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"Oh, hello again Ms. Connor"

Before Weaver had even finished her sentence, Sarah had her Glock aimed squarely at the chest of the liquid metal machine. Weaver merely dismissed it with an amused stare.

"Really now, is that any way to treat a house guest?"

"House guest? What the hell are you talking about?" Sarah asked, her heart racing.

"Unless I'm very much mistaken, I am a guest in your house. Does that not make me a house guest?" Weaver asked smugly and coolly.

"Where's John?" Sarah asked urgently. Weaver tilted her head towards the ceiling.

"He's upstairs playing with his girlfriend and my daughter" Sarah was too riled up to notice the term girlfriend creeping in. Just as she was about to bound up the stairs, Amy emerged from…somewhere.

"Hi Sarah" she said much too happily for the situation.

"Hi Sarah? What do you mean, hi sarah? In case you haven't noticed there is a T-1001 in our living room, sitting on my couch and drinking some of my favourite coffee"

"Yeah, and there's a T-1002 standing right in front of you, but you don't hear me complaining do you?" she flashed Sarah a bright grin. It didn't work as planned however as Sarah was far too wound up to be taken in by her unending cuteness. She'd had enough.

"Alright, cut the shit. Why is that thing here and why don't you seem too bothered by it, and where the fuck is everyone else?" her grip on the Glock tightened with every word causing her knuckles to go white.

If Sarah had been paying enough attention she would have seen the look of hurt flash across Amy's face before it quickly disappeared. Also she may have taken notice of the annoyed look she was now getting from the unstoppable killing machine sitting on her couch. However she didn't notice either occurrence and continued with her anger.

"Sarah, she is here to apologise to me and to talk to John. He's upstairs with Cameron playing with Savannah, Weaver's daughter"

"Daughter?"

"Yes Ms. Connor. My daughter Savannah, she's the light of my life and I'd be lost without her" Catherine said in a flat, emotionless voice.

"She's not here to hurt anyone Sarah…" she looked pointedly at Catherine "…besides, I wouldn't let her" she said menacingly.

For some reason this made Sarah feel better and she lowered the gun before finally tucking it back in to her waistband. She gave both Weaver and Amy a glare before heading to the stairs.

John stared deep in to Cameron's eyes as she stared in to his, as if she was looking in to his very soul with her piercing gaze. Their faces were not even an inch apart as perspiration slicked John's forehead. Her cheeks had a radiant flush to them and her fake breathing grew deeper and more ragged with every passing moment. The exertion of the past few minutes caught up to John as his arm nearly slipped. Her sturdy weight beneath him however was a reassuring presence that would not let him fall this easily. He regained his composure momentarily only to be taken in by the feel of her hair tickling his hands as it fanned out beneath her. Oh how radiantly beautiful she looked in this moment. He resisted the urge to close his eyes in order to fully enjoy the feel of her body pressed so closely to his, instead choosing to take in the beauty of her chocolate brown eyes. He looked down slightly at her glisteningly moist lips, slightly parted in anticipation of what was to come.

"Are you ready?" he asked her in the gentlest voice he'd ever spoken.

At her tentative and hesitant nod, he took a deep breath and nodded.

"Left hand green" Savannah shouted at them from across the room.

Cameron gracefully and effortlessly moved her left hand to the closest green spot available on the Twister mat and returned her gaze to John with a triumphant grin on her face.

"Your turn" she said with a smile.

John shook his head while grinning like an idiot, a sweaty and uncoordinated idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. They were now positioned with Cameron beneath him facing upwards and he was on all fours perched precariously above her.

"You know this isn't fair don't you? You sort of have an advantage over me"

"Do you mean with my lithe, supple body?" she asked innocently and sweetly, but still with a mischievous glint in her eye.

John was determined not to give in to her sudden seductive mood. He could have sworn she was trying to give him a case of permanent blue balls with her constant teasing and was determined to try and fight back a little. They were positioned in a way that hid their faces from Savannah, and she was too busy humming away happily to the music coming from the stereo in the room to pay much attention to them anyway. John had subtly turned on some music when he heard the first signs of the argument emanating from downstairs in order to try and avoid upsetting poor Savannah.

"Well, your amazing body does help. I guess I'm just no match for anything you can do physically, but what about mentally?"

"Mentally?"

"Yeah, how are your concentration levels Cameron?"

She looked at him like he'd just told her his hair was blonde.

"John, my concentration levels far exceed any umph…"

She was quickly and efficiently silenced as John pressed his lips to hers. Her thought processes took a moment to catch up before she started kissing back. Although she was confused as to his motives, it didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy the sudden bout of passion. She enjoyed it all the more when his lips found their way to her jawline and trailed kisses down to her neck. As he began sucking and nibbling on what would have been her pulse point had she actually possessed a pulse, she felt a gasp escape her lips involuntarily. Despite her obvious strengths, she found herself unable to fully control her bodily functions during these new romantic embraces. John's lips worked their way upwards and he nibbled very gently on her earlobe, eliciting another gasp. He eventually worked his way back to her lips where her tongue awaited his greedily. She allowed him to take control of the kiss and found herself moaning in to his mouth. Suddenly her HUD started flashing warnings of a significant shift in her balance and she found herself tumbling to the ground in a very surprised heap.

"Yaaaay, John wins" Savannah jumped up and clapped her hands happily.

John meanwhile was unable to control the grin that had quickly formed on his face at thinking about how Cameron's face had gone from aroused to shocked in the space of a second.

"Yaay, I win" he whispered much quieter in to Cameron's ear than Savannah's squealing.

Cameron tilted her head to regard him for a moment. Had she really been played like that just so he could win a game of Twister?

"That was not very nice of you John Connor"

"Yeah, you're right, but it was funny…" he kissed her again, gently and lovingly this time "…and you kinda deserved it"

"JOHN…"

Sarah spoke up abruptly from her position in the doorway.

Oh shit.

If there's one thing you don't want to be caught doing by Sarah Connor if your name is John Connor, it's being caught lying on top of your machine protector in a crumpled heap while whispering in to her ear and passionately kissing her.

How much of that did she see?

"…We need to talk, kitchen, when you're ready" the anger clearly dripping from that statement.

John quickly extricated himself from Cameron and stood up just in time to catch a glimpse of Sarah's back as she headed back downstairs. Realising she wasn't hanging around for a conversation, he turned back to Cameron to find her on the floor still, looking significantly less worried by what had just happened than he did. He shook his head a little and suddenly remembered his manners. He held out his hand to help her up off the floor which she readily accepted. She placed her hand in his and allowed herself to be pulled up by him. Actually she used the servos in her legs to propel herself up, but she'd never tell him that. She'd observed over the years that human males like to be seen as physically stronger than the people around them, especially around attractive females. Despite having just been beaten by him in a game of physical skill and briefly considering making him pull her up using his own strength, she acquiesced to her man's primal desire to be the dominant male.

"Ooooh, you're in trouble" Savannah teased from her perch on the bed.

