Hi, I'm new to this category so this is my first TSCC. I've only seen two eps I think, so this doesn't really have a setting at the moment. It's just a story that popped into my head and I felt I had to write it! So please enjoy everyone!!

Disclaimer: I have no idea who owns the TV show or the movies but I don't, just this idea!

John watched as she turned from the kitchen window. Her cream white skin set a fire from the bright sunlight beams that hit her. Her dark hair glowed as the highlights in her hair stood out. Her beautiful face shone and John couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

He had been sitting at the kitchen table with his books open in front of him. He had looked up to ask Cameron a question when he had caught the sight of her and all questions in his mind drained away instantly.

She looked like an angel. How could anything so beautiful be so dangerous? Such an easy killer?

Her chocolate eyes suddenly met his green ones and John hastily dropped his gaze back to his workbook, his head still full of her.

"Is it Math?" her voice was her usual monotone. John swallowed before saying, "No, I mean yes. It's Math."

He kept his eyes on the page, hoping that she would look away from him; the shivers ran up and down his spine. This always happened when she watched him.

"Your cheeks are pink and your heart rate has increased by 3.52 seconds," said Cameron suddenly standing opposite him at the table. John looked up at her as she cocked her head, "Are you ill?"

"Er…no," said John, silently cursing himself. He should have known she would suspect something even if it wasn't in the human way of it, "It's just the Math."

Cameron stared at him for a moment before sitting down at the table next to him and saying bluntly, "I cannot do it for you."

John rolled his eyes, "So my mother says."

There was a pause of silence. John felt restless; he wondered if Cameron could feel the awkwardness starting to surround them in a soft trickle like honey.

No, he answered his own thoughts; she couldn't feel so much as a figure prodding her let alone a human feeling.

"Today," said Cameron suddenly, "I heard some girls talking about it."

Thankful for some conversation between them and a distraction from his Math homework John looked at her again, "About what?"

Cameron paused for a moment; a strange look came and went from her face so fast that John was sure he had imagined it completely. She looked to John, for at least half a second, almost hurt.

"Love," replied Cameron, "what does it mean?"

"Love?" John stared at her for a moment in disbelief before shaking his head a little, "It's too hard to explain."

"But you always know how to," said Cameron watching him. John returned her stare for a moment before hesitating. How could the whole idea of love be described to a terminator that could feel nothing? He knew she was curious, hungry to learn the human ways of life but he didn't feel comfortable trying to explain the theory of love, especially not to Cameron.

He settled with, "well, what does your files say about it?"

"A strong or warm feeling, sexual desire, strong liking, to have feelings of deep passion for," Cameron said instantly sounding as if she were reciting it after having learnt it off-by-heart, "I read it in the dictionary."

"Figures," muttered John before returning his voice to normal volume, "You know what it means then."

"But there are other concepts of love," said Cameron, sounding like she was pondering the matter, "you could say something is loveable."

"Yes," John agreed, "or lovely. It's all got to do with the English Language Cameron."

"Lovely?" said Cameron, "what's lovely?"

"You know," said John, "lovely. Like you could say, flowers are lovely or something like that."

"Flowers are lovely," recited Cameron. John felt the corner of his lips lift upwards slightly. There was another pause of silence as John scribbled an answer on his page.

"John?"

He didn't look up, "Yeah?"

"Do you think I'm lovely?"

John's pen stopped in mid formation of the number twenty-eight. His mind began to spin in overdrive at the realization of what Cameron was asking sunk into him. He slowly looked up at her.

Cameron sat silently gazing at him, her chocolate eyes wide and innocent looking. To Cameron her question seemed as simple as "What did you have for breakfast?" John could see she seriously did not find her question embarrassing in the slightest, but then again, Cameron felt no shame in walking around the house wearing only underwear and a bra, so John wasn't surprised. However, that did not stop his stomach twisting and a tightened in his chest to develop.

Could he possibly lie to her? Would she even know the difference? What would it mean to her if he lied or told the truth? Was she even programmed to lie herself?

"Yes," said John adverting his eyes back to his page, he could feel the colour begin to darken his cheeks again, "I suppose you are."

Although he felt embarrassed by the whole conversation he couldn't help but raise his eyes to see Cameron's reaction. She gave him a true and genuine smile, her deep chocolate eyes shining. At that moment John didn't care how much his mother's voice in his head shouted at him of what species Cameron was, all he cared about was how true and real that smile of hers was. John felt a warm flush his entire body at knowing she understood the meaning of his answer and he smiled lightly at back.

The front door suddenly slammed making John jump and bury his head over his books again.

"Your mother is home," said Cameron, her monotone back into place. She was a machine again.

John felt the grip on his pen tighten. He didn't even want to imagine Sarah's face if she had heard what he had told Cameron. She'd properly feel disgusted; disbelief at the idea that the famous John Connor, her son, would fall in love with a robot; a robot from a race that had murdered his own father and that he was destined to destroy.

John felt a bitter laugh rising in his throat. It sounded like a twisted and sick version of Romeo and Juliet!

"Hey," Sarah entered the kitchen, "How was school?"

"Yeah it was okay," said John shrugging, "No shooting, screaming or running, just another boring school day."

