. . 1992. . . May 6th . ..

. . 6:39 AM. . Arizona. . . .

I heard the thump of a body from the kitchen. I was making breakfast. I didn't know what he usually ate for breakfast so I made eggs, hashbrowns, and bacon and sausage. He probably is now searching for the phaser Well, that is kept in a steel box that needs a key to unlock it. Data is out buying some material that can be used to help in the repairs of the shuttle.

They couldn't contact the Enterprise.

"Don't bother searching for it," I said. sliding the eggs onto a plate.

Data and John-Luc are capable of eating.

Data ate breakfast before he left.

I insisted I cook because it would be cruel to let a man go out with a empty stomach. One of the friends in my two hundred years taught me how to cook and there I carried it on from there learning on my own. I once had a small farm until it was claimed by one of my descendants as their property because it belonged to their grand-father's father. I don't know how they figured out my hiding place. I left that night with every Terminator scrap metal I could get my hands on.

Everything, really.

"What happened to my arm?" John-Luc asked, horrorfied.

"It is healed,now," I said. "You should eat breakfast, captain."

John-Luc came down the hall with a frown.

"I will not be treated this way." John-Luc said.

I turned toward him, sliding bacon on the plate along with a biscuit showered in sausage with grayish gravy.

"If I gave you the phaser, you will kill me," I said. "And I don't trust you with it. You have to earn my trust if you want it back."

John-Luc frowned.

"For all I know, I may be stuck here for a day and then be returned." John-Luc said.

"As it turns out, you may be staying here longer than you think." I said.

John-Luc narrowed his eyes.

"You messed up my shuttle, didn't you?" John-Luc asked, suspiciously.

I shook my head, putting the plate with a fork on the table along with a napkin.

"No, that was all the gravel," I said. "And your turbulent crash landing."

"How can I trust a Terminator?"

I turned around turning off the stove.

"I saved your ass back there on the Vlectorian space ship," I said. "So I appreciate it if you'll at least thank me for doing that! I could have left you there."

"I am not thanking someone who looks a lot like the man responsible for the loss of the Enterprise." John-Luc said.

"Captain Picard," I said. "They crash landed in 2104. They were interrogated, tortured, and then murdered." I had my hand on the table. "I am much of a victim as they are." John-Luc's face had turned pale. "I wish they chose a different Terminator with a different face other than mine to come here!"

"That is a wise wish." John-Luc said.

"And I, in the long run, end up having a family tree that ends up being in a show called Star Trek: The Next Generation!" I went on. "He looks a lot like me." I rubbed the bridge of my nose leaning against the sink counter. "None of the previous kids did." I looked back toward the bald man. "I was told by Data that you are half human,so, I figured you might like this."

"It has been decades since I had sausage and gravy. . ." John-Luc said.

The tone of his voice easily told me that the last time he had it; he lost someone dear to him.

"I am so sorry." I said.

"I didn't say anything." John-Luc said, defensively.

"Your tone said it," I said. "Being around humans for 200 years and you pick up a lot of things."

I went out of the kitchen leaving the bald Vulcan to his breakfast.