"How come you didn't tell me she was standing there?" John asked, still slightly in a panic about how much of their encounter his mother actually saw.

"Because I didn't know she was there"

Obviously.

"What? How could you not know?" he asked incredulously. After all, she could usually hear him waking up from all the way down in the kitchen on a morning.

"I don't need to remind you that I was a little distracted by your tongue all over my neck" she deadpanned.

"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry…" he said sheepishly.

He snaked an arm around Cameron's waist and looked over at Savannah.

"…Come on squirt, let's go watch Johnny boy get his a…butt chewed off"

Savannah scrunched up her face at him for a moment before hopping down off the bed and latching on to his free hand.

Sarah had swiftly organised the kitchen in to a makeshift courtroom. She stood near the stove facing the table and the solitary chair behind it.

Cameron was first up in the dock.

"Just what in the hell were you thinking when you left John alone with that thing in there?"

Cameron tilted her head and looked at her future mother in law with a weird look on her face.

"He wasn't alone, Amy was there" she clarified.

Sarah sighed and ran her hands through her hair.

Like talking to a brick wall.

"That's not my point. My point is…" she didn't get the chance to continue her statement as Cameron cut her off.

"What is your point Sarah? John is alone with her in the living room now. As long as we're not counting Amy any more, you have left your son alone with a T-1001"

"But, Amy's…"

"I'm not an idiot Sarah. No matter what you think of me, I always have John's best interests at heart"

She thought she'd made her point quite well. Evidently Sarah didn't agree as she stepped menacingly closer to the table.

"At heart? Really? At Heart?" Sarah scoffed and smiled slightly "Don't you think there's something wrong with that statement Cameron, or are you not a heartless machine?"

Cameron's patience was quickly running out. For some reason Sarah just seemed to grate on her when she was in her 'I'm the boss of everything' mood. As usual her CPU came up with a way to shut her up efficiently that didn't involve physical violence.

"You once referred to me as the tin man, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, written by L. Frank Baum. In the story the tin man wanted a heart from the wizard, it turned out he already had one. Sarah, I know the story, and I know it's John's favourite…"

She paused for a few moments to make sure her words were being digested by Sarah. Satisfied they were, she continued.

"…I am more similar to the tin man than you might think. I may have a more efficient chassis than he does…I don't rust. But I do care about things, John being the primary example. I care about you Sarah, and I care about Amy…Derek not so much. I may not have a heart as you think of it, but I care more than you know. That is my heart Sarah, and believe me when I tell you that I have John's best interests at my heart"

Sarah was stunned, and truth be told, a little scared at the reaction she'd received from the cyborg siting in front of her. She'd never been this defiant before and she quite clearly didn't like the suggestion that she didn't care. Despite what Sarah wanted to believe, her own heart was telling her to accept what Cameron was telling her as the truth, no matter how unbelievable it sounded coming from a machine. Whether it be programming or just some quirk she'd developed, Cameron did truly care about the things precious to her.

"Go…and send Amy in please Cameron" Sarah asked in a quiet and somewhat defeated sounding voice.

Wow, she called me Cameron…and said please. I wasn't expecting that.

Cameron carefully stood and did as requested. She took a last glance at Sarah before she exited the kitchen and entered the living room, taking a seat next to John on the couch. He noticed the odd look on her face and discreetly gave her lower back a comforting rub. She smiled in return before turning to face Amy.

"Sarah would like to speak with you now Amy"

Amy nodded and stood up from the floor where she'd been engaged in a whispered and giggly conversation with Savannah. She walked towards the kitchen and took a seat at the table facing Sarah.

"Hi Sarah" she said brightly, either misreading or completely ignoring the tense situation.

Sarah laughed a little to relieve the tension and smiled fondly at Amy who was still clutching a stuffed bear in her hands.

"Hi Amy…Um, are you okay with the um…her, being here?" Sarah asked awkwardly, remembering that the pair apparently had a history.

"Yeah, I'm fine with it now. I guess I'll have to be from now on"

"Oh, and why is that?"

Amy realised she'd just sort of dropped John in it. Her CPU played out many possible scenarios for her to wiggle her way out of a Sarah Connor grilling. She selected the most likely plan to succeed and ran with it.

"Oh, um, I'll let John explain it to you"

"Explain what to me?"

"Nothing" she smiled sweetly and hopped down off the chair. She walked over to Sarah and threw her arms around her waist.

Sarah held her hands up in the air in surprise. She hadn't been hugged by anyone but John for the longest time and she kinda missed it. Slowly she brought her hands down and rested them both on Amy's back, awkwardly returning the hug. A smug smile formed on Amy's face when she felt the contact.

I'm off the hook…I'm good.

Amy pulled back and smiled up at Sarah before turning and leaving the room without a word, leaving a confused and slightly heart warmed Sarah behind.

Amy entered the living room and squeezed herself in between John and Cameron on the couch. At John's questioning glare she rolled her eyes.

"You're up in front of the judge now Johnny boy"

Her smug grin reminded him so much of Cameron in her early days whenever she'd accomplished something for the first time. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen and the woman he most respected waiting to pass judgement on him. He was stopped in his tracks when, surprisingly, Catherine spoke.

"Good luck Mr. Connor…I'm sure you'll need it"

Her comment earned a snicker from Savannah and an amused expression from Cameron.

I so didn't need that.

He straightened his body up and mentally prepared himself up for what was to come. After all, catching your son on top of a gorgeous girl while an unstoppable killing machine makes itself comfortable in your living room is bound to be a traumatic experience for anyone. He entered and took a seat at the table and looked at his mothers back as she faced away making a cup of coffee. She let him sweat for a couple of minutes before finally turning to face him. She took a seat opposite him and curled her hands around her steaming mug.

"So…"

"So…"

Both Connors eyed each other up for a moment before the corner of Sarah's lips quirked up slightly. John replied in kind and pretty soon they were both grinning at each other like idiots.

"So…what do you have up your sleeve?"

John feigned indignation and placed his hand on his chest as if to say 'who, me?'.

"Now what makes you think I'd have something up my sleeve?"

"Hmm, let's see, maybe it's because I'm your mother and I can read you like a book…"

"Yeah well"

"…And maybe it's because you've been playing chess since you were five. You always have a plan, so come on, what is it?"

John smirked at his, smarter than he predicted, mother.

John and Sarah emerged from the kitchen looking in a much better mood than when they went in. They re-entered the living room and Sarah took a seat on the chair opposite Weaver while John sat on the couch next to Cameron. He almost had to physically force her back in to the seat when she made to stand by his side in her usual bodyguard stance. He shot her a slightly amused look before turning to look at Weaver.

"So…what's the plan?"

"I believe now is a good opportunity for you to meet John Henry"

A delighted squeal from the vicinity of Savannah shocked all the other occupants of he room besides Weaver as the little red headed girl jumped up off the floor and started clapping happily.

"Mom, can I go see him too, pleeeeeeease?"

Her adorable puppy dog expression would work on most mothers…but then again Catherine Weaver isn't most mothers.

