A/N: This is the sequel to "To Feel Love." However, you don't need to be familiar with the story to understand this one.

For all of you who read "To Feel Love," thank you, and I hope you enjoy this story as much as you did that one.

If you didn't read it, there's a few key things you need to know.

Nothing after 2.13 happened. Riley, however, is dead. John knows all about Alison Young and Cameron was sent by Future-John not only to protect John, but to fall in love with him. Terminators found where John lived in Los Angeles, so they had to move. Currently, John and Cameron have confessed their love for each other and are now a couple.

Sarah, Derek, John, and Cameron are still trying to defeat Skynet.

Now, on to the story....

"I have to go back," Sarah Connor announced as she walked into the hotel room that herself, her son, and his cyborg protector currently occupied. Over the past month they had been on the run, renting a new hotel room every few days. Sarah no longer believed in staying in one place.

John and Cameron sat on the couch, thighs touching. John had his laptop open on the coffee table in front of them.

"Go back where?" John asked. There were so many possibilities to that question.

"Los Angeles," she replied quickly, opening the closet by the bathroom where they kept the guns. "Derek found The Turk in the basement of ZeiraCorp."

Before they left, Derek had made a last minute decision to stay behind and search for any information. John hadn't actually believed he would find anything.

"I'm coming with you," John told her, standing up. Sarah stopped rummaging through the closet.

"No," she said. "You and Cameron are staying here."

"I'm not staying here and doing nothing," John said. "Besides, you need Cameron."

"No," Sarah said as she stuffed a black bag full of small handguns. "You need Cameron."

As much as this was true, John wasn't going to sit idly by and wait for something to happen. He didn't want to turn on the TV one day and hear news that the fugitive Sarah Connor had been found dead.

"Keep your cell phone with you at all times," Sarah said as she walked towards the door. Before exiting she turned to face Cameron. "I know I don't have to tell you this, but don't leave his side."

Cameron nodded and John watched as his mom left.

"Tell me when she's a safe distance away," John told Cameron as soon as his mom was out the door.

"We're going after her," Cameron stated.

"Destroying the Turk is just as much my responsibility as it is hers," John replied. "More, actually."

He walked to the gun closet and opened it, but found that Sarah had taken everything.

"We have no guns."

Cameron walked over to him, peering inside the closet.

"I don't need a gun," she told him.

"No," John agreed. "But I do."

Cameron placed her hand lightly on John's left shoulder in what he assumed she meant as a comforting gesture. He placed his hand over hers and squeezed gently.

"I won't let anything happen to you," Cameron said. She dropped her hand slowly down his arm, feeling his muscles under her fingertips. For a moment John forgot breathing was something that was necessary. But then, suddenly, her fingers left his bare arm and she walked towards the window, obviously scanning for something.

"It's safe," she said. "We can go." She turned back around and walked towards the door, opened it, and walked out. She didn't look back to take one last look at the place they had been living for the past five days. John hadn't expected her to. Besides, it was probably better that way. John seemed to be the only one who cared about the places they had been. Sarah and Cameron were more concerned with where they were going and what they were going to do when they got there.

John sighed, glanced around the room, and then walked out. He walked down the off-white hall until he reached the elevator. He didn't have to wait long for the elevator to open after he pressed the down arrow. Getting in the metal box, he pressed the button labeled "G" for garage. The elevator dropped down two levels and then dinged as the door opened revealing a black Grand Cherokee with Cameron on the driver's side. John didn't even ask how she obtained the car as he climbed in the passenger side. With Cameron it was usually better not to ask questions. Instead, he just smirked.

"Nice car," he said.

"Thank you," Cameron told him as she drove out of the garage and onto the highway. John resisted the urge to laugh.

"How far is it?" he asked, trying to stay serious. Cameron blinked once before answering.

"Nine hundred and eighty-one point thirty-five miles," she said, not missing a beat.

