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Can you tell me how we got in this situation
I can't seem to get you off my mind
All these ups and downs they
They trip up our good intentions
Nobody said this was an easy ride

--Jon McLaughlin "Human"

"I'm fine!" John snapped at Cameron for the third time.

"You've lost two ounces of blood." She replied emotionless, obviously stating that he was, in fact, not fine. They had been on one of what John liked to call their "daily adventures" (said with as much sarcasm as possible) when John had been shot in his right arm. Cameron and his mother had both been too preoccupied and were unable to warn him or push him out of the way of the speeding bullet. John and Cameron were now in the back of Sarah's jeep, with Sarah speeding towards the house.

"Let Cameron stop the bleeding." Sarah told her son. "We can do more when we reach the house." John pressed his left hand over the wound.

"I said I was fine." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"He's stubborn." Cameron said to no one in particular.

"I know." Sarah muttered as John rolled his eyes at Cameron's bluntness.

"Take off your shirt." Cameron commanded suddenly.

"W-What?" John stuttered.

"Take off your shirt." Cameron repeated as if what she was asking was the most normal thing in the world. "I need to wrap it around the wound to try and stop the bleeding." John shook his head.

"No."

Cameron stared unblinkingly at John for a moment before grabbing the hem of her shirt.

"Then we'll use mine." She went to lift her shirt, when John stopped her.

"No. It's fine." He said quickly. "You can use mine." He didn't trust himself to see Cameron without a shirt on. He'd been down that road before, and all it led to was many sleepless nights and fantasies that he should not be having about his terminator protector. He had recently been forcing himself to think of her as nothing but a machine, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. There were times when she seemed so…

human.

John released the hold he had on his right arm before quickly removing his shirt. Then immediately, his hand went back over the wound. Cameron stared at his bare chest in a way that made him overly self conscious. He wondered what thoughts, if any, were going through her head, or if she was simply calculating something like she did most of the time. Her right hand reached towards his body, and he briefly thought she was going to touch his chest. His heart beat faster and he cursed under his breath because he knew her hearing was hypersensitive. The last thing he needed was for her to question him about it. Her hand, however, went to clasp the hand that he had placed over his wound.

"You have to let go." She told him. He flinched away from her.

"I can do it myself." He said. His voice had lost the harshness to it, mainly because of the way her hand felt on top of his. He was surprised that there was actual warmth radiating from it.

"I could use force." Cameron threatened him. John had no doubt that she could, but he also knew that the more he moved the more blood he would lose, and Cameron wouldn't risk that. He smiled arrogantly.

"Go for it." He taunted. Cameron's brows wrinkled slightly in confusion, amazed that he had caught on to her trap. He could've swore he saw a faint smirk cross her lips before she leaned towards him, his shirt grasped tightly in her hand.

"What are you doing?" He asked defensively.

"Close your eyes." She whispered. He could tell that she was trying to be commanding, but for some reason her voice carried a slightly seductive tone. It sent slight shivers down his back.

"Why do I need to—"

Before he even had time to get the full sentence out, Cameron's lips were on his own. He blinked rapidly as his brain tried to process exactly what was happening. He didn't discern the fact that she was a machine and not an actual human girl, but then again he never had. Her lips were soft just like he had imagined, but it still surprised him how gentle she was. His eyes finally closed as he gave into the kiss, and he found himself wanting to run his fingers through her hair and his fingertips down her jaw line. He went to lift his left hand, and then immediately her lips broke away from his. In no less than five seconds, she had wrapped his t-shirt tightly around his wound—too tightly in his opinion—and then she leaned back away from him, her eyes shining triumphantly.

"I tricked you." She stated emotionless. John stared at her for a moment before nodding his head. He turned to look out the window at all the houses passing by.

"Yeah." He whispered. "You did."