"Savannah, patience. John and John Henry have much to discuss, you'll have to wait your turn…"

Savannah slumped back down to the rug with a pout and placed her chin in her hands sulkily. The situation wasn't helped by Amy pulling a 'ha ha, you got told off' face behind her back, causing John to snicker quietly and earn himself a glare from both Sarah and Cameron.

"…Thank you. Now, as I was saying, I believe John Henry is also eager to meet you. He has heard a lot about you, the legend that is John Connor"

John couldn't help but grin like a Cheshire cat.

"Legend huh? Awesome. When do we leave?"

"We?" both Weaver and Sarah asked in unison. John didn't know who to look at and settled for flitting between the two.

"Um, yeah. When do me and Cameron leave to go meet John Henry?"

That statement brought an incredulous stare from Sarah and an equally surprised look from Cameron.

"You and Cameron? Since when do you take her instead of me?" Sarah asked impatiently.

Dammit mom, did you have to be so convincing?

"Mom, I'm taking her for several reasons. First off is that she has a hard drive for a memory. She can remember every detail of the meetings…"

"It's not a hard drive" Cameron stated, a little petulantly, making John chuckle a little.

"…Well, CPU, whatever. The point is that anything that you hear you remember, right?"

She nodded while still having a slightly sour expression.

"Okay then, where was I? Oh yeah, the second reason she's coming with me is that she could last a hell of a lot longer in a scrape than you mom. No offence by the way…"

He watched as his mother's expression softened slightly. He breathed a sigh of relief until he turned to Catherine who was currently sporting a rather deadly expression. He quickly sought to change that.

"…Not that I'm expecting trouble, but you never know what me right run in to on the way there and back…"

Catherine's death glare softened and John once again breathed easily.

"…And the third reason is that we're going to be relatively alone in that place. I grew out of wanting to go on a vacation with my Mommy years ago. I'd rather go with a friend like any normal guy my age"

Sarah didn't fail to notice that he once again referred to Cameron as his friend. While it still grated on her, she remembered her promise to him to try and treat her a little better. She also noticed the surprised look on almost all the rooms occupants. But what really struck her was the comment about him being a normal guy. She reluctantly nodded.

"Alright then, now that that's settled. We'll pack a few things and we'll head over to Zeira Corp. We should be there later today"

He stood up as a signal that the meeting was over and was quickly followed by Cameron then Catherine.

"Excellent, I look forward to seeing you there"

Surprisingly Catherine held her hand out for John to shake. The creepy look on her face quite frankly scared Cameron. It didn't however phase John as he confidently reached out and gave the liquid metal machine's hand a firm shake under Cameron's watchful gaze.

"Me too" he kept his reply short and curt.

"Come along then Savannah, say goodbye to Amy and we'll be going"

Savannah and Amy stood from the floor.

"Come play with me some time?" Savannah asked tentatively.

"Of course" Amy replied with a smile.

Savannah smiled brightly before jumping over to Catherine and latching on to her hand. She led them both out of the house with Cameron closing the door behind them. She took up a position at the window and watched as the very expensive looking black car pulled out of the driveway. She turned back in to the living room to find her boyfriend and his mother locked in a staring contest with determined looks on their faces.

"Amy, Cameron, would you give us a minute please?" Sarah asked through gritted teeth.

Both cyborgs shuffled off quietly, slightly fearful of what a pissed off Sarah Connor might do to them, or rather attempt to do to them.

When they were out of earshot, human earshot anyway, as both Cameron and Amy had learned a long time ago to turn their auditory sensors down whenever a Connor asked for a minute. Both John and Sarah's stares dropped and they smiled.

"Well done" John said cheerfully.

"Really, too old to be with your mommy huh, I'll remember that next time you want some ironing done…smartass"

John chuckled a little and surprisingly placed his arm around Sarah's waist lovingly.

"Yeah like I care, I'll just get Cameron to do it…so, you know what your job is when we're gone right?"

"I do. I'll call Derek after you leave and I'll take Amy along for backup. An eight year old girl isn't very intimidating to these sorts of people after all"

John smiled and nodded, turning suddenly serious.

"Okay mom…be careful out there okay?"

She pulled back from him and looked at him a little confused for a moment.

"Sure, of course I will. I always do"

"Good…I love you mom"

"I love you too John"

The mother and son embraced in the living room, surprisingly with John squeezing tighter than Sarah. Then Sarah suddenly realised what all the sudden affection was for. This was only the second time since Pescadero that he would be separated from her for more than a couple of days. The first being when he visited Presidio Alto, but on that occasion he had Derek with him. This time he was going without any family.

Sarah squeezed him tighter and rubbed his back lovingly.

I'll never let you go.

"Cameron come on. We're only gonna be gone for a few days, how much stuff could you possibly want to take?…You can't take the whole weapons cache by the way"

John hefted a sports bag over his shoulder with a couple of spare t-shirts in and the barest essentials of toiletries. He had a feeling Cameron would come out of her room carrying half her considerable wardrobe in a couple of suitcases along with a wide assortment of anti-terminator weaponry. He dropped his bag down outside her door and knocked before entering and quickly turning away again in embarrassment.

"Um, Cameron, what are you doing"

Cameron stopped what she was doing and walked over to John. She turned him around by placing a hand on his shoulder and smiling at him.

"I'm packing"

"Uh, yeah, I can see that…"

He looked around at the multitude of clothes rather untidily strewn across the room. Although usually considered to be the neatest person he knew, Cameron certainly did have a tendency to get messy when she had a mission to prepare for.

"…But what were you doing when I came in?" he asked as he shuffled from one foot to the other.

"Oh, thank you for explaining. I was choosing which underwear I wanted to pack…"

She resumed holding several different pairs of bra's and panties up against her fully clothed body while looking in her full length dress mirror.

When the hell did she get that?

"…Which do you like best John?" she asked far too innocently for John's taste.

"Well, I, uh…"

"I like the purple…" she held up a matching purple set against herself and looked at him "…but the red is pleasant too" she put down the purple and picked up a red lacy number this time.

John was vaguely aware of his mouth hanging open and he shut it with a clomp. He swallowed nervously and moved his mouth to try and make some words come out. He failed miserably.

"I'll take them both. Is that okay with you?" she smiled that sweet smile she knew he loved so much.

This is definitely payback for beating her at Twister. Well two can play at that game.

He strode over to her confidently and grabbed the underwear out of her hands and threw them on to the bed before latching his lips on to hers passionately. One hand laced its way through her hair while the other rested on the small of her back. He felt her respond by kissing him back and grinding her body against his. He gave her hair a light tug and tilted her head back to give him access to her neck. His lips quickly started sucking, licking and kissing their way down her neck and across her shoulder. His heart rate increased and he felt his self control rapidly slipping away. He quickly took the hand that was tangled in her hair and trailed it down the front of her body while he brought his lips back up to meet hers. His hand passed down in the valley between her breasts and over her taught stomach until it came to rest very gently between her legs. He knew this had the desired effect when he felt her quiver against him. With his hand still resting in place he pulled back and stared at her lustful expression. He placed a final soft kiss on her lips.

