorter guy who had a bloody nose. I can tell this chick was related to John  by some of her characteristics that are obvious to this day. She was very determined.  

"Why are you in my fight?" Sarah asks. "Get out."

T-11 turned his head towards her.  

"You're Sarah Connner, age 21." T-11 said, in such form that was ....so terminator like. "You are more bolder than I thought."

"The chicks crazy!" That shorter dude said, staggering back covering his nose.  

"I am not crazy." Sarah states, rubbing her knuckles.  "I am more independent than you are, wimp."

 "Instead of pursuing a useless argument, how about I introduce myself." T-11 said.  "I am T-11."

"Oh, so you are like my pops." Sarah said.

"Pops?" T-11 repeats.

"He's the strongest man I knew in ...."Sarah looks towards our direction and then back to the short dude. "Scram."

The short dude ran off  from her and our little group. We didn't know if this little interference could break John's timeline all together.

"I am sorry for the ....little bad impression. " Sarah apologizes.  "I had unfinished business."

She couldn't believe us that her pops was a evil terminator sent by Skynet to kill her entire family, and, herself. We can really be the Debbie downers, if at all.She was so stubborn about our story how the future was different, including John's. We had to tell her in somewhere private where the commotion wouldn't be seen. Nor would be spotted and photographed by any waking human.

"You're wrong." Sarah said.  "He's not here to kill me."

She steps back away from us.  

"He can turn on you at any given time." John said.  

"He hasn't turned on me since I was nine." Sarah argues back.  "Pops is the one who protected me."

"From your parents?" T-11 asks.

"No!" Sarah boldly said.  "It was another guy who resembled my pops."

"They can do that." John said.

"He's not T-800,he's Pops to me." Sarah said. "You're wrong about him."

And she left us. I was going to insist we go after her but John told us that we had to wait  for her to come around with a few bits of retconning. And that he knew where she lived at this time. How? Her diary.