John had been talking about it for years.

At first it had been a simple hypothetical situation. It was a fantasy, something to stick at Sarah when she got too over bearing.

"You know what, when Cameron and I get our own house … The dishes are going into the dishwasher, this by hand stuff after dinner is like cleaning toxic waste … especially after your cooking!"

Sarah always responded with a glare over an amused look and walk away. When she was gone, John would turn to Cameron drying and always follow it up with. "Take that down, so we remember it." He would huff and Cameron would nod.

Sometimes they'd be sitting on the couch watching TV. John lazily slouched, Cameron straight backed. As always they'd tune in after an adventure out on the town just in time to catch the Infomercials. High Tensile knifes, indestructible garden hoses, Noodle pots. They'd see them all and when it was over John would always say. "Take that down, Cameron …when we get our own house, we need one of those." She would always nod.

There were a lot of things on that list, but it was always "Our house" and Cameron was starting to consider it a promise in the future years to come.

But then Riley came and so did trouble. Suddenly John was never home to do dishes or watch Infomercials with her. Most of the time, he hadn't been able to stand to be in the same room with Cameron. She had begun to wonder if John had been serious or if she should have taken it all at face value of an immature teenager wanting freedom.

Then one day Riley came by and brought a fruit drink for him. She had been on a sudden health kick. It was yellow and chucky. A Guava smoothie she had called it.

When Riley sashayed out of the room, John made a gaging noise and dumped it in the sink. He stopped Cameron as she walked by. "Take a note Cameron, when we get our own house, no Guava's." She nodded when he let her go on her way.

Riley couldn't fathom why there was just the ghost of a smirk on the cyborg's lips when they made eye contact as they passed each other in the hall.

Finally, the moment had come. Seven years, one abduction, and going to and returning from a horrible theater of war. There was no Riley, no Skynet, but most of all there was no Sarah or Derek, who had just left. It was just John and Cameron, their stuff, an old leather sofa and a queen sized mattress. All of it stuffed in a two bedroom garden home.

"What's the first thing you want to do on our list?"

"The very first thing I thought of … but never told you."

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and slowly pressed his lips to hers. He had always seen their future, but now they felt forever in a touch of passion.


Acknowledgement to an old fic from a long dead fandom that inspired this one. Also special shout-out to Alli6 for her old Jameron Music Video "Why Can't I" for help.

A little filler of an old commission on tumblr to hold you over while the race for the intellectual ownership of Because the Night: Volume II has begun.

Que the "Raider's March" music.