Sarah gave her son a meaningful look out the corner of her eye as she kissed the top of his head before she turned to Cameron, "I had a call about you today. From your school therapist, you need to stop acting like a seriously anti-social and disturbed girl; it draws attention to us that we don't need."

"I am trying," said Cameron

"Well try not to 'try' in a terminator way," said Sarah as she filled a glass of water.

Cameron remained silent as John felt the tightness in his chest increase. Why couldn't his mother just see Cameron differently from death? She had done nothing but protect him since they had met her back in New Mexico. She was his guardian angel; a very dangerous guardian angel.

Cameron stood gracefully from the table and walked around it as if to leave the room but she stopped right in front of Sarah and gazed at her. Sarah's brow creased as she swallowed some water before saying, "What?"

John just had time to look up from his workbook as Cameron paused before she told Sarah bluntly, "John says I'm lovely."

John felt his stomach disappear at her words. It took Sarah a moment to understand what Cameron had said to her and when she did she looked ready to either slap Cameron or shoot her into oblivion.

Unbeknown of what impact her words would have Cameron silently left the room leaving behind her a very heavily silence. Sarah stared at Cameron as she left and then turned her eyes to John accusingly. John swallowed the knot that was forming in his throat.

He shifted under his mother's gaze, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and when Sarah spoke her voice was dry, "She's a machine John."

"I know," said John instantly, his own voice tight and sounding unfamiliar to his own ears. If he had been embarrassed before by Cameron's question he was defiantly embarrassed now, he could practically feel the blood under his skin boil.

"She has no soul and she never will," Sarah said not taking her eyes off her son, "She's not human John!"

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Sarah glanced at her watch. It read fifteen past two in the morning. There had been many sleepless nights Sarah Connor had had since meeting Kyle Reese. But tonight was properly the most terrifying then any nightmares she had encountered. This was real. The machine's words rang in her head like a broken record, John says I'm lovely.

John was a sixteen-year-old boy and Sarah could not deny the machine was attractive. She had known of John's fascination and interest in her since day one. And the machine wasn't even a her, it was an it!

But it didn't really worry her how attractive John would find the machine's looks; it was his attraction to her computerized personality that scared Sarah. He was developing an attachment to the machine that went beyond any teenage boy's interests.

She remembered the terminator that John and named "Uncle Bob" and taught him those human traits, she had watched him interact with the machine like it was family to him. She could understand why John would trust Cameron; he had never really seen a terminator as death or destruction, at least not one that was supposed to be on their side. And everyday she watched as John and Cameron transformed before her eyes. She watched as John became more fascinated and trusting of Cameron and Cameron learning more about the human ways of life from John.

Sarah knew John tried to hide it from her. He was no longer a child; he was growing older and was becoming less willing and comfortable with telling her things. But Sarah would catch the smiles John would give the machine when her naïve innocence surfaced and the way he would look at her sometimes when he thought his mother other machine weren't looking, as if he had never uncounted anything like her before. As if her simply being there amazed him.

It made Sarah feel slightly disguised to even think John might be falling for the thing. She sometimes wondered what the two of them got up to when they were at school or if they were alone together with her not around. It was not like she didn't trust John; it was the machine Sarah was skeptical about.

But surely she had nothing to worry about? How far could John go with the machine if something did happen? It was not like the machine would fall pregnant; it was just that after all, a machine. The idea was against reality, it wasn't even possible.

But yet, thought Sarah, wasn't John's conception, his birth, his actual being against all reality? His father hadn't even born yet when she had met Kyle. Wasn't this whole war of the machines destroying humanity sounding crazy? Wasn't that why John had been taken from her as a child and she was sent to a psychotic ward? Even though it was all true, to an average person it would sound ridiculous, Sarah had at first doubted it herself. The idea of John with the machine was inane too, yet what if it was true? What if someday…?

Frustrated Sarah pushed the covers of her bed back. Her thoughts and doubts could go on forever. Sitting up she ran her fingers through her dark hair and sighed. She climbed out of bed and made her way from her room and down the dark hallway to John's room. The machine was most likely lurking somewhere but Sarah didn't care about it at the moment.

Softly Sarah opened John's door an inch and peered inside. Her son was sleeping silently in his bed. A small smile came to Sarah's lips. When John was younger she would sit awake at his side and watch him sleep. It was the only time she watched him be untroubled by the future. But as he would get older, the innocent peacefulness that Sarah enjoyed sometimes evaporated and he would wake so suddenly from a nightmare which he would never share with her.

Tonight, however, he was a soundless boy. Sarah sat down at John's desk and gazed at his young face. She smiled and leaned forward and brushed a few strands off his forehead. Leaning back in the chair she knew what she had to do. She would protect John for as long as she had to, even against Cameron, for his own sake.

How was that? I hope it was okay!! Anyway, please, please review and tell me what you think! I may not be sure when I'll update next because I was planning on having a setting on this story but I first gotta realise what actually is happening in the show (I missed the Pilot and the Episode where John gets separated from Sarah and Cameron and there's a truck or something like that), and I'm a little confused at the moment, but it'll come, I promise!