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Notes: I have no idea where the idea for this drabble came from but I
figured I'd share. Enjoy.

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(BtVS/Terminator: tSCC)

General One-Eye

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John Connor did his best to hide his shock.

As they came through the door his ever-cynical uncle straightened his back and John saw his hand twitch as Derek fought down a salute.

Now one could reasonably think this reaction to be caused by him. John was the future saviour of humanity who Derek had served under before traveling to the past after all.

Even his mother could justify such action. Her determination and drive, her very presence, demanded respect.

But no, it was neither of them who caused such a strange response from his uncle. It was the man who followed them in that did it.

The tall, one-eyed man had saved him and his mother when a pair of Terminators had surprised them in a Wal-Mart parking lot of all places. John had no idea what that axe he used to decapitate that first Terminator was made of but he sure as hell wanted one.

The three of them had piled into the truck to escape as the second Terminator rounded on them with a pair of machine pistols.

When the man started cursing under his breath about running into more killer robots, obviously answers were wanted all around.

For several long minutes silence reign. Then John's female Terminator protector stepped forward.

"Hello General Harris," Cameron said before the cyborg crushed her lips on the surprised one-eyed man's.

John's jaw dropped.