A/N: Hi! I'll try to make this short and simple. This story would be the sequel "I'll always come for you". Before reading this story, I strongly encourage you to read up on Double Metal, and then Falling in the Black and I'll always come for you. You'll easily get lost if you don't as I'll be referring to those stories quite a lot.

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Chapter 1: Be Somebody

John smiled as he drove into town. He can't wait to return home from work, he missed her already and he'd only just left home. John thought about her as his surrounding changed from the barren land to the bustling activity in the small town. He smiled, remembering her smiles, her voice. John parked into an empty lot and jumped out, arranging his jacket. He kept his head low and walked to the shop.

"Morning pretty boy!" A gruff voice said as John walked into the small and congested office, squeezing in between the tables. He ignored the nickname stood behind the owner of this place.

John took in his boss appearance today, which consisted of a shirt and canvas pants.

"You're early today." He grunted. John merely gave a smile to him and stood there, "Two parcels. One out of town and another a little farther away. You know the routine, just see the address." He shoved two small parcels into John's hand and walked past him.

"Alright." John said with a smile. He walked out, accompanied with light and free steps

"You feeling alright, boy?" His boss asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'm good today." John turned out and replied with a wide smile on his face, "It's my wife."

"She made your day again?" He asked casually, sorting out the stack of documents. He gestured at the chair by the desk, "Sit, you're too early for the delivery."

John nodded and sat in the chair, "Yeah. She'd always."

"Said she's pregnant?"

"Yeah. 9 months, 3 weeks and 8 days." John grinned.

"Child's on the way." John watched as his boss said, "Good tempered girl?"

"Beautiful too." John couldn't help but add to the praise on Cameron.

"Yeah, I remembered the time me and my wife had our first one. She was short tempered and complained about how the kid's in the way and ranting about how she regretted it." His boss forced a smile through his moustache, "Wouldn't give it a rest…well I know it's hard on her but she didn't have to…" His boss stopped in a sigh.

"But you got four beautiful kids now." John pointed out.

"Yup, but wife's still a little… though better than during her pregnancy. I supposed many couples argued. You two never did?"

John was a little surprised if what his boss said was true. How could any husband bear to argue with his wife? Just looking at Cameron made his knees goes weak, the knots in his muscles loosen and his hand itched to touch her, "We have our share of bickering but I'd never have serious arguments with her. So far." John chuckled.

"Good kid. I gave in to my wife and look what happen." They both had a good laugh before John head off to the delivery. He was back in 20 minutes and his boss was surprised by the speed.

"They like early deliveries," John stated sheepishly. His boss thought for a while as John decided that it's time to drop the bombshell, "I'm quitting."

"What?"

"I'm quitting."

"You're doing just good, kid. The customers really like you more than Roger or even Ben." His boss frowned.

"Yeah but I want to stay home." John forced a smile, hoping he'd understand.

John was happy when his boss nodded. He turned around and took out a thick roll of cash, "Take it." He pressed it into John's hand, "Your salary and bonuses."

John browsed it through and noticed he had twice as much as his normal salary, "Sir-"

"Your wife needs you with her and you need the money. Go home kid." John turned hesitantly as his boss patted him heavily on his shoulder. John forced a smile and pocketed the cash before running out of the door and jumping into his jeep. He can't wait to go home. He placed the roll of cash into his pocket and started the engine.

John switched on the radio and played a slow piano tune. He began to remise of Cameron, dancing ballet in front of his eyes. It was most beautiful thing he'd have seen. The way she moved was so graceful John didn't even think it was possible. She'd only danced for him on special occasions but he'd always remember. He was about to drive away when John thought of something. He grinned, pulling out of the parking lot.

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He stopped the jeep outside a jewelry shop. First and last time he'd been into one was to buy Cameron and him their wedding ring which he'd never taken off since. John stepped out of the jeep, walking into the shop. He met a friendly salesperson and began looking at the row of beautiful necklaces. He had to consider the price as well having not bought out any of their diamonds with him.