"Yeah, both works for me" he said brightly before pulling away completely and leaving the room, stopping only to call over his shoulder.

"Come on Princess, we don't have all day"

Cameron stared at the door in complete and utter shock that her plan to tease him with her underwear had failed. She also found she was quickly becoming annoyed with his apparent ability to make her completely lose control of herself while in his embrace. Most of all though she found herself disappointed that he'd stopped when he did.

John climbed in to the drivers seat of the truck with a smug grin on his face. He'd successfully managed to subvert Cameron's devious plan to tease him even more and had even snuck in a little make out time for himself. As he sat waiting for the aforementioned cyborg to put in an appearance he glanced in to the back seat to make sure his bag was there. When he turned back he caught sight of Cameron coming towards him with her own fairly small bag in her hand. What caught his eye though was the fact that she appeared to have changed her clothes in the short time since their little encounter. She now sported what appeared to be the shortest denim skirt ever made by human kind. He however wasn't an idiot and knew exactly why she'd chosen to wear it.

Damn, this is gonna be a loooooong drive.

She strode up to the back door of the truck, opened the door and very precisely placed her bag on the back seat next to John's. She closed the rear door, opened the front and climbed in to the passenger seat. She didn't even spare a glance in his direction as she carefully buckled her seat belt and waited for him to drive. John would've thought she was pissed off with him were it not for the merest hint of a smile dancing across her lips.

Sarah watched from the front window as John pulled out of the driveway in the truck with Cameron in the passenger seat. The broad grin on his face told her that he would be enjoying his time away from her and with Cameron far too much for her taste. She also knew she couldn't do a damn thing about it. She turned away from the window with a sigh and plopped herself down on the couch and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again her vision was filled with the sight of Amy standing in front of her with her hands behind her back and an innocent expression on her adorable face.

"Um, hi?"

"Hi, do you have a minute?"

"I guess"

"Good"

Amy hopped up on the couch next to Sarah and started playing with her hair.

"Did you want to talk about something?" Sarah asked, thoroughly confused.

"Oh, um, I'm just thinking about things, you know, the future"

"Do you…miss it?" she asked, genuinely interested.

"A little…I miss John and Cammy a lot"

Cammy?

"What do you mean, they're still here in this time"

"Yeah, but they're not the same. Although they're getting there"

"Getting there?"

Amy rolled her eyes dramatically. Come on Sarah, take the hint.

"Yeah…they…him and her…getting there…" she nodded encouragingly with her head tilted and her eyes wide.

Sarah scrunched up her face in confusion at what she was trying to tell her…and then it suddenly clicked. The subtle touches, the shared smiles, the devotion to one another. Her face went from confusion to a mixture of horror and anger in a flash.

"You, you mean they're…together?" she asked, barely able to force the words out of her mouth.

Finally.

"Yeah Sarah, they're together. They even have the rings to prove it"

"RINGS?"

Sarah practically exploded off the couch and began hunting for her cell phone frantically. When it didn't immediately appear, she started ranting to herself.

"God damn fucking phone…where the fuck…dammit John…stupid mother…fucking bitch…my son…I'll show…"

If Amy weren't so concerned about Sarah's wellbeing she would have taken amusement from her verbal diarrhoea. However as Sarah grew more and more frantic and violent, she became concerned for her safety.

"Sarah, please calm down" she asked in a quiet and gentle voice.

"CALM DOWN? HOW THE FUCK CAN I CALM DOWN? MY SON IS OUT THERE WITH HIS FUTURE ROBOT WIFE AND YOU'RE ASKING ME TO CALM DOWN?"

Wait, what? What did that mean?

"Sarah, you know that Cameron would never harm John"

"Oh really…" Sarah walked up to Amy who still sat on the couch and stood right in front of her, looking down at her "…and I'm just supposed to believe that?"

Amy tilted her head in confusion, a gesture she picked up from Cameron over the years.

"She's programmed to protect him, and now she loves him. She'd never hurt him…you know that"

"She's gone bad before" Sarah reasoned before continuing her hunt for her cell phone.

Amy examined Sarah for a moment and analysed her actions.

She knows deep down that Cameron wouldn't harm John, so why bring it up? She can probably even accept that Cameron loves John. So what's set her off like this?

"Sarah…John knows what he's doing" she ventured.

It must have struck a nerve as Sarah stopped her search abruptly and wheeled around to face Amy. She tried to put on her best death glare and moved her mouth in an effort to make words come out. Neither happened. A small tear drop formed in the corner of her eye and threatened to spill. As quickly as her face went from angry to upset, it changed back to angry again.

"He has no idea what he's doing"

With that she turned away and headed for the kitchen. She returned with her favourite shotgun and the box of depleted uranium rounds they kept in the cutlery drawer for Terminator related emergencies. She set the box on the living room table and proceeded to empty the buckshot shells from the gun. When she loaded her first DU round, Amy spoke.

"Sarah…don't do this…"

Sarah ignored her and carried on loading her shotgun, her face getting redder with every passing moment.

"Please?"

Sarah heard the slight crack in Amy's voice and stopped to look up at her. She studied Amy's sad looking face for a moment and noted how it reminded her of Cameron's puppy dog expression.

Cameron…

Her face steeled itself once again and she cocked the shotgun menacingly.

"Try and stop me"

"I don't want to, but I will"

"Yeah right"

With that she turned and stalked off towards the front door. Her progress was halted when she felt something wrap around her hand which was holding the gun. She looked back to find a long metallic tentacle emerging from what used to be Amy's arm. She followed it with her eyes until they reached her face.

"Please Sarah…I won't ask again"

Sarah tried to yank her arm away from her grasp, but she succeeded only in moving a couple of inches and was forced to watch the shotgun fly out of her grasp and land a couple of feet in front of her. She tried to make a move to get to it when she felt another tentacle wrap around her other hand. But such was her rage and determination that she carried on regardless. Amy struggled to hold on to an irate Sarah with her significantly reduced weight and found herself being tugged along slightly. Her CPU quickly formulated a plan and she launched herself at Sarah's back and sent both of them tumbling to the ground. While Sarah continued to reach for the shotgun, Amy took the opportunity to revert to her liquid metal form completely and spread herself over Sarah's body up to her shoulders and re-solidified, effectively pinning a still struggling Sarah in place. She continued to fight however and Amy was forced to spread herself higher up her body until only the top of her head was showing from beneath liquid metal. Sarah continued to fight for several moments until her outstretched arm suddenly went limp.

Amy immediately grew concerned that she'd accidentally injured Sarah when she suddenly felt her start to shake underneath her mass. A small sobbing noise emanated from beneath her and Amy knew the fight was over. As Sarah continued to cry, Amy reformed most of her mass back in to her usual form, leaving only her tentacle like arms wrapped around Sarah. When her face had reformed, she stared at the back of Sarah's head as her body continued to be racked by sobbing. She slowly and gently laid her head down in between Sarah's shoulder blades and tightened her arms around her body, letting her friend take comfort in her protective arms.

