The terminator goes stiff almost as soon as we enter the store, the unusual behaviour making me lift an eyebrow at him, looking over his perfect posture in curiosity. His imposing frame easily stands out amongst the other shoppers around us, but his new discomfort puts me on edge, aware of his ability to determine and assess threats before I even know they're a problem. With this in mind, I place a hand on the cyborg's arm, looking up into his face in confusion.
"Everything alright?" I ask him, meeting his emotionless stare as he turns it on me.
"Yes." He replies bluntly, still not having quite grasped the balance between using relative information and speaking as briefly as is necessary.
"You sure? You're very tense." I probe, heading further into the shop with him, going to the section I need.
"I am positive." The terminator responds, following me, his eyes scanning the aisles as we move, the careful turn of his head still not quite natural yet, still a little automated.
"If you say so." I roll my eyes at his answers, choosing to ignore his obvious tenseness and start rifling through the racks of clothes, needing to find something to replace a couple of my old shirts.
"I did." Uncle Bob intones, standing over me, his large build hovering over me like a worried mother might fuss over her child.
It's not long before I get fed up with his presence so close to me, the terminator watching my every move, the precision in his gaze making me antsy. He shadows me around, staring at the people around us until they hastily walk away, his unnerving glare usually quite welcoming, though today it is just irritating me. After ten minutes or so, I turn to him, a small scowl etched into my face.
"Can you drop the hostile act? There's no need for it." I tell him, looking him in the eye.
"I am not sure what you mean." The T-800 frowns, cocking his head, a habit he picked up from me a few weeks ago. Usually, I find it flattering, cute, almost. But now it annoys me.
"I mean you need to stop acting like my bodyguard. It's totally safe here! You don't need to scare people off when they come within five metres of us." I clarify, gesturing to the area around us.
"Why? There is a possibility they may pose a threat to you. It is my objective to keep you safe." Bob recites, face going blank again.
Sighing in exasperation, I briefly close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose frustratedly.
"There isn't any threat, Bob. We're fine, ok?" I try to reassure him, "Just back off a bit, yeah?"
Frowning again, the cyborg nods and steps back, standing by a display of mannequins, his body going still, almost as if trying to blend in with them. Letting out a breath, I turn back to the racks and continue browsing the items there, picking out a shirt and inspecting it, my head cocked to the side, a frown playing at my expression as I consider it.
"Not your colour." A voice behind me suddenly speaks up.
Frowning properly now, I turn to face the newcomer, lowering the shirt as I give them a once-over, checking for any danger they may pose. Finding none, I relax slightly as the red-head smiles at me, showing me he means no harm, his blue eyes straying over my form with no particular subtlety.
"Oh? And what makes you say that?" I reply guardedly, my body moving to face him properly.
The guy shrugs, grinning at me.
"I don't think it will work with your hair, that's all." He tells me, coming to stand beside me, picking out another shirt from the rack, "This, on the other hand…"
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Terminator Imagines
FanfictionImagines and one-shots from my Tumblr account that I thought I'd upload here😁 there are some for the T-800 and the T-1000, so enjoy! Requests on my Tumblr account are currently open if you want me to write anything! (Cover image is not mine...if an...