Chapter Two

"No John we won't. There's no taking care of it." She said sadly shaking her head. "I am sorry but no. Your leaving Los Angeles tonight.. It's become too dangerous for you here."

"The hell I will- I don't wanna go to Tijuana."

"No John. This time it's much further."

"Guatemala?"

"John, you realize that if I tell you your future again it's quite possible that everything else I know will become slowly worth less? That instead of being able- to step in to your life with my strange words- and deft and yet strong movements to save your human ass- to ensure history stays the same- that you and Sarah survive. That instead it could slowly cease to work until one day- a bullet- a brick- a car- anything- could put a end- to you?" Cameron said.

Cameron's voice slowly was becoming more compassionate with each word she said. She couldn't imagine herself falling in love with him and yet that was what was happening. And she had told him she was pregnant.

That wasn't in the history books.

They had crazy love. The kind of love where they would set his truck on fire and drive through a terminator roadblock- just because.

Far in the future before she had ever come here Future-John Connor had told Cameron many things. But he had never told her that she would fall in love with him now. That she would love him. Or think she loved him.

Which felt like the same thing in the end.

There were a lot of things he had left out of telling her. At the time she had been frustrated at the insufficient input for programming her mission. Now she realized it had been something more.

Something like a mercy.

Letting her experience her life as a series of opportunities rather then a narrow track that led to her inevitable death that had already been recorded by the historical record.

"Damn it Cameron. We have to deal with this." John said.

Cameron traced his cheek with her hand and left him with a memory of her soft lips moving over his and leaving only a trace of wetness that tasted flavorless. "Tomorrow John. Your leaving tomorrow." She said and walked away with finality.

He stood there and watched her leave too stunned to think. John thought that he should go after her- chase her! But she could run at thirty miles an hour in her bare feet and he could have never kept up. Even if he had been wearing shoes. Which he wasn't. Their relationship never wrapped up. It was always left hanging after every time they met like an untied shoelace. On television they would have figured it all out by now.

But this wasn't television.

John had to find his own away without expecting a neat resolution at the end of every hour, every story, every season.

He made his decision.

He knew after all that this wasn't an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. This was life.