For the last twenty minutes, John had stubbornly kept his eyes focused on the road ahead. He knew if he looked to his right he'd probably end up crashing the truck and killing himself. That was because for the last twenty minutes, Cameron had been doing everything in her power to get him to pay attention to her.

At first it was only a few little things, like playing with the radio and adjusting the height of her window until it was just right. But then she'd moved on to some less subtle things, like playing with her hair, reapplying her make up in the visor mirror, adjusting her top and even playing with the gear stick in a very flirtatious manner. But none of it had worked, John had managed to resist the temptation to turn and gawk. He would win this round, he was sure of it. Just as he was starting to relax and actually considered starting up a conversation, he heard a tiny little squeak emanating from his right.

He stole a quick glance while pretending to check for traffic and saw that she was currently arched back in her seat with her arms stretched above her head. She seemed to be trying to stretch her non existent muscles out and the tiny little squeak he heard was when she reached her full stretch. He noticed the way her full upper body arched back, causing her shirt to rise slightly, showing off a small sliver of her perfectly toned abdomen. His eyes trailed lower to that skirt. Wow…that skirt. It certainly didn't leave much to the imagination and John found himself staring at her.

"John"

"Hmm?"

"The road"

John looked back to the road and had to swerve slightly to avoid the parked car and the quite clearly pissed off guy trying to cross the road with his dog on its leash. Once he'd regained his composure he looked over to Cameron and found her smiling brightly at him.

Dammit, you win this round.

He slumped back in to his seat in defeat. Just as he was starting to wish Zeira Corp was a little closer, he felt a pair of soft lips press against his cheek, causing him to smile. When she pulled back, he was grinning like an idiot and sending a silent thank you to his future self for being the smartest and kindest guy on the planet.

If it weren't for Amy's internal chronometer, she would have been sure that Sarah had been crying for hours. In actuality it had only been a few minutes.

When the last few sobs died down, Sarah brought her outstretched back towards her face and started wiping and rubbing at the now dried tears. Amy shuffled her little body off of Sarah's back and moved so that she was now laying by her side, studying her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked, as quietly and gently as possible.

Sarah sniffled a little and surprisingly chuckled.

"No, not really"

Amy smiled sadly in reply.

"I'm sorry, but you needed to know that, and I couldn't let you do what you were planning on doing"

"It's okay…tell me about them. My son, and…my future daughter in law. What are they like in the future?"

Amy smiled a real genuine smile this time and spoke in an enthusiastic voice.

"Sarah they're wonderful people. Everybody loves them…well, almost everyone. There are still those who will always hate us machines. But John made it very clear to everyone that he loves Cameron for who and what she is. Once he'd established himself as pretty much humanity's only hope, and after it emerged that Cameron was a machine and that he was married to her, he actually threatened to leave. He threatened to leave humanity to its fate if any harm ever came to Cameron from anyone under his command…"

She paused for a moment to let her words sink in.

"…Your son grows up to be a great man. You raised him well and he eventually learned to appreciate everything you did for him. He is the one man that any soldier in the human resistance would lay his life down for. Even some of the reprogrammed machines came to appreciate his talents and leadership. He remembers every fallen soldier like they were his brothers. He still holds memorial services for the dead, despite their being too many deaths to count, and the families of those soldiers love him all the more for it…"

She paused again and watched as fresh tears started to well up again in Sarah's eyes.

"…But it's Cameron who gives him his strength. Sure they don't always get along just like any other couple. The soldiers know that too and they make sure they're as far away from them as possible whenever they have a falling out. John has a tendency to become far too serious and strict when he's not getting any, once even going as far as ordering the civilians in his compound to start cleaning the hallways en masse. They were sparkling by the time they'd got back together. Cameron however feels a sudden urge to lash out at anyone who happens to make the tiniest mistake whenever she's around. Once she almost ripped a guy's arms off because he had the misfortune of having squeaky boots when he was on guard duty outside their quarters. She came out full of hell and accused him of working for Skynet and trying to subvert the resistance's efforts by making too much noise and keeping her awake…"

"Awake?" Sarah asked through a sniffle.

"…Oh, yeah. She took a bit of a hit to her power circuitry a couple of years after the war started and John couldn't repair the damage. So now she has to go in to standby for three hours, every seventy two hours. It was only John's timely reappearance that saved this poor sap from being turned in to a big pile of bones and meat. Let me tell you, Private Jones wasn't quite the same man after that incident…always took really good care of his boots after that for some reason. Well anyway, that's the bad side of Cameron. The good side is what John always sees in her and what the rest of his men are learning to see. The side that helps out in the mess when there are more refugees around than usual. The side that makes her eyes glow blue to entertain the kids, and the side that saw some good in me…"

"You okay?" Sarah asked upon hearing Amy's hesitation.

"…Yeah. Oh, and she's really good with kids too. They adore her, the wife of General John. They don't care that she's a machine, all that matters to them is that she's a nice lady. But then again they don't see the side that gets out there on the battlefield and takes out more enemies than the rest of her squad put together. But they don't really mind, they would follow her to their deaths. She commands the most elite tactical unit in the entire resistance, humans, former SEAL's. If those guys respect her, then everyone else damn well does too. Plus, her daughter really loves her…

"DAUGHTER?" Sarah shouted, wide eyed in surprise. Amy merely smiled fondly and continued her story.

"…Yeah, her daughter. Obviously not in a biological sense, but still as much her daughter as she is anyone else's. It's a long story that maybe I'll tell you some day. But suffice to say that the little baby girl that John and Cameron adopted is thoroughly loved by both parents, and I'd hate to see what would happen to anyone that ever dared threaten harm against her"

Sarah sat stunned for a few moments and let all of Amy's words sink in. The news that John and Cameron were not only destined to be together but also married had initially deeply shook her. But now after hearing how good a couple they make and that there was a little baby girl involved, she forced herself to listen to her heart and not her head. Her heart was telling her that 'love conquers all', 'so what if she's a machine, he loves her'. But her head was telling her 'she'll go bad', 'you've failed as a mother', 'how could you let him fall for a machine?'.

Deep down she knew it was inevitable, as soon as she watched him offer her a chip outside the dilapidated old gas station in 1999, she knew that he would eventually fall for her. But when she saw Cameron accept the chip and swallow it down like any normal person after offering a ghost of a smile to her son, that was the moment that confirmed in her heart that Cameron was indeed different from the other machines. But her head won out over the next few years and she made sure that both herself and her son kept the cyborg at arms length, never allowing her to get too close. But something changed one day. She wasn't sure of the significance at the time, but it all started around the time they came back from the mall with Cameron full of holes. She didn't say anything at the time, but she always wondered why Cameron had a fresh manicure and why John had lied to cover for her.

