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"Shut up, you know you want to." (Utter Silence) "Ha! thought so."

When she first laid eyes on him, it was bittersweet. She couldn't help searching his tiny features for the grim determination that would someday make him the hero and leader of mankind.

It was red and mewling and she found her purpose for being. His little hand flailed in obvious need of her attention. All her emotions wrapped around this one little boy. His face would be the one constant and she would hold him and reassure him in this strange world.

She stroked the nose that belonged to Kyle and though his eyes were a thundering gray now, she knew that they would be green like hers. Only they would have the sweetness and kindness that Kyle, in his darkest hours had not been able to suppress.

He curled his tiny body seeking her warmth. Sarah cradled him cooing over him because in a few years she would not be able to hug him, in a few years she would be his Amazonian mother who could take apart an AK-47 but forget her son's birthday.

At least that's what he thought. Odd boy but hers nonetheless.

So began her tradition of watching him sleep. She counted his breaths and fingered the downy brown hair covering his head. "John. John Connor. I will always…" she didn't see the need to continue. She would always do anything for her son, anything.

Sixteen years later and she was still watching him sleep, counting his breaths and thanking God for sending her Kyle first and now Derek. Whatever else happened at least she would not be alone in defending him. He popped open an eye and sat up his hand to his chest in fright. "I hate when you do that." He exclaimed annoyed.

Sarah ran her hand through his dark locks and cupped his face. His green orbs wide and unsure of what had prompted this change in his normally controlled mother. She smiled and it was sad because he was beginning the path to his destiny and there was nothing she could do about it.

"I'll make you pancakes." She replied and got up from his bed. She halted in the corridor turning back to see what would take her place and watch over him as he slept.

Cameron entered and closed the door behind her. Sarah sighed but made breakfast aware that the cyborg was probably kneeling next to his bed, her hand caressing her son's hair.