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Summary: A collection of ficlets and miscellaneous works centring around Xander.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Ficlet CollectionsMidknightJFR153027,215112763,79626 Nov 0823 Oct 10No

(BtVS/Terminator: tSCC) Metal Born Protector

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Notes: Just another Terminator drabble.

(BtVS/Terminator: tSCC)
Metal Born Protector

Sarah Connor had to resist the urge to reach out and touch the teenager currently asleep on her couch as she checked on him for the umpteenth time that night; like she was afraid she would walk into the room and he wouldn’t be there.

She had good reason to think that way though. That very thing happened only a few nights prior.

One would think that this teenage boy she showed such concern, if only in the shadows of the night, was her son John Connor, future saviour of mankind.

One would be wrong.

The boy had been around for weeks now. Whenever they were in trouble he would show up and pull their asses out of the fire. Then, as quickly as he appeared, the boy would vanish.

Eventually, after Derek came up with a ‘brilliant’ plan using her as bait in a fake ambush, they were able to draw the boy out, catch him and get some answers.

Nobody was prepared for what they heard.

The boy was created by Skynet but he wasn’t a machine. He was a genetically engineered human Skynet created to study human behaviour in a controlled environment.

As advanced an artificial intelligence as Skynet was it was still a machine, still a thing of logic and function. Human beings are anything but logical.

It grew the boy in a lab and fed lifetime after lifetime through his mind, using television of all things as a bases for the images. With each lifetime that raced through his unknowing mind his physical body matured.

Skynet didn’t just want to study the human mind; it wanted to study a specific human mind. General John Connor.

It couldn’t get John’s DNA, not at the time it started the experiment, so it did the next best thing. It dug up her body and used hers. Apparently her reputation preceded her.

Skynet then took some DNA from a particularly rebellious human male in one of its camps. Sarah had to wonder whether it was coincidence or fate that it chose Kyle Reese to father her second son.

The son part was as far as the boy had gotten in his first visit before the denial and accusations started, more from Derek and Cameron than anyone else. Her own were more token than serious concerns though. She always prided herself on her instincts and Sarah’s instincts were telling her the boy was telling the truth.

It wasn’t long until tempers rose too high and the boy stood, grabbed a syringe from the med kit and jabbed it into his arm.

He threw the blood filled syringe at them and told them to “Confirm it yourselves!”

Then he was gone faster than any human had a right to be, though Cameron had confirmed he was indeed human. An advanced human, whatever that means.

In the end they took the boy’s advice. After ‘borrowing’ some time with lab equipment they did confirm it. Several times. With multiple family members.

A few days later the teenager appeared on their doorstep. There was a long awkward silence in their living room. It was Derek who broke it.

“What I don’t get is why Skynet would make its own John Connor.”

It was a reasonable question and the teenage boy deflected it quite well. She still didn’t know whether he just wasn’t ready to talk about it or simply didn’t know the answer.

“You know what I really don’t get,” he had said. “Why would it name me Alexander?”

Sarah had taken pity on Derek at his blank look. “It means protector of man.”

The boy nodded. “That seem odd to anyone else.”

In the end not much got settled that night. As the night wore on into early morning they all decided to get some rest and go through things with a clear head. It was at Sarah’s insistence that Alexander stayed on the couch.

Sarah didn’t care how Alexander came to exist, he was here now. From that first time he appeared to them and saved her life by tackling her out of a T-888’s line of fire she had felt it. An indefinable something that spoke of a connection.

A soft moan from the couch brought Sarah out of her thoughts. She saw Alexander’s brow crease as his breathing grew heavier and he shifted restlessly.

Quietly Sarah knelt by the couch and brushed her hand through his hair like she used to do for John when he had a nightmare as a child. It was only moments later that his breathing settled and Alexander slipped into a deeper sleep. With the utmost care Sarah pulled the blanket down from the back of the couch and draped it over the sleeping boy.

No, she didn’t care where he came from. She was just happy to have both her boys under the same roof. And may God have mercy on anyone who tried to take either of them away from her; she wouldn’t.
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