Terminator 2 (Uncle Bob x Reader)

Truths..

Your pov.

As, me John and sarah and the terminator drove in silence little did I know. The Terminator was rearranging his files , in order of most importance. For some strange reason he kept putting the "Y/n" folder , ( the file containing the little bit of information he knew about me ) at the top, in front of all the other files . He put this off as a feeling of urgency to complete his mission, but his analytical brain told him it was bigger than that.

"Pull in here, we have to ditch this car". Sarah said breaking the silence, the terminator nodded and pulled into , an old gas station with , a sign on the window that said closed . I watched as the terminator drove around the building to the back where the garage was putting the car in park. Me , John and The Terminator both stepped out of the car, I watched in amazement as the terminator broke the lock off the garage door and opened it up so sarah could drive the car in.

​ I didn't move until I felt a hand grab me by my sleeve and pull me into the garage. making me look up to see it was the terminator.

"hey, watch it lug nuts". I said, before walking inside the terminator by my side.

​Me and the terminator looked at each other, the terminator was shot-up and bleeding . And I had a vicious slash through my shoulder , which had soaked up my sleeve with blood.

"You look like homemade shit". I told the terminator.

"So do you ". He said, as John approached us .

"here , I found this in the office, it should help Y/n's wound". John said , setting the first aid kit on a nearby table. The Terminator turned to look at me.

"take your shirt off ". He said , making my eyes widen.

"What?". I said , my eyes still wide.

"I have to disinfect your wound , and sew it up". He replied .

making me nod , blushing as I took off my shirt good thing I was wearing a bra , before I sat down on a stool in front of the table. The Terminator moving to stand beside me, suturing my wound with some fine wire from the winding alternator. Using a pair of needlenose pliers , he gently with a delicate hand drew the needle through my skin .

A strange feeling overwhelmed me as he did this, his fingers brushed against my skin every once in while.And every time it happened, a warm , tingling feeling spread through my body, like goosebumps.

"you Do know what your doing, right?". I asked , looking at the terminator .

"I have detailed files on human anatomy". He replied, as I noticed Sarah watching him with a glare , probably not liking the way he was close me..

"I bet,makes you more of an efficient killer , right". She said , making the terminator nod.

"Correct". He replied , making Sarah's glare just deepen.

​Then the terminator finished, tying off my stitches neatly. Then he went over to the window , as if to assume his post. But I stopped him on his way over.

"wait, a sec lugnut, you have enough bullets in you to build a small ship ,sit down on the stool and sarah will stitch you up". I said, not noticing sarah give me a glare.

the terminator shrugged and followed my orders, obediently sitting on the stool and shrugged off his jacket . I took the jacket off his shoulders , and he pulled off his tight gray muscle shirt, the type body builders wear . I then held up his jacket to the light , John watching me sitting in another chair.

"Does it hurt when you get shot ?". I asked placing the jacket down.

"I sense injuries , the data could be called pain". He replied , as sarah glared at him digging a pair of pliers into his back getting the bullets out.