He picked up a few to imagine them on Cameron's neck. Then he picked up a pendant on a thin sliver chain. The pendant was in a shape of a water droplet. In the middle, there was a small shiny stud of purple gold. He considered it before looking up with a smile, "I'll take this thanks." He said.

The salesperson took it and kept the rest. As she went to pack it up, John stood there, anxious to get home. She returned with the necklace packed away in a dazzling silver box. He took it and gave her the roll of cash before dashing off.

The jeep came to a stop in the backyard and John jumped out, slamming the fence shut and locking it. Whistling a happy tune, John went to the back door. He'd expected Cameron to burst out, welcoming him home with a warm hug and a passionate kiss but she didn't.

John twisted the door knob but it's still locked. Maybe she's asleep…John reasoned it out. He shrugged and dug into his pocket, searching for his keys. Suddenly he heard a loud cry of pain from inside. John froze but his heartbeat quicken. Cameron, Cam no, no! God please…

He fumbled with the lock before inserting the keys and twisting it. The lock clicked and John practically threw the door open. It hit the rubber bung, which John had fixed there, and rebounded but John was already making his frantic way into the living room. He gasped, seeing Cameron lying on the floor, near the clothes chest.

John let out a frantic cry before dropping to his knees. He slipped his arms under her and pulled Cameron gently into his strong embrace. He could feel her body tense up.

"Cam." John whispered, cupping her face gently. It was twisted in agony and her forehead was coated in a thin layer of sweat.

"John…" Cameron breathed out before crying out again. The contractions are getting worst by the minute. Cameron didn't know how long she has been lying there but she realized it hurts more when she moved to get the phone. She also noticed it was shifting downwards from her uterus. It hurts more and more every time.

She felt him hugging her firmly and whispering her name. It took her mind off the pain and let her open her eyes to look at him. She forced a smile before crying out in pain.

"Cameron…." John whispered in her ear again, helpless to do anything to stop it. It hurt him just as much to see her in so much pain. John sat there cradling her, noticing the small puddle of water between her legs.

"John," Cameron opened her eyes and clutched at his arm. She cried out. Cameron could feel his strong arm shaking under her hold. John is scared. She didn't want to put John through this. He is 16 and Cameron hadn't forgotten it for even a moment. Cameron had considered killing it or leaving John but she could not do that. And the only fact which stopped her was that he's a 16 year old but loved her dearly.

"I can't do this…" He whispered when he realized what she was asking of him but Cameron's grip on his arm tighter and something woke him up, "I'm not ready." He mumbled pathetically to what he had to do now.

"I'll take care of you." John mumbled into her soft hair, "Promise." Cameron listened, happily snuggling up to him, her swollen belly pressed up against his muscled abdomen...

John bit his lips, nodding hesitantly. He slipped his hand under her knee joint and neck, carrying her gently. He walked to the bed but Cameron touched the back of his head gently, "Table," She gasped out. He nodded and swept the stuff away as he placed Cameron on it.

He ran to get the medical kit, some warm water and towel. John could see Cameron struggling with the pain as he went. John fumbled with stuffs and just shoved them on the floor when they were in the way. He heard Cameron winced once more just as he got all he needed. John dropped the medical box on the counter just beside the table and stood by her.

"John, check the dilation," Cameron gasped, patting his arm. John looked lost for a moment before he walked to the tip of the table and removed her soaked knickers for her. John placed it in the pail of dirty laundry. She was right, their baby is coming. He checked her dilation and walked to her side, pressing his ear to her belly.

"It's an earthquake." John straightened up and leaned over to kiss Cameron on the forehead. She chuckled a little before wincing.

"John." Cameron mumbled as she placed her hand on her belly.

