A promise can be a thousand things and be kept by the person who agreed to it long as they live. To say my arrival had been expected is a understatement. They did not expect me. Kyle Reese and Sarah Connor were grieving after the loss of someone they knew and I had no clue of who that was. I had one mission projecting in my processor: protect the twins.

I had arrived at a military base in the year 2022.

Why frankly I had stolen a arm uniform from the locker of a man. Some can say my heart is in the defense side of the militia to the Resistance cause because maybe it is. I also stole his wallet. Adams Bobinson just lost his identity to a cyborg called T-11. Not to confuse with Tyler Eleven working for the Resistance. What character Tyler Eleven is can be defined as none of my business.

I knock on the door.

Kyle Reese opens the door.

"Who are you?" Kyle asks, in the dead of night leaning against the door holding a gun in his hand.

"I am T-11," I said.

"Who sent you?" Kyle asks.

"I don't know," I said.

I can't age like the previous models.

Why can I not?

I really do not know.

"Kyle," I heard Sarah Connor in a low strained voice. "Who is it?"

"Who ever sent The Guardian has sent another," Kyle said.

"Let him in!" Sarah said.

So I was let in to a small apartment. Temporary small flat with one hallway leading to three rooms. The first is the kids room, obviously. The second is the parent's room and the third room is the restroom. In the entrance place is the living room which is across from the dining room. Behind the dinning room is the kitchen.

Sarah is at the table with red eyes.

"This is  different model," Sarah said, dapping at her eyes.

"T-11," I said. "Model 11."

Sarah and Kyle share  a strange look as Kyle comes over to the table.

"Come to the table, please," Sarah requests.

I came to the table then sat down in a chair.

I can see grief in Sarah's eyes.

"What is wrong with your eyes?" I ask.

"Nothing," Sarah said, as Kyle takes her free hand. She clears her throat. "I want you to make a promise."

"Yes?"  I ask.

"Make sure our kids are not turned into Terminators," Sarah said. "Not only protecting them."

I blink.

"So, you are leaving them," I said. "With me."

I find that quite odd.

"In your hands," Sarah said, quietly.

'Them' as in Roger Connor and Jane Connor;  five year old's.

"I don't like it much as I do trusting a Terminator," Kyle said.

"Kyle!" Sarah said.

"You saw how Skynet terminated Guardian," Kyle said. "They would do anything to stop us."

"Well, I am a Hybrid," I said "If that is any comfort."

The two look over towards me.

"A what?" Sarah asks, puzzled.

"Think of bone fused into Hyperalloy," I explain. "Hyperalloy bone."

"So you have a different endoskeleton," Kyle said.

"Yes," I said.

"But more human than the usual Terminators,"  Kyle elaborates.

I nod.

"How convenient that the future sent a Terminator in our darkest moment," Kyle said, acting skeptical.

Sarah squeezes Kyle's hand.

"The kids need him," Sarah said, as her hand's grip on Kyle's hand loosens. "We have talked this over. We have to leave them with a trusted person."

"I promise the twins will not be turned into Terminators," I said. "I cross my heart and hope to die."

Kyle raises a brow.

"Where did you get that saying?" Kyle asks.

"The radio," I said.

Kyle lowers his brow.

"If any harm comes to them---" Kyle starts to say but I cut him off.

"I know," I said. "You will personally hunt me down and terminate me."

"That and crack your CPU into pieces," Kyle said.

"I don't have the typical CPU," I said. "Hybrid."