Summary: Sarah has had reacquiring nightmares for several months, all in which John is killed by a Terminator from the future. With her paranoia getting the best of her, Sarah leaves Charley and takes John away before heading to Raccoon City, unaware of the danger they would face there.

Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom© and Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles belongs to FOX Network. I make no profit from writing this and am only doing it because it's fun and enjoyable.

Pairings: Undecided

Rating M- For Language and Violence. Expect Blood, Gore, and Lots of Swearing.

//-/Author Note/-//

Hello! The Cursed and Torn, at your service! Now, most of you are probably wondering what I am doing writing another story seeing as a said I was going to work only on three, those being selected on the poll I set up barely over two weeks ago? Well, I never did say that I wasn't going to create new stories, now did I? And besides that, I noted that nobody had put up a Resident Evil Crossover with Terminator or the Sarah Connor Chronicles, which I see as a complete disappointment. My mind was already filled with ideas for the possibilities for a story on them when I first joined the site, and the year or so I spent before hand reading off this site.

That, and I've broken the proverbial barrier to any future possible crossovers regarding this. Anyway, I don't plan on continuing this for a while, and will only work on it in my spare time. If I find the time to update, I'll update. Otherwise, this is going to have to wait. I also would like to know what you as my readers think of this idea. This officially is my first crossover fic, and while I have written others beforehand, I have never actually published anything until now.

So to put an end to this little note, or excessive waste of time, whichever way you want to look at it, remember to hit the review button on the bottom and give me some feedback. Criticism is especially welcomed and not only encouraged, but wanted. I'd like to know what you as my readers think, so that I may make possible improvements later on.

Well, I guess that all for now. Read and enjoy. :P

Chapter 1- The Move

Dixon Residence; 7: 35AM, April 25th, 1999.

Sarah Connor stared aimlessly out the window of her bedroom, watching as the morning proceedings of everyday life passed by her eyes. Children getting ready for school, parents escorting said children to their school buses, and husbands and wives sharing a moment of love in an embrace before heading off to their respective roles as a provider and/or homemaker.

This was the life of average folks, of men and women whom found love, married, had children, and worked. They would one day see their children off to college or into the workforce, get married, and have children of their own. They would spoil their grandkids rotten, telling them funny stories of their parent's youth before they would eventually die, a life of fulfillments and good deeds marking their path to the Lord.

A life that Sarah had been denied since she was barely eighteen years old.

She frowned as the events of May 12th, 1984 played in her mind.

A Terminator, a machine sent from the post apocalyptic world following the events of Judgment Day, was sent to kill her. Her, Sarah Jeanette Connor, for giving birth to a son she had yet to conceive for becoming the savior of humanity, for becoming the legendary John Connor, the only man, being, on the planet that Skynet feared above all others. It was bittersweet thought.

From John Connor, the world would be saved. Skynet would be defeated, and humanity will regain its right on the planet, once again asserting dominance on the land. Earning the right yet again to prosper, to grow, and more importantly, to live.

And all it required was the death of two-thirds of the worlds entire population and a painstakingly difficult war. Both of which she had thought ended four years previously through the destruction of Cyberdyne Systems.

Sarah visibly grimaced at the events that had transpired those two days.

On June 8th, 1995, she had escaped her room within the Pescadero State Hospital, holding Dr. Silberman, the man whom she blamed for the three years she spent out of her son's life, hostage. She was sorely tempted at the time to just inject the cleaner into his neck, more or less either killing him or putting him in terrible amounts of pain. He broke loose from her hold due to one of the guards sneaking up on her before she took off.

It was when she was nearly free, when she was that much closer to getting John in her arms again when the machine, the one that had killed her one and only love, Kyle, appeared before her, his face set in stone as he stared down at her. She could almost see the cold calculating look in his eyes, even under the shade of his sunglasses, as he looked down at her.

And then, to her immense surprise and shock, he saved her. He took out all the guards surrounding her, knocking them all unconscious before he directed his eyes at her. Still cold and unfeeling, but there was a spark there, something that she could describe as almost…human.

He had saved her, her and John.

He stretched his hand down to her.

"Come with me if you want to live."

It was the same thing Kyle had said to her those ten long years ago. To hear them again brought a feeling of nostalgia. For a moment, one brief moment, she fooled herself into believing that the figure before her was human. That it understood emotions, felt them. That it wasn't a machine.

She took his hand.

The spark that she saw was gone the moment she had righted herself, the machine's face masked in a look of indifference and neutrality. She would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious. To think, for one inconceivable moment, that she believed that machine here was human, felt things like she and John did.

The mental hospital must have had some sort of lasting affect on her she had quickly surmised.

