A/N: This is the official sequel to Falling in the Black. You are strongly advised to read that before starting on this one. The title is once again another song which inspired this story: Come for You by Nickelback. You might want to check it out. It would be sung from John's POV.

I just had to write this part, sorry. I'm back with a new sequel! As you know, I ended the last one with suspense! Cameron's killing herself gave John a real wake up call. And you may have spotted some hints I dropped about Sarah and Derek but I wouldn't be exploring their side often, maybe a little moments but the 'camera' will follow mostly John/Cameron.

And my deepest thanks to the readers who had supported this sequel and I really hope you won't regret it! And I would honestly try my best to improve on my horrible grammar so…

Well, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Amnesia for all

John froze, backing away from Cameron instantly, letting go of her. He left the bed and stood there. John frowned and blinked, hoping this was all a dream. Cameron sat at the bed, her eyes flashing in endless confusion as they darted nervously across John's reaction to her 'simple' question. She sat there, as frozen as John.

He stared at her, readying himself to reach for the gun in the drawer when his eyes scanned Cameron's shaking body. Her hand scrunched up the sheets nervously. John could see she's visibly shaking in fear from his actions. As much as he's afraid she might jump on him, she's also afraid he might jump on her. John can tell.

"Cameron?" John whispered softly. She shrunk away into the farthest corner of the bed as she could, away from him, hugging her knees. John sighed; at least she's not trying to kill me… "Cameron," John sat down slowly and reached out to touch her arm, around her knees.

"Who are you?" Cameron asked in almost a pleading tone. John can feel her fear, almost as his own. She's genuinely frightened by him but to answer the first question.

"I'm John, John Connor. Don't you remember me?" John forced a smile as she shifted away from wherever his hand is going to touch her. Cameron shook her head tentatively. John frowned, sitting back to the normal posture. He is just as freaked out as she was. Damn, the graze which the bloody film did on the chip must have scraped or damaged her memories files! John realized, cursing.

"Okay," John gulped, "You may not remember me, but, I'm John," He held out his hand in a shaking gesture, smiling.

Cameron's wide brown eyes of fear were instantly replaced by curiosity as she glanced from John's outstretched hand to his face. John waited patiently for her to decide her move. Later, slowly and nervously, Cameron's trembling hand reached out tentatively. John was still, waiting for her to come closer. Then when she was close enough, John shook her hand gently.

John spot a smile spread across her beautiful face features as she did that.

"I'm-" Cameron spoke but she paused, frowning.

"Cameron," John finished for her.

Cameron withdrew her hand, inserting it between her thigh and her stomach which is tightly pressed together, speaking shakily, "Why can't I even remember my own name?" Cameron cried softly. John shifted forward, sitting closer to her. He placed his arms around her.

"Cameron, you're Cameron," John whispered comfortingly, "its a little concussion. You'll be fine," John mumbled, "I'll take care of you," Cameron rested her head onto John's shoulder hesitantly. He pulled her away from him and cupped her cheeks in his hands, "Alright?" Cameron forced a nod and John wiped her tears, "Now get those tears off your beautiful face," John grinned.

Cameron smiled, wiping her cheeks herself and grinning at John.

"Does your head hurt?" John asked, looking at her bandage. Cameron shook her head.

"I can't really feel myself," Cameron replied, seemingly more comfortable now that she figured out John does not meant harm to her.

"I doped you because of your wound but it'll go away soon," John promised, sitting on the bed beside Cameron. He swung his legs on the bed and made himself comfortable. Cameron watched as John settled beside her. He smiled at her, lifting his arm behind her and Cameron took the hint. She leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder blade while he wrapped his arm around her.

"Can you tell me more about my life, John?" Cameron requested suddenly, softly, resting in his arms.

"Yeah, good idea. You may get some of your memories back on your own," John replied. He patted her shoulder as he thought deeply about what to say when Cameron spoke again.

"How are we related? Are you my brother?" Cameron asked.

She doesn't realize she's a machine…

"Erm, not really, but we live together," John said awkwardly. He didn't know how to explain it to Cameron, "We're kind of, y'know, dating," John continued, feeling the blood go to his ears. Cameron turned to look at him. John was surprised to see Cameron blushing slightly. But the next thing made John's heart leap out of his mouth.

Cameron leaned up to kiss his cheek, near the jaw for her lack of height in this posture. John gaped and remained like that even when Cameron remained relaxed in his arms. He took a while to recover from that but when he did, John used all his brain cells to resist the urge to feel that spot. It was burning.

John waited for a while to let it pass before reaching down to his chest. He dug into his shirt and pulled out the necklace, showing it to Cameron.

"The photo we took at the park together," John pointed at the front photo which Cameron nodded as a gesture that she understood. Cameron looked at the photo curiously as he stared at her, he smiled.

Suddenly, John's cellphone rang. Cameron jumped, turning her head from side to side like a child, looking for the source. She began to become nervous again.

"It's alright," John hushed her, "It's just my cell," He smiled assuring her once again. John dug into his pocket and took out his cell phone, checking the caller ID and felt his stomach plunge...

"Who is it?" Cameron asked softly, watching John closely.

"Nothing, Cam. Can you wait for a minute? I have to take this call," John smiled when Cameron nodded understandingly. He stood up and head outside. John stood right outside the room and answered.

"Took you long enough to pick up," Riley's venom in her voice carried across the line.

"I was busy," John replied.

"With what? Throwing me out of the house in the middle of the night. How could you?"

"I did,"

"I'm breaking up with you John Baum!"

"Good and thank you," John smiled to himself, hanging up the phone and switching it off, leaving Riley's jaw dropping. He grinned to himself proudly as he stowed away his phone and went back inside. Cameron was attempting to stand, using the wall to support herself but her injured thigh protested.

