Author's Note:Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I had a huge writers block, on where this Sarah/Pops eventual love story should go. Considering Pops and Sarah will have already been in love when Kyle comes. So please, please, give me your best idea's for this story? And what should happen in the next I might have to move this story to the rated M. And Please, can someone make me a cover for the Pops/Sarah story? With Pops and Sarah on it please?

Sarah's POV

''Sarah Connor?'' My eyes flashed opened, and I gasped for air, as I suddenly found myself in an empty cot in a empty cold room. Slowly I sat up, and looked at my arms, seeing no scrapes or tears and mildew on my clothes. Looking around after a complete inspection of myself, I silently gasped, as I noticed I was back in my room at my house, back at Big Bear.

'''What the hell?'' I whispered half to myself, as I took in the scenery around me. Before I hesitantly stood to my feet, and instantly recoiled at how cold it was, spotting a mirror I slowly stepped towards it. And found myself staring, this was just as I looked like before my father was murdered before my very eyes. Was it all just a ...Dream?

''Sarah?'' I felt my heart leap as I heard my father's voice call me, looking up I smiled in joy as I saw my father leaning against my doorframe, with his playful smirk. ''I have something for you to open in the kitchen, would you please come with me?'' he asked, holding his hand out to me.

Hesitantly I took it, allowing him to pull me out my room, and down the stairs to the cabin back into the kitchen. There I saw a medium sized present sitting on the kitchen counter, with my name on it, as my Father leaned against the counter. As I stared blankly at the unopened package.

''Open it, sweetheart.'' My father encouraged me, at times like this I would have rolled my eyes, but seeing that everything was just a dream. I couldn't help but smile in response, as I quickly took the package and grabbed the ribbon holding it together.

I watched as the package opened slowly, but when I peered inside there was...nothing. My smile instantly vanished, as I heard my Dad's pained grunt. Looking at my father, I screamed ,dropping the package, as I saw the liquid metal monster, stabbing my father right through his back. I watched as my father fell to the ground lifeless, as the T-1000 let him go, before looking at me with a blank cold stare.

''Get the hell away from me you mother fucker!'' I hollered, before I grabbed the package and threw it at him, before making my way outside, trying to catch my breath, as I heard the T-1000's footsteps following me quickly. As I screamed the only thing I could.

''Pops!'' I yelled, as tears came down my cheeks, as I called for my protector. But before I could run to the docks, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me in a death grip. ''Hel-''

I was cut off as the T-1000, covered my mouth with his hand. As I struggled to get out of his grip, I noticed him shape-shift his finger into a single small blade. Before he pierced it into my arm, making me grunt in pain, clenching my teeth together so hard, I could have sworn I cracked one.

''Call to Pops.'' It ordered, as it looked at me with it's un-emotional gaze. As I just glared at him, trying to ignore the pain I was experiencing. ''Call to Pops now.'' It asked again. Spitting in his face I said the only thing I could.

''Fuck you!'' I growled, before I whimpered in pain, as the T-1000 took his finger out of my arm, before shape-shifting his whole arm into a gigantic blade. My whole world turned into darkness, as the T-1000 stabbed me through, I gasped, as fresh blood began pouring from my mouth, before I glared at the T-1000, as I fell to the ground holding my stomach.

''Sarah Connor.'' It said, and I looked up to see him smirking at me. As if he had won a billion dollars on a lottery ticket. ''Sarah Connor.'' It said once more, but this time grabbing me harshly as It began to shake me as I winced at his vice like grip. As everything around me began to swirl away. My world turning into darkness.

''Sarah Connor!'' I gasped awake, as I felt someone shoving me awake, as I accidently hit my head against the car window, grunting in pain. Before looking beside me only to see Guardian with his hand on my arm. ''you were having a nightmare?''

I silently nodded, before I sat up, and was surprised to see we were now in a different car, What the hell? How long was I out? Looking towards my Guardian for an answer, he just simply shrugged.

''I couldn't wake you up.'' He replied simply, as he put his sunglasses which were hanging on the car's mirror back onto his face. ''So I carried you to this car.'' He added, which made me look and I gasped in shock at what we had just stolen.

''A 67 Chevy Impala?'' I whispered, as he just nodded in response and kept on driving. ''not even my father could have afforded one of these.'' I admitted softly, as I gently placed a piece of my long light brown hair behind my ear. As Guardian just watched on cold stoned as usual.

''Being quite and annoying again, Hu?'' I asked, raising a brow, as Guardian just continued to drive, his eye mainly focused on the road, ahead of us. I sighed once more, before sitting up and shifting my hand towards the car radio. ''do you mind if I play something? Since my original cassette player was destroyed in the cabin?''

Guardian didn't say anything, he just simply nodded. Giving him a quick Thanks, I began to turn the radio stations, until I heard the familiar tune of my favorite song playing. Quickly I turned it up, causing Guardian to glance my way, with a single eyebrow raised.

''Sh, Shh, Shush!'' I instantly shushed him, a he opened his mouth. ''No talking when my favorite song is on!' Guardian seemed to listen, as he just rolled his eyes,before looking back at the road. As I began to sing to the song.

'''Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone!'' I sang out, ignoring Guardian's pointed glares as if to tell me to stop.

Elton John, Rocket man. Ever since I was a child I vowed I would sing my child, Rocket Man. When the song ended, we were met with silence, as the radio died. I blew a long curl out of my face, and leaned back into the seat, but not before glancing at Guardian once again.

He was...Handsome. I'd admit, with his long light brown hair which I watched blow in the cold wind. The way he could just look at someone, and make them shudder in fear and let him get away with things, like stealing, and hijacking cars.

I have always liked men who were strong, handsome and able to get away with things, but Guardian was all those things. And it always terrified me that underneath all that handsome skin was the world's most terrifying killing machine to have ever been made. But as I looked at him once again. I could feel my heart pick up.

Why did the Word's most terrifying machine, have to look so damn human? I sighed once more and looked out the car window, watching as the trees passed by. Before I slowly closed my eyes, letting the darkness take over me.