"Yeah?" He leaned in, feeling his nerves go down and the excitement drowning him. All that's between him and seeing the baby is just waiting for Cameron to be fully dilated. Cameron gasped, feeling another contraction squeezing her. "What is it?" John said shakily.

Cameron threw her head back in pain. Her hand clutched at his arm. John gently moved her grasp away from his arm and decided to get it over with. He parted her legs gently and gave her soothing consolations in words but there were obvious signs of extreme distress from Cameron. John began to become worried. She began to lose her consciousness.

John left his place and went to her side, cupping her face in both of his hands, "Cam! Can you hear me?" He let out a frantic cry as she didn't respond but moaned out in weak pain. John could tell she hurts but couldn't help her, "Cameron, talk to me. I need you please…stay awake, don't sleep." She still didn't respond and she was getting paler as cold sweat broke from her forehead, "Open your eyes."

John was clueless as to what to do. At this rate, the baby and Cameron might die. John wrecked his brains and then something struck him but it didn't please him. He'd come across it when he was reading up, being the excited father-to-be that he is. John remembered instantly dismissing that but now…

"Caesarean Section." John muttered nervously. He was terrified at the thought cutting her open again. He hated it but they both know, the baby would die if they did nothing. He looked at Cameron.

If Cameron heard him, she made no move to acknowledge it. She was getting paler and her moans of pain were far too painful for John to bear any longer. He nodded reluctantly for his own sake and picked up the scalpel from the medical box, placing it on the place nearby. Then he put in an amount of anaesthesia to numb her.

John was reluctant to give her anaesthesia as he wouldn't know when she bleed out and died but he know it would be cruel to let her take the pain. He held Cameron's hand firmly, "Cam," He spoke softly. For a moment, he thought she'd blacked out and he felt fear creeping into his heart but she responded finally, opening her eyes slowly and gazing at him as if to tell him that she is listening, "I love you." He whispered, "I just want you to know, there's nothing I won't do if I could just swap our places. I'm so sorry to bring this to you…I just wish…"

Cameron forced a weak smile, shaking her head slightly before squeezing John's hand. He held on until she blacked out before standing up and pulling out all his courage for this. He got to work, preparing stitches, cloths and wore the latex gloves they had in the kitchen. Then John removed her clothes and gazed down at her body softly.

Our baby's coming…He thought, gripping the scalpel tightly. John winced and cursed as the scalpel drove into her flesh. Blood flowed out instantly. Just that night, he was caressing her gently, kissing her every flawless flesh revealed to him. He'd never thought in a hundred years he'd be pressing a knife into her. John dabbed at it while working on getting through her womb. He swallowed as his meal came up. John constantly checked on Cameron's complexion and making sure there is a rise and fall in her chest.

He'd always thought either she had natural birth or he had to send her to the hospital but now, it was a no go for them. Despite their new identities, John couldn't risk having so many policemen walking around. If one of them was to recognise him, they'll throw him into prison and their baby would be left as an orphan and Cameron…She'll probably attempt self termination.

John placed the scalpel on the table when the incision was done and gently tugged aside the tough womb. He didn't know what to do next but went along with the obvious; take the baby out. John was shaking as his hand felt warm blood. John felt a small object and felt around, feeling a small hand closed on his index finger. He couldn't help but smile and acted quickly.

He found a good place to hold on to and slowly brought him out. John prayed and prayed he wasn't getting his wife and child killed. He didn't actually know what to do; perhaps this was just wrong…maybe it wasn't his place for Cameron to put her life into his hands time and again.

Then John saw a hand, which was stretched out the moment there was space. The head emerged from the wound, then the sturdy little body and the strong legs which, John remembered, spent countless hours kicking away. The thoughts of how this was not right vanished instantly.

Their baby was a slimy and bloody mess but John could make out the beauty under those. The baby opened his small mouth and started to cry, choking on the amniotic acid at his mouth. On his head, John could make out strands of brown hair, all soaked in the blood.