That was the moment that his arms reach suddenly started to bend in the middle. Now she was so close to him that he could smell her perfume and feel her pressed up against him. Suddenly it made sense why John had put on their little argumental display without telling Cameron their true plans. He'd said he didn't want her to worry and Sarah didn't believe him…until now. It scared Sarah, and it made her lash out violently when that terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach was finally confirmed a short while ago. But now that she'd had time to let it sink in, she accepted that she couldn't change what was inevitable from day one. Just as she'd come to accept that Judgement day was inevitable, she could now accept that John and Cameron were meant to be together. But she swore at that moment she'd never be a bridesmaid for Cameron's wedding.

By the time the future husband and wife had reached the Zeira Corp building and pulled in to the underground parking lot, John was so horny that he briefly considered pulling the truck in to a back alley and indulging himself with Cameron in the back seat. He was pretty sure she wouldn't mind and decided it was probably what she'd been angling for the whole journey anyway…or rather, he hoped it was. Just as he was trying to gather up the courage to ask something along those lines, he was startled by a surly looking security guard knocking on the driver's side window. John rolled down the window and plastered on a fake smile.

"Can I help you sir?" the enthusiasm just dripped from his question…

"Yes please sir, Ms. Weaver is expecting us. Could you tell her that her business partner and his girlfriend have arrived please?" John replied in an annoyingly cheerful voice. He could have swore he saw the guard wince at the sheer chirpyness of it.

"Of course sir. Please pull in to a free space and head to the security desk. You'll be escorted to the elevator and Ms. Weaver will meet you in the lobby" he sounded like he might fall fast asleep while reciting the obviously much rehearsed and repeated instructions.

John smiled another cheerful smile at the guard and rolled up the window. He stared at the chubby man's back as he wandered back to his 'office'.

"Jackass" he muttered under his breath.

He however did as instructed and backed the truck in to a free space. He stopped the engine and hopped out of the driver's side door. Quickly dashing around to the passenger's side, he opened the door and held out his hand for Cameron to take. She smiled at his gesture and accepted the offer, placing her hand in his and gracefully stepping out of the truck. He released her hand long enough to open the back door and grab their bags off the back seat. He let his gaze linger on said back seat, slightly regretting not getting the chance to test it out this time.

Still plenty of time Johnny boy.

Even his monologue was in a good mood as he took tight hold of Cameron's hand again and led her to the security desk. The guard grudgingly stood up to meet them and gestured to the elevator doors behind the desk. He led them over there and used his keycard to signal for the elevator. When it arrived he stepped in first then turned and waited for the couple to enter. They did and turned away from him to face the door. The guard leaned forward to press the button for the lobby, ensuring he brushed past Cameron closely enough to catch a significant view down her top. He resumed his position behind them as the elevator began to move. Both John and Cameron noticed through the use of the mirrored walls of the elevator that the guard was unable to keep his lecherous eyes off the back of Cameron's skirt. John noticed a familiar blank stare on her face that she got just before she went in to Terminator mode and subtly gave her hand a squeeze to get her attention. He discreetly shook his head at her. She tilted her head in disappointment at not being able to disembowel this unpleasant little man and was about to say something when John winked at her. He spoke in a tiny voice that only Cameron and her auditory sensors could hear.

"Play along"

She was actually somewhat impressed at his ability to read what was on her mind and what she was planning. She nodded and smirked a little in anticipation of whatever he had planned.

"So babe, what do you think Weaver wants to talk to us about?"

"I don't know, but it'll be interesting whatever it is"

"Yeah, I suppose it will"

The guard didn't hear a word they said and jumped a little when the ding of the elevator doors opening brought his attention away from running his eyes up and down the backs of Cameron's legs.

"Thank you for your assistance sir…come on babe…" he slapped Cameron's behind rather firmly and gave it a squeeze for good measure "…wouldn't want to keep Ms. Weaver waiting now would we?"

They stepped out of the elevator like that with John's hand still on Cameron's ass. John snuck a glance back at the security guard who had his mouth hanging open like a fish out of its tank. When the doors finally closed he removed his hand and turned to face Cameron's inquisitive stare.

"Sorry for that. But you'll quickly learn that the best way of dealing with disgusting perverts like him is to show them what they'll never have. Either that or you could have ripped his eyeballs out. This way hurt less I guess"

"Hmph, that's easy for you to say. You didn't just get slapped on your ass…" she brought her hand round and firmly slapped his ass just like he'd done to her a few moments ago. She purposefully held back, but she was pretty sure it would leave a minor bruise "…thank you for your advice"

John stood and stared at her devious grin for a moment before watching it disappear and give way to a blank mask. She looked away from him and he followed her gaze to see Catherine Weaver striding across the lobby with an arrogant swagger, as if to say, 'you're in my house now'.

Sarah and Amy continued to lay on the living room floor, neither feeling the need to move. Amy had been watching Sarah for the last few minutes as she digested what she'd just been told. She felt guilty for having to be the one to tell her the news she knew would make her this upset. At that moment she decided to go against her orders from future John to try and make her feel better.

"Sarah?"

Sarah's eyes focused on Amy's after a moments disorientation.

"Hmm?"

"You okay?"

"Better"

"Good…I have something else to tell you"

"Oh god, not more earth shattering news?" she joked, but upon seeing Amy's serious face she stopped chuckling.

"Well, sort of. But it's good news…kind of. It'll cheer you up either way"

"Okay, shoot"

Amy looked at Sarah with an annoyed glare.

"I've told you, I don't like guns"

"Amy, it's an expression. It means, go ahead"

"I know, I'm just teasing…"

Amy took a moment to let Sarah's own glare subside before she started.

"…First of all I want you to know that I'm going against John's orders by telling you this"

"I thought you didn't follow John's orders? I thought you didn't follow anyone's orders?"

"I'm not programmed to follow anyone's orders. I choose to follow John's, that's the difference. But I'm choosing not to follow this one"

Sensing this was something important, Sarah clammed up and merely nodded for Amy to continue.

"You remember what my primary mission is?"

Sarah nodded.

"Yeah, it's to hunt down the traitors, these greys you told us about"

"Yes…but I wasn't being entirely truthful about my mission…"

"Now remember Mr. Connor. The person you are about to meet is John Henry. No matter what he may look like, please believe me when I tell you that you have never met before…"

Catherine looked back over her shoulder as she clip clopped her way down the hallway of her basement, looking for an agreement from John which she got in the form of a curt nod.

"…Excellent. I trust that I'll also have no problems from you Ms. Phillips?"

Once again she glanced over her shoulder, this time at Cameron instead of John. Despite her usual unflappable demeanour, Catherine actually felt a little unnerved by the blank stare she was receiving from the young cyborg. She was the one person who was capable of scuppering her plans. The one person who could undermine this alliance. If she held as much sway over the General as she suspected, and she didn't like what she heard at these talks, then this new alliance would be dead before it was even created.

"No" came Cameron's to the point response.