"That will take days," John said incredulously. He hadn't realized they had traveled that far. Cameron shook her head.

"It will take sixteen point thirty-five hours if traveling at a constant speed of sixty miles per hour," she told him. John knew they didn't have that kind of time. He also knew that his mother wouldn't wait that long to a) find The Turk or b) go after the person who was in possession of The Turk.

"Sarah isn't driving there," Cameron told him, as if she had heard his thoughts. "And neither are we."

It was then that John noticed that Cameron was pulling into an airport.

"We don't have passports," John said. "And anyways, mom is a wanted fugitive. She wouldn't risk being recognized."

He didn't believe that Sarah was flying to Los Angeles.

"She's in the cargo hold of that plane," Cameron said, pointing to a large commercial airline that was currently taking off.

"That's the plan?" John asked. "Sneak into the cargo hold of a plane?"

"That's Sarah's plan," Cameron said. She pulled out two small leather folders and handed them to him. John opened them and found two passports—one for each of them. Only instead of John Connor and Cameron Phillips their names were John and Cameron Tyler. Along with the passports were two plane tickets.

John had no idea when Cameron had found the time to create passports or why she had, but he didn't ask. If she wanted him to know, she would tell him.

"Our plane leaves in fifteen minutes," she told him, getting out of the car. John followed behind her.

As they entered through the automatic sliding glass doors, John held a hand out to stop Cameron.

"Metal detectors," he said, nodding towards the two security guards standing in front of the front desk. They both held two small metal detectors in their right hands.

Cameron looked back and forth between the two men, assessing the situation. Then, she grabbed John's hand, interlaced it with her own, and walked towards them.

What the hell is she doing?, John wondered. Not that he was averse to her holding his hand. They hadn't had much time alone ever since they left Los Angeles. Although Sarah had given them her blessing, she seemed to always be around to keep an eye on the two of them.

Cameron walked gracefully forward, a smile plastered on her face. It was the same smile she had given John the very first time he met her. The same smile that made him believe she was human.

The youngest guard (he couldn't have been more than twenty-six) approached them and held out his metal detector.

"Standard procedure," he said apologetically. However, the way he looked at Cameron didn't seem like he was truly sorry about it. John wanted to punch the crap out of him, but refrained. The last thing they needed was a scene. Instead, John stood back glaring at the man who held out the metal detector in front of Cameron's face.

It instantly began beeping. He looked at her quizzically, and she remained smiling.

"I fell out of a tree," she said, as if that explained everything. The man nodded, and continued to her shoulders. The beeping didn't stop. He moved the metal detector down her arms, stomach, and legs, but the beeping never ceased.

"We were in a car accident," John said, stepping in. "Some of her bones were shattered, and she had to have metal rods put in their place."

"It sounds like you don't have the best of luck," he told Cameron, smiling.

"No," Cameron answered.

The young guard turned to John and quickly ran the metal detector across his body.

"You're clear," he said. He was speaking to John, but his eyes never left Cameron.

"Great," John said sarcastically. He grabbed Cameron's hand. "Let's go."

Cameron continued smiling at the man as they walked away. As soon as they were out of his view, her smile vanished and was replaced by her usual impassive expression.

"I can't take you anywhere," John muttered. Cameron let go of John's hand, stopped, and cocked her head to the side.

"I go wherever you go," she said, confused. John sighed.

"It's an expression," he told her, hoping that would satisfy her. It didn't. "I just meant," he started. "That everywhere you go, guys fall all over you." He lowered his voice. "I want to shoot every one of them."

"You're jealous," Cameron stated. John could swear he detected amusement in her voice.

"Yeah," John said angrily. Cameron resumed walking forward at an even pace with John.

"Thank you for explaining," she said. She reached for his hand for the second time that day. As soon as their fingers were linked, his anger faded.

"You're welcome," he told her and began heading for the gate of the plane that was now five minutes away from take-off.

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