He grinned, remembering the first time he met Cameron. It was during Mr Ferguson's class in Red Valley, New Mexico. The first time he laid his eyes on her. The first time his eyes define beauty to be right before his eyes. It was one of exact feeling he had compared to this moment.

John immediately held their baby close to him, cradling the little life in his arms, bringing a finger to his mouth, which is wide open, and cleaning off the amniotic acid. John's gloved covered hands touched the infant gently. He cried, loudly, as if looking for his mother. His little arms waved around, reaching for her. John took it in his, marveling at the beauty of it all.

John felt a tear ran down his cheek as he held their child. They've been waiting for months and now he couldn't believe the little heartbeat he heard all these months is in his arms now. Time froze as the newborn open his green eyes and looked at John. John took in a sharp breath and didn't dare to move. There was a second of silence only to be broke when the infant belched.

"Hey." John smiled. The little infant looked at John with a mildly curious look as he ceased crying altogether. John picked up the clamp they'd bought and clamped the cord near the baby's belly button and used the scissors to cut the umbilical cord carefully.

John grabbed a clean soft cloth to wipe off the slim and blood before using a towel to wrap the baby up in. John placed him on the bed, making sure he could not roll down the bed by placing two big pillows at his side before running to Cameron and removed the placenta, throwing the slimy mess into the sink before starting to clean up her wound. Then John finally sewed it up.

John cut the stitch and parted his lips, breathing heavily. He paused and sat there before pulling off his latex gloves and diving forward to check Cameron's pulse at her neck. He heaved a sigh of relief feeling it, weak but still there.

John glanced at the little infant on their bed. He smiled when he saw a small hand waving around in the air aimlessly. John turned to Cameron and used a warm and wet towel to clean the blood off her and carried her to the bed beside their baby. He placed both of his loves under the blanket, making sure the baby's head is way above it.

"This is your mommy. She'll be awake in just a little while," John whispered to the infant, whose eyes were closed but it was evident he was awake from all the movement on his limbs, "You will take care of Mommy while Daddy cleaned up alright?" John added, kissing Cameron on her forehead before leaving both of them to clean up the bloody mess at the table like he said he would.

John packed the bloody cotton wool and towel into a plastic bag and placed it by the backdoor on the floor. He placed the placenta into a separate plastic bag and washed blood off the tools. It's funny but John had never felt so happy while looking at so much blood in his life.

Later, John went to the chest, stripping off his bloody shirt and placing it into the pail of dirty laundry. He kicked off his boots and walked barefooted and topless to the bed where Cameron laid with their baby.

"Hey." John whispered, slipping under the sheets on the other side of the infant. The infant, who seems to be dozing off, turned to John. The infant seemed to struggle to get his eyes open. He blinked a few times before closing them but John knew he was wide awake.

John gently touched the 7-minutes-old infant's palm with his fingers. It was smooth and flawless. He admired the beauty and perfection he'd created with Cameron. This is our child, my child! John thought with exhilaration.

The little infant looked harmless but John was a little surprised when his fingers closed suddenly and grasped tightly onto John's index just as he did when John first reached in to get him out of the womb.

John chuckled, gently moving his finger in small circles. The infant did not let go as John moved his finger in circles, his small arm followed along.

"What should I name you?" John brushed his soft and reddish cheek. The infant turned his head to him with his mouth open as if searching for something, which John guessed was milk. He watched as the infant moved his head. He was amused when the baby closed his mouth, moving it as if he is eating on something, "You hungry?" John teased him, brushing the back of his hand with his thumb while the grip of his index finger is still strong.

Suddenly, John saw a flash of lightning outside their window followed by a distant soft thunder. He kissed the baby on the head, brushing the back of his hand to coax him to let go of John's finger before leaving the bed. John went to the back door and locked it, bringing down the bolt and did the same for the front door. Then he went to their only window by the bedside and brought the two planks of wood down like a bolt in front of the glass pane, covering it entirely.

