To deserve Trust and Love

I'm not an American nor a Briton, so English isn't my mother tongue (actually I'm German-speaking), but I'll do my best with this story and I'm sure I'll get better with time. Maybe you can help and correct me, but in a nice and helpful way, please. No flames!

Description: After Cameron's breakdown, she has lost all the Connors' trust. Now she tries everything to prove John and Sarah that she's worth to be trusted. However, it's not easy to make a person, who hates you, trust you, but is seems impossible to make this person love you.

Pairing: Cameron/Sarah

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the idea of this story.

Darkness

Darkness. Darkness was pretty much everything Sarah Connor was able to see and silence everything she was able to hear. She was lying on her stomach on a dirty floor. She didn't know neither where she was nor for how long she had been unconscious. Her body didn't obey. Still, it didn't hurt. After all there was just this strange feeling of completely numbness. A feeling Sarah absolutely disliked, because of several reasons.

The first one was, in such a state she couldn't move, what admittedly wasn't very helpful, if she was in potential danger. And having a look on her current situation, she was clearly not in safety.

Secondly, of course it signalised, that something wasn't wrong, but terribly wrong with her.

And thirdly, probably the worst of all reasons, it could mean, she was dead and had gone to hell. For heaven it was definitely too gloomy, but somehow also for the infamous hell. There should at least had been some fire burning.

So, had she finally been killed? In a fight? In the ultimate fight? Or did she just die because of a heart attack? Because of cancer, like Cameron had told her once?

Cameron. Cameron the machine.

Sarah tried hard to remember what had happened before she had passed out, but it caused her headache and that made her new found vision even fuzzier. She felt tired and sad. She felt like shit.

Suddenly John's face appeared in front of her inner eyes. He was smiling at her. Sarah prayed for him to be alive and to do, once in his life, what she had told him so many times. Namely, to run away and not to play the hero, at least not yet.

Guilt washed over Sarah. Silently she apologized to him for leaving him so soon. She apologized for his fucked up childhood. She apologized for treating him like little boy one minute and for treating him way too hard the next. It may sounded trite, but she had always just wanted the best for her son. Long held back tears formed behind her eyes.

Without her, there would be only Cameron left to help and protect him. Hopefully.

Cameron. Cameron the killing machine. The damn killing machine.

All of a sudden Sarah felt a slight movement on her neck. She wanted to get up, wanted to fight, but she couldn't. She couldn't even tense a muscle. Surely it was a terminator, ready to kill her. What else could it be, but one of these machines?

But since when did terminators softly brush their victims hair away, instead of breaking and crushing their weak bones with one simple handle and a quick twist. Was this thing so sadistic that it played with her, like a cat with its mouse snack? No, that wasn't possible, because a machine didn't feel. And you needed to feel, if you wanted to be sadistic.

Almost patiently Sarah waited for the end to come, because she knew, she had lost. A relatively quick and painless death was all she could hope for. She was realistic.

The supposed enemy touched her skin with surprisingly slender and gentle fingers, which moved slowly up and down her dusty and bloody skin. Somehow it took Sarah a lot not to sigh. The touch felt warm, it made her feel safe. Maybe it was no terminator, but the grim reaper, trying to relax her. And to her shock it worked. She got calmer every second. Her fighting spirit was already dead.

Dying wasn't that bad.

She held her breath as she felt a pair of lips kissing the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. Dying wasn't that bad at all.

"Don't worry, Sarah. I will protect you." A smooth, reassuring voice whispered into her ear.

Sarah knew this voice, but couldn't identify to whom it belonged in the minute she had before she passed out.