John stayed in front of Cameron, blocking her from Allison's searching gaze. Feet stumbled as the other ran towards their commotion. "Stop it." John stated in a very clear tone. He held out his hand for her to put down the gun, but she held it steady. Her eyes were on the cyborg as she scanned over its... HER features. Slowly, she lowered the gun in disbelief. The way John was guarding it was almost sickening.

"You must be Cameron." Allison's voice had grown shakey as her eyes stared back at her. Derek fell in and let out a whistle. "Sweet Moses." Nate stated, his calm voice abnormally shaken. Kyle sighed. "What is with you naked strangers showing up in my coat?"

"You're Allison Young from Palmdale." Why did all of these strangers know where she used to live?! The cyborg's voice came out as clear as hers, yet it had something behind it. She wanted to shake her head of the thought. Cyborgs don't feel and they don't have tones. "Your dad was an architect; he taught you how to draw. Your mother was a music teacher. You used to listen to her play piano. On July..."

"I think she gets it." John murmured, still looking at Allison's shell-shocked face.

Derek looked at Allison and suddenly was very angry. He pushed her back and took her gun, aiming right at John. Kyle murmured something to Allison about "talking about this later" while taking his brother's side. They looked at him, surprised that neither of them had guessed he was a Gray.

Cameron yanked John behind her, temporarily letting loose of the jacket. It sank over one bare shoulder and Allison shivered. Too much. It was all too much. "You will not harm John Connor." Cameron's voice was dead and her eyes lit up a blue that startled the men. The looked between one another and John swore.

"Cameron, stop." She shook her head, never letting her eyes off the shocked men. "Cam," John gripped her wrist and squeezed. "Relax. Let me explain."

She looked at him finally, her eyes fading back to brown. She gave him a long look and moved back to his side, tense and ready to jump in front of a bullet if need be. John took a deep breath and looked at his uncle and father in the eye. This was getting too far. He just wanted to leave and get out of here. "She won't hurt you unless you hurt me." He looked pointedly at the guns that never moved. "She'll kill all of you." He tried again, his warnings bone-chillingly true. Cameron moved slightly, the coat barely covering the places it should.

"Put the guns down." Nate said. He looked at Connor and then the machine. Derek and Kyle were confused why he hadn't had a gun on Connor in the first place. He seemed to despise Grays more than anything. "Leave them alone. They're leaving."

John stood still, waiting for any kind of response. "Well, did you hear me?" Nate yelled. "Put them down, dammit."

Kyle gazed at the boy's bright green eyes. His heart swelled and he felt himself dropping the gun. "I just want my coat back." He managed to choke out. John sighed and yanked off his shirt, handing it to Cameron. She looked at it and took the coat off. To his distaste, everyone was staring at the curve of her torso and her lean legs. He cocked an eyebrow as people's eyes slowly made it back to him, suggesting they better cover their damn eyes. He knew Cameron's privacy should be the last of his worries, but it burned him up the way some people were staring at her.

Allison watched as her body stripped in front of everyone. She blushed crimson as she saw her three freckles on her shoulder. She blinked rapidly a few times before fainting right on Tony who just sighed in a "why me?" manor.

John threw the jacket at his father and Cameron flanked his side again, his shirt showing a bit too much leg. He wished he could just push her behind him again. "Nate is right. We're leaving. Just move on and this never happened." Kyle's eyes flashed and Derek was watching him with curiosity. He'd never seen his brother so attached to someone so soon.

"We must leave now, Mr. Connor." Catherine Weaver stated plainly. Her heavily eyelined eyes still intact as she took in the scene. John Henery walked behind her and motioned for them to follow. John grabbed Cameron's hand and pulled himself closer to Weaver.

"How can you do this, John Connor?" Derrek called out. "Betray us for machines!"

He squeezed Cameron's hand without thought. "Because I made them to help you."

And they were gone in a flash of blue light.

END PART ONE.

Whoo!

Should there be a part two? Would ya read it?!

Oh yeah. Expect the fluff next chapters and so on. ;D

I'm a Jameron(?) fan. :DDDD

I'm. Excited. ^^"