Then John saw a lightning flash and loud thunder roared. He turned and glanced at the infant to find him in a new and fascinating position for John. His legs and head shot out while his arms jerk up and out with the palms up. Shortly afterward the infant brought his arms back together and clenched his hands into fists. Before John can figure out the quirk (which he somehow thought was inherited from Cameron), the baby bawled, practically screaming his lungs out.

John was crushed. He cursed a little, rushing to his side of the bed, his mind on reassuring the infant. He sat on the bed, patting the crying infant's small torso with his hand but he cried louder.

John saw a movement at the corner of his eye and saw Cameron's smooth and slender hand taking hold on the infant's small fist, brushing the back of his fist. John watched as the infant ceased crying altogether and grabbed onto Cameron's finger like he did with John's before.

John heaved a sigh of relief inwardly and looked up at Cameron. She looked beautiful as she gazed down at their baby. John couldn't help as he reached out and touch her cheek, wondering if it was the same woman he married to, made love to and fathered a child with.

"John?" Cameron said, her voice husky, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"It's nothing. You look beautiful." John muttered, drawing small circles on her temple.

"No, he's beautiful." Cameron smiled, looking at the infant, "Or she?"

"He." John grinned. Cameron nodded, chuckling in happiness before gazing down at their son, who is beginning to doze off. He had a small button nose just like Cameron and lips like John. From John's information, Cameron knew he had inherited his father's eyes too. Cameron touched the infant's head, which had a significant amount of dark brown hair like Cameron's and from the sensitive touch of Cameron; she concluded he had an identical facial structure to John.

"Cam, I should probably tell you, he has quirks," John started with an amused look before he explained.

Cameron laughed lightly when he finished, "He's startled. It's the Moro reflex." John furrowed his eyebrows at her, "I read the book in my free time." She explained. John smiled, nodding. Then it struck John that he had to ask something.

"Cameron," John started, not knowing how to ask the awkward question, "Do you think you can…y'know…"

Cameron shot him a puzzled look.

"Breastfeed him?"

"Yes," Cameron replied, to John's relief, "and I will. Breastfeeding is healthier for the baby."

"Yeah." John nodded. The infant squirmed wrestled with the towel, getting out of it with his strong legs, rolling to his side towards Cameron, "He recognizes you." John smiled. The infant then turned his head to John the moment he heard his voice, even with his eyes closed. Cameron watched as his eyes wandered aimlessly under his eyelids.

"And you." Cameron whispered.

"You want to breastfeed him now?" John asked, eagerly.

"I cannot. The anaesthesia in my blood may be directed into the milk. It'll be safer to wait a little longer." Cameron replied, noting his enthusiasium in watching her feed the baby. His face fell but was pasted with a smile.

"Only the mom knows best." John sang, leaning over the newborn and taking her lips on his. Cameron brought her other hand to touch the back of his head as they kissed. They broke away, hearing the little infant squealing, eyes wide open, "Wow, he's a sneaky little guy ain't he?" He commented, teasing the baby's soft cheeks. He heard Cameron chuckled.

"Just like his father." Cameron laughed softly.

John gave her a playful glare before cracking up into a smile upon hearing her laugh, "How's your wound?"

"Good. Your skills are improving. Each stitch was precise." Cameron ran her hand over her bare abdomen.

"Thanks. Does it hurt?"

"Not so much." Cameron smiled.

"I quit my job, came home and find you on the floor." John mumbled, "Now I have a son, good day."

Cameron frowned, "Quit your job?"

"Yeah, you were due any day so I thought I should stay home and be there when…" John sighed, "It was too late."

"No," Cameron stated, "It wasn't." John smiled at her and they looked down at the infant. It was a while before john spoke again.

"We'll stay here till he's older. Then we head out to Central America. Set up a camp there. Train him up." John decided with a smile.