She believed that the spark, that little shred of humanity that for a second shinned in the machine's eyes were nothing more then a trick of the light shinning from the moon.

Nothing more, nothing less.

That was until the following day, in the factory as it fought to the death against the T-1000.

From what she was told by Kyle, Skynet was ruthless in its onslaught against humans. But it also had a sense of preservation. It wanted to live. It wanted to survive. This was only confirmed when she learned that Skynet shot the United State's nuclear warheads as retaliation for them attempting to 'unplug' it.

It had gained independence, a depth of feeling much like humans. It wanted to live, it wanted to prosper. Skynet wanted to thrive.

So why not allow its creations to feel, want the same thing?

It was that night, of June 9th that she had gained her answer.

Because unlike Skynet, they were created for a purpose. And for that purpose, they were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.

A sacrifice that up until John's birth, Sarah would have never been willing to make. This machine, the T-800, 'Uncle Bob' as John had dubbed him, was willing to make that sacrifice.

She was right, that afternoon in the outskirts of Mexico. He would always be there for him. And he would die, to protect him.

She didn't think of the effect it would have on John, knowing that Bob, this machine, was the closest thing to a real father that he had ever had. He was in tears upon the T Unit's request of Sarah to lower him into the vat of molten metal, knowing full well that so long as he continued to exist, Judgment Day was inevitable. Sarah didn't contradict him at any point, but she knew, on some level, they both knew, what the T-800 was really doing.

He was doing what any real loving father would do. Make a better life for their children.

He knew in preventing Judgment Day, he was preventing his own creation. He wouldn't exist.

And he didn't care. His purpose was to protect John. And he did that. The threat was over, the T-1000 was destroyed. He had no other purpose. Yet, he knew John would continue to be in danger in the future. He knew the future, and in a show of independence decided to change it.

For not only John's benefit, but for humanity's.

It during that moment, as he was swallowed by the molten fire that would become his grave, that the spark returned to his eye. That spark that looked so human, so real.

That spark was the last thing Sarah saw of him as Bob was consumed by the flames, dying in a single act of selflessness, to ensure the safety of her son.

A snort released itself from her throat.

She thought of 'he' and 'him' instead of 'it'. She found this amusing and disorienting.

Bob was the first machine she had thought as human, or the closest thing to it.

Probably be the only one too.

Drawing the curtains closed, Sarah made her way out of her fiancé's room, entering the small hallway before walking down to her son's room.

It was a Monday, meaning that John had school, and she was entirely grateful that today of all days John decided to skip. Normally, she would have forced him to go, just like any good mother would, but not today. Not after what she dreamed, not after what she saw in said dream.

'And its not like school is going to be of any use to him. With Judgment Day on the way, how important is it to know

"John?"

Sitting up in his bed instantly, John fumbled with the magazine in his hand, dropping it on the floor before he looked up at his mother, his headphones sliding off his head as tried to get his bearings, Incubus' Pardon Me playing loudly through them.

"Mom?"

She adopted a sad expression. It had nothing to do with her own personal feelings, as it was more for John's sake then her own.

"We can't stay here John. Its not safe."

She grimaced somewhat as John leaned forward in his bed, his green eyes sparking as he took a stubborn stance.

"Not safe? Not safe from who?"

Sarah bit on her lower lip, gnawing it between her teeth as she tried to find an acceptable answer to his question. Saying that machines, Judgment Day, and anything to do with his role as leader of mankind would not appease him. He believed firmly that the events of Cyberdyne Systems had stopped it. She on the other hand was not as sure.

She released a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"John…"

He sat straighter, his posture taking on that of an experience leader. John Connor, the Future Leader of the Human Resistance now stood in place of her son. "No. Mom, we can stop running. Its over, Judgment Day, Skynet, its over. No more machines, no more war, no more worries. We can finally live in peace."

His posture slacken slightly, and the fire that had ignited in his eyes disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. Her son, the fifteen year old John Connor now stood before her as he shuffled uncomfortably in his bed.

"Besides, you just can't leave Charley like that. He's a nice guy, and you love him."

Sarah bowed her head, staring down at her feet, trying hard not to let the smile spreading across her face be seen by John.

Love? Charley? She had loved anybody, let alone a man, in over a decade, aside from John, and that wasn't going to change just because she met a decent man whom made an honest living. Of course, she knew where John had probably gotten the idea from, as her thumb absentmindedly ran across the ring that Charley had given her just a month previously.

Yes, Charley was a brilliant man, a loving individual whom would ideally be the perfect husband and father that she and John needed in their lives.

But she wasn't looking for a husband. She was looking for a means of normalcy for John, something that he could hold on to in the later years to come. Staying with Charley, agreeing to marry him, it was all for John's benefit, not hers.