"Good…" they arrived at a nondescript door and Catherine stopped "then may I introduce to you both…John Henry"

She pushed the door open and John's knees almost gave out from underneath him. There, staring back at him with a cheerful grin on his face was the machine that hunted him for over a year of his life. Cromartie sat behind the desk playing with a small yellow duck and smiling happily with Savannah. Were it not for Cameron swiftly moving behind him to support his weight, John was sure he would have collapsed. His surprise however quickly turned to anger. But before he could do anything about it, Cameron softly whispered in to his ear.

"John, remember, this isn't Cromartie. It's just his triple eight body. This is John Henry, you've never met him before…" she discreetly gave his back a reassuring rub "…Don't worry. I'll be right beside you the whole time"

John took a deep breath to let his anger subside. Eventually he turned and smiled at Cameron gratefully. After mouthing a quick 'thank you' to her, he turned and faced John Henry with his General Connor face in place. He cautiously stepped in to the room and John Henry looked up at him with a smile.

"Hello Mr. Connor, how are you today?" John Henry asked in a very cheerful voice, almost child like in its enthusiasm.

Upon hearing the greeting, Savannah turned to face them and almost squealed in delight at seeing her new friends. She hopped down off her seat and ran over to Cameron and latched on to her hand and started tugging.

"Come on Cameron, this is John Henry and these are the duckies. We're playing with them, come on"

Despite her continued tugging, Cameron didn't budge. She instead kept her eyes focused on Catherine and John Henry.

"What's wrong?" a disappointed Savannah asked.

"Savannah darling, come here please"

Savannah let go of Cameron's hand, slightly upset that she'd been shunned by someone she thought was her friend. She trudged over to her mother with a slight sniffle. Catherine knelt down and placed her hands on Savannah's arms gently.

"Cameron and John are here on business, very important business. I'm sure that once they are done then Cameron will play with you"

"Really?" she asked hopefully.

"I'm sure she can't wait. Now come along, let's leave them to talk with John Henry"

She stood up, taking Savannah's hand with her and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Cameron did feel a twinge of guilt at ignoring the little girl, but there were far more important things to think about. The primary concern being John's safety, and the other being these negotiations. If she didn't like what she heard or detected any form of deception, then she was more than willing to inform John of those facts. Whether he would believe her or not was another issue, but she had a feeling he would.

While she was busy with her musings, John had quietly taken a couple of steps forward towards John Henry. She quickly caught up to him and resumed her position at his side.

"So…you're John Henry" it was more of a statement than a question.

"I am. Please, sit" he held out his hand and gestured to the two chairs on the opposite side of the table.

John took one carefully while Cameron stood behind him in her guard stance.

"Ms. Phillips, I can assure you I have no intention of harming Mr. Connor. You may sit if you like"

John hadn't noticed she wasn't sitting down, such was his focus on John Henry. He reached out and tugged her hand until she was sitting beside him. He chose not to release her hand and settled for gently caressing her knuckles with his thumb. He was sure it brought far more comfort to himself than it did to her.

"Excellent, we have much to discuss"

John Henry smiled a crooked, creepy smile and John felt a shiver run down his spine.

"What do you mean, weren't being entirely truthful?"

Amy took a moment to consider how much she wanted to tell Sarah. She settled on telling her the whole truth of why she was here in the past.

"Have you noticed that I haven't exactly been doing a lot of grey hunting lately?"

Sarah hadn't. Actually she hadn't even noticed the little machine leaving the house.

"Now that you mention it"

"That's because…that's not my mission…that's my cover"

"Your cover?"

"Shortly after I arrived I destroyed a triple eight, the one that attacked Cameron at the mall. We know in the future that this terminator was responsible for a lot of bad things happening in this timeline. John once told me that in this timeline, you never gave up the fight to stop Skynet from ever being created. He said you all spent all your time hunting down potential leads and getting in to more than a few scrapes. Just before Judgement day was due to happen, you stumbled across this Terminator again…It killed you Sarah"

Sarah's jaw dropped. First she found out she was going to die of cancer, and now somebody told her that she was going to be killed by a machine.

"So…it's dead though right?"

"Yes, it is. But that doesn't mean my mission is over…"

At Sarah's confused look Amy clarified her statement.

"…Sarah, John loves you. He always loves you. He talks about you every day in the future. The soldiers revere you from the stories he tells. He never quite got over your death, over the fact that you didn't live to see judgement day and of the fact that you were killed by one of them. Sarah, John sent me back as a gift…to you…"

Sarah's mouth moved in a vain attempt to speak, however the sheer emotion of what she'd just been told overwhelmed her.

"…I'm here to protect you Sarah. You've never had a bodyguard before, you've always been the one doing the guarding. John felt it was time to repay the favour. He couldn't send himself back, so he sent me instead and made me promise to protect you as best I could"

At that moment, Sarah had never loved her son so much in her life. She loved him so much that it almost made her forget her earlier anger upon finding out that eventually he'd marry a machine.

"So that's why you came with me to meet Weaver?"

Amy nodded "It was my mission".

"Dammit John"

She couldn't hold back the tears any more. She broke down crying again, but this time she felt real non metallic arms circle her. Amy was awkwardly hugging her. Instead of being repulsed and scared by it, Sarah found her arms, almost on autopilot, reaching out to return the hug.

Eventually the fatigue of the last few hours overcome her and she drifted of in to a peaceful sleep, still with her arms around Amy. She fell asleep with the knowledge that her beloved son was being protected by the woman he loved, and that for once in her life she was being protected by the deadliest killing machine on the planet. Never before had she felt so safe.

As if on cue, just as John stood to conclude the first meeting, Catherine entered the room.

How does she do that?

"Mr. Connor, you look tired. I've set aside sleeping quarters for you and Cameron"

"Really?"

"Of course. Many of my employees choose to work late on various projects. Sometimes it's easier for them to stay here"

John still found it odd that a T-1001 would have employees, and more surprisingly would take their sleeping arrangements in to consideration. He waved his arm in an 'after you' gesture.

"Lead the way…" he turned back to John Henry who still wore that creepy smile "…nice meeting you John Henry"

"You too Mr. Connor, sleep well"

John left the room with Cameron closely in tow behind him. As they walked along the corridor towards the elevator, Catherine spoke.

"I've arranged for an entire floor to be cleared…" she looked over her shoulder at Cameron "…and secured for you. John Henry monitors security for this building. Don't worry, you'll be quite safe"

She held out a keycard for John to take.

"This card will grant you access to the top floor of this building. I'm sure once you're there you'll be able to find your accommodations easily enough. They're not lavish in any way, but they're comfortable"

John took the keycard from her and stepped in to the elevator, closely followed by Cameron. He swiped the keycard over the reader and the doors started to close.

"Good night Mr. Connor" Catherine said through the small gap in the doors, sporting a somewhat creepy grin of her own.

When the doors closed, John let out a yawn he'd been stifling for the last hour and turned to face a distracted looking Cameron.

"You're awfully quiet. Something on your mind" he snaked his arm around her waist and was disappointed when she didn't return the gesture.