"Alright," Cameron nodded.

"We have the baby carrier right?" John asked. Cameron nodded again, pointing at the box in the corner by the chest of their possessions. He considered getting it now but couldn't seem to stay away from neither the baby nor Cameron.

"Is this right?" Cameron asked out of the sudden, touching the infant's cheek gently.

"What?" John turned to her.

"Him. Us?"

"Yeah. It's all I ever wanted and I got it." John smiled, assuring her, "So it is to me."

"What's his name?"

"Haven't thought about it..."

*

Riley fiddled with her phone anxiously. Jesse had called a few minutes earlier and told her to meet at the shopping mall. This was weird because Jesse normally wanted to keep it in low profile.

She stopped fiddling when she saw her marching across to her. Riley pocketed her cell and faced Jesse.

"I got another thing for you. Go back to the Connors and live there. Begging, like you got thrown out and didn't know where to stay." Jesse said quickly and forcefully.

"What? Sarah Connor?"

"Yes."

"What for?"

"I need to you keep an eye on her. John Connor would always come back to her. It beats waiting here." Jesse stated. Riley frowned but nodded reluctant to face Sarah or even that weird Uncle that John had; Uncle Derek, "I'll call you again and we'll meet on info." Jesse said and left before Riley could object.

Great….Riley thought. Time to move, just when she getting comfortable in the house with the small Labrador retriever the Lewis just bought.

*

John came in from getting his jacket from the jeep, closing the door and shoving the umbrella into the stand. He threw his jacket over the chair and paused. Cameron was sitting on the bed breastfeeding the little guy. John smiled, walking over, kicking off his boots. He sat down softly on the space beside Cameron and watched.

The infant's eyes were wide open, looking up at Cameron as he drank ravenously.

"He seemed to be enjoying himself." John grinned, leaning in and giving Cameron a peck on her cheek before giving the small infant a peck on his forehead. The infant blinked, unlatching himself from Cameron and twisted his neck to look for the source of that feeling on his forehead.

"He's looking for you when he woke." Cameron informed him, watching as their baby's eyelids began to droop, not being able to find anything interesting.

"Really?"

"Yes." Cameron nodded, shifting slowly as her wound stretched a little.

"Careful." John muttered. They sat there, waiting for the baby to fall asleep in Cameron's arms. John went to get the small jumper, mittens and socks for him. Cameron carefully placed him on the bed beside her and they started helping him wear his mittens and socks as he squirmed uncomfortably, "He's kind of like you before right? He doesn't see the need for clothes." John teased, pulling the socks on.

He got a playful shove from Cameron as she got on his mittens. They carefully pulled on his jumper, avoiding any contact with the cord clamp.

"So…" John paused as Cameron leaned back on the headboard, resting.

"So I'm going to take a nap. The wound is seeping my strength," Cameron laid back down on the bed.

"What do I do?" John asked.

"Anything you want," Cameron smiled before closing her eyes. John considered the options before jumping into bed beside them, watching both of them sleep. He dug into his pocket, pulling out the small box.

"Cameron, this is for you." John whispered. She opened her eyes, eyeing the box before taking it. As she opened it, John shifted closer. He saw her wide smile upon seeing it, "Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful." Cameron turned to him, kissing him on his cheek, "Thank you." John grinned, reaching out to pull the necklace out of the box, gently; he helped Cameron put it on. As he'd thought, she looked perfect with that on her neck. She smiled sweetly at him.

Leaning forward to give her a small kiss on her lips, in which she took on gently. John kept himself close to her, taking her left hand and kissing the back of it just above the ring. Then he held onto her hand, lowering it.

The baby shifted, trying to get a hold of Cameron. John chuckled, letting the baby grip her pinky.

They both needed her now.

To be continued…

Next chapter: Cameron and John continued to pursue the normal life, which is seemingly without their grasp now, with their newborn son.

"Maybe I'm just not good enough for him."