And she wasn't about to tell him that. Not now, not ever.

"Pack your things John. One bag. Grab the guns."

He looked fit to argue once again, and Sarah, knowing that she would probably cave, did the one thing that she knew that would get John to agree with her.

Making her way across the room, she stopped short of John's bed before bending down and kissing John on the forehead, offering him a sad smile.

"Please?"

Immediately John put his head down, his cheeks flushing before he mumbled his consent to his mother's demands.

Normally, Sarah felt bad, horrible for playing with her son's affections. She knew that she wasn't the best caregiver in the world, no, scratch that, she was utter crap at being a mother, let alone a good one. A prime example of this would be the fact that even now, after fifteen years, John didn't feel comfortable with hugging her or receiving any forms of endearment from her. Though he craved it like a man craved water in a desert, to receive at any given time, would just overload him. He'd freeze up or flush a red hue before he attempt, awkwardly, to return the gesture.

This happened to be one of the times he just freeze up. And while she felt a little guilty, she deemed it necessary. John was her life, the one piece of rational in the world built solely on insanity. Without him, she can't, couldn't function.

And though she wouldn't admit to anyone, it made her feel good when she good give John a hug or peck on the cheek or forehead. She loved how she could express her love for him through the simple gestures that her mother had done for her during her youth.

Running her hand through his hair a bit, Sarah promised to do this as often as she could seeing the utter contentment on John's face.

Stopping for the moment, Sarah pressed another kiss to John's temple before she stood up.

"Start packing."

Turning on her heel, she made her way out of his bedroom. Stopping short at the doorframe, she turned her head around, seeing John still in a slight daze.

"I'll make pancakes."

She smiled as John immediately started to get to work.

Interstate 70; 4: 54PM, 477 Miles Out of Los Angeles…

It had been about an seven hours since they had left the confines of Los Angeles, now just outside the borders of California and in the ones of Nevada. During the duration of the entire trip, John had stayed eerily silent throughout the entire drive, and Sarah was slightly irked by it.

She knew that leaving Charley would've been much easier for then John, but she had hoped this wouldn't have changed their already rocky relationship. Coming into his teenage years, she knew John would become slightly rebellious, more so then his preteen years. Though she was expecting far worse attitude then what she was getting, Sarah was still slightly upset by the fact that John couldn't see that she was trying to protect him.

Taking a glance at him, Sarah found John staring absently out the passenger window, watching as several cars, trucks, and other vehicles pass by. While he wasn't scowling, he was smiling either.

It was what he liked to call his 'neutral' expression. John said it was so people wouldn't be able to read him as easily.

Sarah called it brooding.

Catching something out of the corner of her, Sarah raised her fist before hitting John square, jarring him from his thoughts.

At his angry glare, Sarah shrugged her shoulders before asking more then stating, "Bug slug?"

Whirling his head to the side, John found an old fashioned Beetle Volkswagen not to far behind them.

Mumbling under his breath, John took his former position in his seat, staring determinedly out his window.

Barely able to restrain the sigh that wanted to escape her throat, Sarah returned her attention to the road.

It was approximately five minutes later when the silence was once again broken.

"Mom? Where are we going?"

Sarah felt a smile blossom on her face.

No matter what John said, she knew he couldn't stay mad at her for long. She had his best interests at heart and he knew that. Same could be said to her. She didn't know how many times she wanted to stay mad at John for some of trivial things he did, both as a teenager and a child, but could never summon the strength too.

"Midwest. We're going to a place called Raccoon City."

John's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Raccoon City?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Sarah gave John a contemplative look. "It's a small city, the population barely over 100,000. Its governed mostly by the company that founded it. Company's name is Umbrella Chemical Inc."

John nodded his head in understanding. "I've heard of Umbrella. It focuses on cosmetics, consumer products, and food. Statistically, about nine out of ten homes all over the world own something manufactured by Umbrella."

Sarah nodded her head a bit, showing that she had heard what her son had said. Though she already knew this, seeing as she did her homework beforehand, it still felt nice to know that John did a little research as well.

After a few minutes of silence, Sarah jerked slightly as she felt a solid fist collide with her arm.

Turning her questioning gaze to John, he smiled in return.

"Bug slug."

Looking in the rearview mirror, Sarah felt another smile spread across her lips as she saw another 1967 Volkswagen Beetle behind them, slowly disappearing from sight.

"Yeah…bug slug…"

Stepping on the gas a bit more, Sarah felt a small level of melancholy as they passed by a sign indicating that Raccoon City was twenty miles away. A new city, a new home, and a new identity. A perfectly normal turn of events for her and John she quickly surmised. This was their life. To run and keep running.

She had now idea how soon it was all going to end.