"I'm thinking"

"About what?"

She turned to face him with her patented 'are you an idiot?' look on her face.

"About the future, about this alliance, about you"

"Oh yeah, that"

Smooth Johnny.

The elevator doors opened with a ding and the couple stepped out. When the doors had closed, Cameron took the keycard from John and tucked it in her back pocket. He was about to ask her about it, but the look on her face told him not to mess with her on security matters tonight. They walked silently down the corridor until they came to a heavy wooden door, a departure from the clean and sterile plastic doors that adorned the rest of this building. Cameron entered first, followed by John.

He was somewhat surprised to find that their bags were resting on the double bed. He remembered handing them over to an employee in the lobby and then totally forgot about them.

Wait, what? Double bed?

John did a quick scan of the room and let out a low whistle.

"Wow, I'd love to see what Weaver considers to be lavish. This place trumps any hotel room I've ever been in"

While he was gawking at the room, Cameron was milling around checking all the exits and inspecting the room for surveillance devices. Satisfied that there was no immediate threat, she walked over to John.

"The room is secure"

With that, she leaned past him and picked up her bag and headed in to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" John called after her.

"To change"

Duh.

John strolled over to the large windows the room possessed. The Zeira Corp building overlooked most of downtown L.A. and despite it being nearly three in the morning, the city still looked alive with the sheer amount of lights and movement. He must have been staring for a good few minutes when Cameron emerged from the bathroom. John turned to face her and saw that she'd changed in to her favourite purple pyjamas. She smiled at him when she noticed his stare and sauntered over to him. She stood on her tip toes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, earning herself a bright grin in return. They stared in to each others eyes for a long few moments. Then suddenly Cameron turned on her heels and headed for the door.

"Wait, where are you going now?" John asked, quite clearly confused as to her behaviour.

She stopped with her hand on the handle and looked back over her shoulder at him.

"I'm going to patrol" she said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Cameron, this place is safe. Weaver said…"

"I'd rather make sure for myself, and you need your rest" Cameron reasoned, cutting him off mid flow.

The slight change in her voice told him that this was something important to her and he wasn't in the mood to argue with her about it. Instead he nodded and she left the room. John sighed defeatedly, walked over to the bed and opened his bag. He dug around for a moment before realising he hadn't packed anything to sleep in. He settled for stripping down to his boxers and t-shirt and climbed in to the very comfortable bed.

His mind however wouldn't let him sleep as it continued to play through what had been said at the meeting and the events of the day. The future was being planned in that room. Ways to cripple Skynet in its infancy and end the war much sooner than he'd thought ran through his head at a pace he couldn't keep up with. He tossed and turned for the best part of an hour before he heard the door click open quietly. He rolled over and saw a silhouette in the doorway.

"Cameron? What's wrong?"

She stepped in to he room fully and closed the door behind her, plunging the room back in to near darkness.

"It's cold…"

Huh?

John sat up in bed and did his best to make her out in the darkness.

"What do you mean? I thought you didn't feel cold?"

"I feel everything" she took a couple of steps closer to the bed and John could finally make out her face and it's kicked puppy expression.

He lifted the covers and patted the spot beside him invitingly.

"Come here"

She hesitated a moment before clambering in to bed beside him. She curled up facing away from him and he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing his body up against hers for warmth.

"Sorry, I didn't realise the cold bothered you"

"It doesn't usually. But the floor is indeed secure. I would rather not be needlessly uncomfortable if I could avoid it"

She turned over so that she was now facing him. John readjusted himself so that he still held her in a hug.

"Well I'm glad you're here with me and not out there in the cold"

John closed his eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. A cool hand slowly drawing its way up his side prevented it however. He kept his eyes closed and just enjoyed her exploratory touches. Her fingertips made their way up and down his side and were joined by another hand on his chest, just above his heart. He opened his eyes to find her studying him intently. She looked up and smiled at him.

"I like this"

"Like what?" he asked curiously.

"Being this close to you"

She leaned in and gently pressed her lips to his. Her hand that was on his side made its way to his face and cupped his cheek while she deepened the kiss. John placed one hand on her hip and enjoyed the taste of her tongue as it caressed his. He slowly drew the hand that was on her hip up and down her body, taking in every womanly curve. Eventually he explored further north and gently cupped her breast while moving his lips down to her neck. She arched back slightly to give him greater access to her body. He licked, kissed and sucked at her neck while he gently kneaded her breast. He pushed her back gently until she was flat on her back. He positioned himself on top of her and resumed kissing her soft lips. Her hands found their way to his back and dipped under his t-shirt. She gave it a slight tug and he took the hint, raising his arms above his head so she could remove it from him. When he was free of the shirt, he did the same to her and pulled the tank top she was wearing over her head, exposing her bare chest to him. This was the first time he'd seen her exposed in this way. Of course he'd seen her naked when they time travelled, but at that point he was too busy trying not to look at his mother to really notice her.

"You're beautiful Cameron" he muttered as he went to work attacking her neck again.

She smiled and leaned in to his touch while bringing her legs up to wrap around him. She felt his hands make their way to her breasts and she gasped involuntarily as his fingertip brushed over her nipple. She'd never felt sensation like this before and it made her want more. Her fingernails raked up and down his back leaving red marks behind. She started grinding her hips against his as his mouth moved lower, eventually making their way to her breasts. While he worked his tongue all over the area, exploring her fully, his hands moved lower and dipped under the waistband of her pyjamas. He pulled back and pulled the ridiculously cute pants off, exposing her long bare legs. He noticed she'd skipped on the underwear and it brought a smile to his face. This time her hands found their way to his boxers and gave them a sharp tug, tearing them clean off of him. She was too busy examining what she found beneath to notice the highly amused look on his face at her urgency to disrobe him.

He leaned back down on top of her and tenderly pressed his lips to hers. He pulled back and looked at her slightly flushed face. He thought he saw a faint hint of blue behind her usual brown eyes. He thought she looked beautiful.

"I…I…I love you Cameron"

Her eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and delight. The look was quickly removed however as she saw he was expecting a response. A response she couldn't give him.

"John, I…"

She was silenced when he kissed her again.

"I know you don't truly know about love yet, so please, don't lie to me because it's what you think I want to hear. When you do love me, you tell me okay?"

She nodded and pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss. By the time it was over he was gasping for air and looking down at her smiling and grateful face.

"Now, are you gonna make a man out of me or what?"

Well, there you go, that's it for part 2 and I hope you all enjoyed it.

Yeah I wussed out on the Jamsex scene. However I didn't want to get overtly graphic (although I really could have) as I don't think it fits the light hearted nature of the story or the 'T' rating.

There is a pretty good discussion of my stories going on in this thread:

h t t p :// tsccwiki . wetpaint . com/thread/3655064/Just+Something+I+Should+Do (remove the spaces)

So feel free to join in or PM me if you have any questions.

I will be taking a break from this story for a while before I start work on part 3. I plan on writing a short story set in the future with John, Amy and Cameron so keep an eye out for that.