Cameron sat in the dark, listening to the sounds of a chest, rising and falling. Sheets rustled and a loud snore could be heard. Cameron rolled her eyes, moving from her chair beside John Connor's bed. She knelt on the empty space between John and the edge of the bed. She slipped her hands across John's flat abs to his far side and pulled him towards her, turning him on his side as she did.

John's arm came out and wrapped around her legs. Cameron sighed, gently loosening his grip to slide further into his embrace and onto her back next to him. John swung his leg over hers and rolled onto her, snuggling the side of his face into her breasts. Their legs tangled and John's hands rested on the sides of her thighs. Cameron smiled warmly and threaded her fingers in John's over-grown hair.

Cameron didn't need to breathe but she did for him. He told her many times when they were lying in this position that he loved to feel her under him, to know she's there and she's 'alive'. They rarely spoke of her non-humanness. John said he long ago accept that she was a cyborg and an ex-terminator. She was his and that's all that mattered. The subject was dropped after that.

Sarah Connor put up a resistance to their 'relationship'. 'It's not right,' she had said. 'I didn't like it then and I don't like it now.' John had many an argument with his mother over Cameron.

Derek Reese was the same. 'It's evil, John, it should be 'terminated,' John nearly killed him over that.

Cameron loved John, pure and simple. As she told John from the beginning when she 'first' met him in 1999, 'I'm different.' John, himself, programmed her to have emotions. She could feel pain and cry and be happy and feel love and yes she could even become horny. John always joked about how he liked her in that mood.

A blue light lit the room. A beep went off and the heavy-duty door to John and Cameron's compartment slid apart. A yellowish light flooded the room only blocked by a small child. Cameron smiled at the boy who ran towards her. Kyle Conner climbed on the bed next to Cameron and John. The bed bounced with the weight and John yanked up.

"Is it morning?" John mumbled, his voice husky from sleep.

"Yeah." Cameron replied. Kyle shook John.

"Come on, Dad. I've been up for 40 minutes now. Grandma Sarah says she'll come in here soon if you don't get up."

"Well we don't want that do we?"

In a stage whisper, "Grandma Sarah scares me."

Cameron laughed. "Come on, big boy, why don't you go watch the soldiers go through their morning routine?"

"'Kay, Mommy." Kyle scampered off the bed and was out the door, the heavy door sliding shut behind him.

John moved down and nuzzled Cameron's slightly protruding stomach.

"How are you feeling, Cam?"

"No more morning sickness."

"I still don't get how you get morning sickness."

"I can eat. I can shed waste. I eat for the baby. The waste has to go somewhere."

John just shook his head, rolling over off her. He untangled himself from the sheets and stood up. He crept towards the door and spoke into the door panel.

"Code 21958493Alpha12niner. Confirm?"

"Confirmed. Door locked. Mission Complete."

John turned and smiled mischievously. He slinked back to the bed where Cameron still lay on her back. John moved over the bed, hovering above Cameron.

"You haven't said Good Morning to me yet, love."