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Gonna wait to link this on ff.net and the other communities till tomorrow or later tonight. There will probably be 4 or 5 total parts to this fic. It is a series of one shots, however, so it can end at anytime without hampering the overall story.

Here's to thinking that Skynet just can't understand humans no matter how much it learns.

Memories Can Lie 2/?
Series of One Shots
Characters: John, Cameron, Alison
Beta: Unbetad
Rating: T
Spoilers: T:SCC 2x04
Summary: What does it mean to remember for a terminator? Can a machines memory be faulty?





Brown eyes stare into mine. Eyes so much like my own.

I can’t help but fear, not for myself… for him. Them. Everyone.

I lied.

Not everyone died, some of us remained. Starving, hunted, lost in a world that had changed overnight.

When I was little my mother used to read me bed time stories, stories about little girls who lived in large buildings, of animals that could talk. They were stories about people who had no need to be afraid of the sky.

They didn’t hide, they didn’t cower beneath the ground. They ate fresh food, feasts like Thanksgiving dinner- only bigger.

We don’t have feasts anymore. Not like before. I can barely remember a time when food wasn’t a special commodity. That it wasn’t something that people killed for.

I didn’t lie about eating garbage. What else do we have? There’s no sunlight, no fields, no stores filled to the brim with delicious treats. There is nothing else for us. We live off of what came before, the ghosts of our past.

Those ghosts won’t leave us alone.

I’m not surprised, not entirely.

I school myself, like I was taught. Don’t let them know, don’t let them find out.

They can’t know, or all that remains will be gone, just like everyone you knew before.

Just like Mom. Just like Dad. Just like all your friends.

I did have a birthday party in the park on my birthday. It was small and fun, the cake was bright.

I can’t remember what it tastes like.

I remember the bike, I remember the boy riding it. Not because I thought him cute or attractive, I was too young for that.

I remember running after bubbles onto a cement path. I remember my mothers shriek and the screech of rubber on pavement.

I remember looking up into green eyes and having them bear down on me.

Shock. Disbelief. Other emotions I couldn’t identify then. Fear.

“Alison!” My mother had called.

I close my eyes for a moment and focus on myself. I can’t break, I won’t break. I’ve been through worse- my life has always been hell.

I saw my parents die; I’ve seen my friends killed.

I don’t want those that remain to suffer their fate.

I stare at the figure before me, a mirror image. Perfect yet completely not right. How do they think they could fool anyone?

He won’t be fooled. He won’t. I know that, I am positive.

He couldn’t mistake me, or anyone, for one of them.

Chosen? Chosen… life chooses, not a person, not an thing. It’s the twists and turns of fate that lead us into these moments. Curse fate. Curse destiny.

I don’t want to be the downfall of him. I can’t be.

The bracelets clink against the metal of the table and each other. I stare at them, I can barely hear as it talks.

It is right. I did lie.

I didn’t have a sister. I never had a chance for true siblings.

But I have friends. I have comrades. I have family in them.

It can think what it wants.

I’ll never give the machines John Connor.

No matter what they do to me. They can kill me, they can make a copy of me.

He’ll know. He’ll always know.

Because Skynet, it’s soldiers, they can’t understand, they don’t understand. They have no idea.

John Connor saves the world. He saved me. So I’ll save him.

Humanity was on the brink of extinction. Hunted, slaughtered. For nothing more then existing.

We weren’t cattle or prey to be eaten.

Some machine decided we had to be killed for what makes us human.

Emotions bring war, emotions bring pain, they bring violence and death.

The machines understand those, somehow.

They don’t, can’t, understand everything.

They don’t know love, they can’t.

They can’t understand why we wear bracelets.

They don’t know how humanity is capable of rebuilding what was lost.

We’re being hunted and like any prey, we bounce back. We connect, with eachother.

A tear falls. There’s fear in my heart, but I’m not afraid of death. Not of my own.

I’ll keep this secret and he’ll know.

He’s always known. That I realize now. How could I not. I understand.

I close my eyes as the facsimile of my own had wraps around my throat.

I am a liar.

I have to be.

For him.

The truth is too precious, too obvious, too perfect for them to see.

The pressure on my neck increases, my eyes open steady, strong. The glare of the light shines between me and it.

I imagine a day in a park, when the sun still shone and green eyes stared into my brown, my mother worried, my father smiled and opaque bubbles floated past a silver mountain bike.


Part 1 Part ?



A.Note: This was from the POV of Alison if you didn’t get that. I also had a few other lines that I kept adding and removing. I didn’t want everything to be obvious though… there will be one or two more parts to this.

Date: 2008-09-30 07:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] xbriyeon.livejournal.com
I feel so bad for Alison.. =[[[

Date: 2008-09-30 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
I know... I felt cheated watching the episode personally. I really think there needs to be more to Alison for this entire storyline in the series.

That's why I'm writing this... I want to see more.

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Date: 2008-09-30 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
For those who read this, I added the second to last line. It was needed to make this fit with part one securely.

Because I was a moron who was thinking when I first posted about the "big picture".

Date: 2008-10-01 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pladbelle-87.livejournal.com
I like it very much. :-) Poor Allison, though.

Date: 2008-10-01 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Thanks! I'm glad you're liking it so far!

Date: 2008-10-01 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nowcarpediem.livejournal.com
will there be more? please, love it!

Date: 2008-10-01 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
I'm glad you like it!

There will be another part in a day or two. I already know what I want to write- I just have to write it. Unfortunately classes and obligations to my WoW guild made today a bit hectic. :)

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