they agreed on john riding with (y/n), despite the terminator's protests because he's "john's protector". (y/n) fought with john over who was in front, but it was settled once she pointed out what happened the last time john had drove.

she revved up her bike and followed the terminator to the mental hospital.

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they pulled up to a stop a few yards away from the mental hospital. john looked at the terminator from the back of (y/n)'s bike.

"why did we stop now?"

"now, you gotta promise me you're not gonna kill anyone, right?" he said, resting his head on (y/n)'s back and watching him.

"right." the terminator agreed, not making eye contact with john.

"swear?" (y/n) added, cocking her head to the side.

he now turned to face them. "what?"

"just put up your hand and say 'i swear i won't kill anyone," (y/n) shrugged, lifting up her own arm. she watched as the terminator lifted up his hand and repeated the sentence.

"alright, let's go." john said and tightened his arms around (y/n)'s waist.

they drove to the gate, (y/n) and john's motorcycle pulling behind the terminator's to the right.

"visiting hours are 10 to 4, monday through friday." the man at the gate explained in a tired voice.

(y/n) placed down her kickstand and leaned forward on her motorcycle. john stood up to watch the terminator.

the terminator pulled out his gun and shot the poor man in the foot. he collapsed to the ground with a scream.

(what the hell are you doing?" john demanded from behind his motorcycle. he spread his arms in question to why he was shooting people.

"you son of a bitch, you shot me!" the guy on the ground wailed. the terminator slammed his fist through the glass of the command center and pressed a button, opening the gate.

john hopped back on the bike behind (y/n), still looking at the terminator with wide eyes.

"he'll live." the terminator announced, getting back on his bike. they drove past the gate, one step closer to getting john's mom.

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they sat in the elevator waiting to go up. (y/n) had a bad feeling about this. "hey, john?"

"yeah?" he asked, making eye contact with her. he was practically bouncing with anticipation to see his mom after all this time.

"if, uh, if we don't make it through this..." she trailed off and smashed her lips against john's. his fingers curled into her shirt like he'd never see her again.

they'd already gotten used to doing this kind of thing in front of the terminator. it's not like he had any real emotions toward it. he just stared at the door and ignored them.

they separated and took a soft breath, still holding each other. john's hands rested loosely, now, on her waist, (y/n)'s trailed through his hair, finally dropping to his shoulders while her thumb traced circles on his neck.

the door opened and the terminator stepped out first. she leaned to give john a quick peck and then stepped out behind the terminator.

"no!" there was the infamous sarah connor, on the ground in front of the terminator, scrambling away screaming. she turned and ran, looking back at him in horror as she turned the corner.

"mom, wait! mom!" john called and began running towards her.

"hey, wait up!" (y/n) tried to call, but it probably wasn't very helpful. she picked up her speed to a slow jog behind john.

they turned a corner and watched sarah connor get pummeled by a mental hospital employee.

"holy shit!" (y/n) halted to a stop while two other employees held her down.

"help her!" john yelled at the terminator.

"wait here." the terminator said, holding his arm out to block the two from going any further.

"he'll kill us all!" ms. connor screamed over and over at the men, but they didn't listen.

the terminator walked over and slammed the employees though the glass in a door, against the wall, and against the glass on the other wall. one lady tried to punch him, but he grabbed her by the face and pushed her 10 feet backwards.

john came running towards her. (y/n) stopped awkwardly next to the terminator and fumbled in her pocket for a cigarette to calm her nerves.

"mom! hey, mom!" john got her attention away from the terminator for a second. she looked at him, looked back to the terminator and (y/n), and looked at john again.

"come with me if you want to live." the terminator offered his hand to the woman. (y/n) lit her cig and watched sarah stare with wide eyes like a cornered animal.

"it's okay, mom, they're here to help. they're here to help." he reassured her. sarah took his hand and stood.

the four turned around to see the t-1000 on the other side of the barred door. he simply phased through it with no difficulties, other than his gun getting jammed for a moment.

the terminator raised his gun, but (y/n) stopped him. "you guys go. i got it." she stepped forward, bounced on her toes, and flicked her wrists a few times. on the last flick of her wrist, her arms all the way up to her elbow became long metal knives.

"go." the terminator said and the remaining two sprinted down the corridor, the terminator following them with a fast and heavy walk.

the last thing john saw of his girlfriend was her charging the t-1000, arms raised as she prepared for them to clash with his.

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