I own nothing but the plot.

Be warned: this story is absolute AU - characters are deliberately different that the ones in the show (not completely, but mainly). If you don't like it - don't read it. There are enought dark stories out there so I'm trying with a one, which won't have any big battles, strategic decisions, death... Its only goal is to amuse with humor, hurt/comfor/romance.

As you all can see in my profile, I'm not a native speaker, so please, don't be too harsh due to many grammatical and spelling errors. None of my stories have been beta-ed, so, every single mistake is mine exclusively.

Finally, I didn't believe I would be writing a new story after so many years. Yeah, I did some writing 10 years ago, but since then, no new stories emerged from under my keyboard. So, my skills are probably quite rusty. lol

Chapter 1

»Why did I even bother to accept this stupid idea of yours?" Stuttered John Connor and tried desperately to catch a bottle, which he just overturned, before the contents would be completely spilled and wasted. But, unfortunately the alcohol already spoke its own voice and instead of catching it, he managed to forward the unfortunate bottle further from the table to the floor where it crashed with a loud crack and dissolved in thousand shards. "Shit! Now all the good whisky is gone! And there was still soooo much in the bottle!" He cursed miserably and looked with sad eyes at the whisky, which was now spilling over the floor instead of being safely tucked in in his stomach.

Derek Reese giggled drunkenly and tried desperately not to fall off his chair as he looked at John, who was at the moment bending forward to grab the broken bottle. But, the future savior of mankind was quite wobbly on his feet and also his sitting position on the chair was not exactly stable, so this action failed miserably and ended with him flailing his arms helplessly before settling face down on the floor. "Damn! Why did it have to happen exactly now? And how am I supposed to get back up now?"

Derek howled wildly with laughter and tilted aside to see what John was doing on the floor. The fact, that he emptied a significant number of bottles, containing alcoholic beverages this evening, and therefore his balance wasn't exactly the best, resulted in him accompanying John on the floor. "Hey, general! How are things down here? Did you find anything interesting?" His words dissolved in helpless giggling.

"Besides you, Derek, and few shards … nothing. No whisky, nothing to satisfy my thirst. How are we going to get up now? I counted on you to help me, but as I see, you're even worse than me. Damn! Now we have a serious problem. How was it … Oh, yeah … I remember now … grasp the table firmly and then pull myself up! If I only knew where this shitty table edge was!" Troublesome he managed to bring himself in a somehow half-sitting position, wiggled dangerously and looked glassy towards Derek, who also managed to bring himself halfway up into sitting position.

They both remained so for a few minutes, peering and smirking foolishly at each other. John rose his arm and tried to find the table rim with one hand, but missed it a few times. After few tries he suddenly hit it and grasped at it frantically. After calming down a bit, his other hand joined the first and he began to pull himself up with obvious effort. Few moments after the begin of this quest, he managed to stand at the table with spread legs while his knees trembled vigorously. While he supported himself on the table, he bowed his head, looked through his legs at the sitting surface of the chair … closed one eye, aimed carefully with his bottom, correcting the direction slightly to the left and after few seconds let go of the table. While falling against the chair, he prayed that trajectory was correctly plotted and after hitting the chair hard with his buttocks, he exclaimed elated: "Hey, who's the general here? I made it all by myself!" His voice carried pompousness as he would just have saved the world; however, it was quite difficult to understand the words. He looked at Derek, sitting on the floor from above and grinned self satisfied.

Derek tried to repeat what John just did, at first with little success, but after few tries he did manage to crawl onto his chair somehow. "Well, it looks like we're back in the game. Waiter! WAITER! We want another bottle!" he roared like a wild boar and tried to find a waiter without falling from the chair again.

"STOP! Enough! I don't want any more liquor! No, I CAN'T drink any more of this stuff!" John protested in disgust and underlined his words with his hand, drawing a wide arc in the air. Unfortunately he didn't see that there were still glasses on the table and he swept them all in one move from the table. "Oooh … beautiful, colorful glasses! All gone!" Giggled Derek, exploded into laughter and hit the table with his head.

The waiter came to them and just opened his mouth as the entrance door opened and slammed against the wall, causing small fragments of paint to fall to the floor. Everyone in the room turned to see who just disturbed their peaceful drinking. In the doorway stood a petite girl with long chocolate brown hair and looked around the place with her clearly annoyed narrowed brown eyes, revealing her obvious foul mood. Behind her stood another woman, a little bigger, with black hair and gazed around with raptor like eyes. John was just about to say something to the waiter, but as he saw the both women, he grinned from ear to ear: "Caaaaaam! My dearest Cam! Come here and have a drink with me!" It looked like he would instantly forget that only seconds ago he didn't want to drink another drop of alcohol. Cameron's appearance obviously changed his mind completely.

But the girl wasn't impressed at least with his words and her eyes revealed indignation over his condition and she strode towards him purposefully, walking perhaps a little bit harder than was necessary. "John, you're completely drunk! We're leaving now!" Her voice was full of hidden rage and her eyes looked at him in bad hidden anger.

However, John wasn't giving up so easily, so he contradicted vehemently: "NO! Absolutely not! I want you to have a drink with me! Please, I don't want to go yet. You're my favorite protector and I'm not allowing you to go now!"

TBC