Owner	Pose
Sarah Connor	Sarah was awake downstairs. John was upstairs, probably sleeping. Just as well. She had a lot to go over. Damn but the french fries really were great. Too bad she didn't the cheese to make them! She'd already done her nightly cleaning of the weapons, and was considering doing a second go. Instead she poured herself the last cup of coffee and sat at the table, stirring it while she stared out into the back yard.
John Connor	John had been up his room, but he wasn't asleep. He had been thinking about things, their lives, the future, it was a lot to handle, especially for a sixteen year old boy. Walking down the hall, he tried to move without disturbing Cameron, who was likely in her room, doing whatever the hell it was she did while they slept. He wore flannel pyjama bottoms, white socks, and a blue t-shirt, the kind of clothes he would wear while sleeping. As he made his way down the stairs, he deliberately made enough noise that his mother wouldn't be spooked. Spooking her at this hour was a bad idea. "Mom," he called out, in his voice, before he turned the corner, "what are you doing still up?"
Sarah Connor	For John, she manages a true smile. "Come here and give me a hug." That was a treat. The older he got, the less she felt able to treat him the way she wished. "I've got the last coffee, sorry. Tell you what, I'll split it with you." She nodded with her chin that he should get a mug to share with her. "I've been thinking." And she pulled out a card with a name in it. Clark Kent, a reporter. What was she thinking talking to him??
John Connor	John walked over to where she sat, leaned in, arms going around her, and he gave her a hug. He was already past the age where he would just go up and give her a hug whenever he felt like it. Now, it was at her request, or when he saw that she really needed it, or he did. They were far rarer as he was getting older. And he definitely had been fighting against her authority, as all kids did as they grew up, but with John, he was starting to show the signs of leadership. He was his own man. After the hug, he walked over, opening a cabinet and mulling out another coffee mug, and the turkey baster from the drawer. Pouring coffee out of a mug was a recipe for spillage. The turkey baster was far more efficient about it. Returning, he came back to suck some into the baster, then poured it into his own mug, and would repeat until their mugs were about equal. When she said that, he gave her a look. He would have made a joke about Pinky and the Brain, he had one on the tip of his tongue, but he could read a room. She wasn't the right audience for that. "Oh?" Is all he said, as he sat down with his own cup of coffee now.
Sarah Connor	Her hug didn't last very long. For Sarah, she was worried that she would make him soft when he needed to be tough. But, oh! She wanted to hide him away from his destiny, and smother him with love.. She knows that maybe he can't understand it right now, but the most important, *loving* thing she can do for him is keep him at arms distance, and be strict. Oh, but she hopes that someday he will figure it out. She nods as she picks up her coffee mug. "And I didn't tell you, but I met somebody a few days ago as well. I almost threw it away. Instead.." Instead, she kept his card.
John Connor	John Connor was never going to be the ultimate soldier. He wasn't going to be the commando who could take out a brigade of troops with nothing but a handgun and a boat load of ammunition. He was a thinker. He was a General in the future. And he needed to know what he was going to spend his life fighting for. So, the few hugs, those precious moments of normalcy, were cherished by him. He just wouldn't admit it. "Met somebody..." he repeated, raising a single eyebrow. The phrasing suggested that she met a guy. John had always supported her relationships, wanting her to know some happiness, like she had with Charley Dixon, although that hadn't gone as well as anyone had hoped, and knowing her, she met somebody who was a lead on some place they had to blow up.
Sarah Connor	"Two someone's. And not that way!" Sarah gave a short lived laugh. "No. This was different. Like he was not who he pretends to be, yet he was. I can put my finger on it. As for the other one, he lied about who he was as much as I did." Which was a lot. "By the time we parted, he was more truthful. He's got friends who include Steve, and better known as Captain America. And Bruce. If you could get on tbem? I'd appreciate it."
John Connor	He listened to his mother. There was no judgement in his eyes or body language. He was supportive of her in every way. He may disagree from time to time, but they were family. He wasn't quite sure what she was getting at, but nodded his head when he did understand. And then the ball dropped. He understood who Captain America was. Historical figures, who also happened to be living, were like that. And when she mentioned Bruce in relation to Captain America, he put two and two together, "So, you met two Avengers, Captain America, also known as Steven Grant Rogers, and the Hulk, also known as Dr. Robert Bruce Banner? What do you need to know about them, or is this just, dig up everything I can find?"
Sarah Connor	"Good boy." Sarah smiled, and drank up the remainder of her coffee. "They're not persons of interest.." Yet. "But we can't let anyone go without a check. First of all, check on Clint Barton. And find out anything you can about Clark Kent." She rose and put her mug into the sink. "Ok?" She came over and planted a kiss on the top of his head. "And don't stay up all night. Goodnight."
John Connor	John noted the third name, Clint Barton. It didn't ring a bell, but unlike the other two people she had named, Barton's identity wasn't publicly known, and he wore a mask when among the Avengers. "Are Barton and Kent in relation to the Avengers, or is this something different?" Yeah, she asks him to research random people with nothing to go on but a name, and then has the gall to suggest he not stay up all night. Well, there was one solution, but his mother probably wouldn't approve. If he brought Cameron onto this, he could get some sleep.
Sarah Connor	All Sarah did was smile, very enigmatically. Which means she did some work on her own. That she doesn't specify 'No Cameron' means she is leaving it to him. "Four o'clock maximum. I mean it." Which means he has a little bit of wiggle room around 4, but she would probably be up by five.(She didn't sleep well these days.) "Good night." And she was off.