"Cameron!" John practically yelped as he 'flew' across the room, holding her by her arm to support her, "Don't get out of bed!" John reprimanded sternly, sweeping her off her feet and carried her back to the bed.

"I wanted to walk," Cameron said as John pulled the blanket up to her chin, "Who was that?"

"Who?" John frowned.

"That girl," Cameron replied. John could have slapped himself right there and then. Obviously Cameron would have heard, she's a cyborg with machinery abilities for Pete's sake!

"That was my classmate," John lied but he comforted himself by defending that it was true but not the whole truth. But if Cameron heard the entire conversation, she never showed it; instead, she looked up at John who smiled back at her.

"What time is it?" Cameron asked. John lifted his necklace and replied.

"It's 4am,"

"Thank you, don't you want to sleep?" Cameron asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

"No, I need to think," John smiled at her, "However," He paused to drag his chair by her bed, "I'll be right here when you need me," He grinned. Cameron nodded with a smile and settled into John's overly small bed. Cameron curled up slightly, facing John and closing her eyes.

John pulled the sheets up to her chin, "Go to sleep, I'll be right here," He repeated again to assure her. Soon, he saw her relaxing under the blanket, visibly. John watched her intently, smiling to himself as he recalled the times before- forget it…. He hasn't seen her sleep in a long time.

Subconsciously, his hand flew up to slip under the sheets, finding her more small and slender one. He gripped it gently but firmly. John knew he had to be strong now, he need to be strong for her.

What now? Cameron doesn't even know she's a machine but should I tell her everything? Can I bear to break her heart once more? What if she kills herself again and this time, I have removed the damage film and nothing would be there to protect her! No, if Cameron kills herself, I'll be right after her, I'm sure. John's thoughts halt as Cameron stirred for a moment, squeezing his hand before relaxing again.

Mom doesn't know about this and I'm sure Derek doesn't either. Well, mom would probably freak out and point a gun at Cameron but when I explain things, she'll still be wary of Cameron but I doubt she'd do anything else, seeing their friendship already growing, mom's not unfeeling... Derek, I'm not too sure. What if he tries to kill Cameron?! No!!! I can't let him. Or, I could beg him to kill me after her. No, I can't die. I promised Cameron. I have to be strong. I have to do something. John paused again, leaning in and kissing Cameron on her brow. For the sake of us, Cameron. I'll take care of you; I'll not let you get hurt ever again.

With that thought ringing in his head, John stood up, bending down again and kissing Cameron's forehead once more before removing his necklace. He selected a soft music, which he downloaded into it after making sure it was safe, and left it by Cameron's bedside to play. The piano's keys are so soothing and that made John want to watch Cameron dance again. But a question: Does she still remember how to?

John shook that thought away, slowly stepping aside from the chair and walking to the wardrobe. He picked out his favorite backpack, which Cameron mended countless times in the past, when Sarah refused to give him any money to buy him a new one. There were some out of color leather which Cameron used to fill the holes in his bag. John remembered she worked overnight to get the extensive damage mended up.

He gave himself a silly smile and grabbed a bunch of t-shirts, pant and shorts, two jackets with hoods and as many boxers as the backpack would hold and an extra pairs of combat boots. Then John walked to the table, ears listening for any sounds of Sarah or Derek. He picked up his laptop, pulling out the wires hastily and stowing the laptop into his bag.

John's hands ran over the devices and decided on a 15GB thumb drive, the computer connected camera (with built in microphone) and the charger for his laptop. He stowed it into the smaller pocket, away from his clothes. He looked into the wardrobe once more for anything he missed and decided to bring along gloves in case he need them to do 'dirty work' that he didn't want his fingerprints to be on.

John placed the bag by Cameron's bed. He couldn't help himself when he stopped there, bending over to press his cheek against hers. She didn't move but John could practically hear her breathe. He didn't even know she breathes! Once he was satisfied he had 'enough contact' to last for the trip to her room, John straightened up, worried Cameron might wake in his absence.

But he had to take that risk to get Cameron's stuff. John opened the door to the room noiselessly and tiptoed across the corridor to Cameron's room. He opened the door and walked in, not shutting the door behind him. John switched the lights on, met with the sight of the bed sheet, dyed in crimson red blood from Cameron's wound in her thigh where she hurt herself because he hurt her more extensively than any wound on earth ever could.

John turned away from that and ran to her wardrobe, opening it; he found a sling bag in the corner the wardrobe. John emptied the bag of any books, placing them neatly on the table. He chose the different clothes for Cameron. In the end ending up with a pick long sleeved shirt she wore on the first day they met, the long green spaghetti stripe, a three quarter sleeved light blue shirt and of course the deep blue dress she wore during the 'party' on his birthday, though he had no idea why they would be needing that.

Later, John just grabbed a handful of clothes which Cameron can wear for casual now that he has chosen the ones he thought she looked good in. Later, he grabbed two pairs of jeans, a skirt and a cargo pants for comfort, deciding on leaving the rest. John also grabbed a handful of panties and bra for Cameron.

Though John hate to admit it but he felt quite uncomfortable touching Riley when they were on the verge of- Nevermind- John thought he could throw up.

He made extra care to pick out two pairs of combat boots for Cameron and her favorite purple leather jacket along with a normal cotton jacket and a black leather one, stowing them into her bag. John zipped the bag shut, walking out of the room after one last glance. His finger found the switch and the room was plunged into darkness.

He made his way to his room quietly; glad to find Cameron still asleep, the music proved useful after all. John placed Cameron's bag beside his, leaving the room again to wherever his legs wanted him to go. To his surprise, John found himself entering Sarah's room! John stopped himself in time. But his heart wanted to see his mother one last time!

So reluctantly, John twisted the door knob quietly and entered the room. He could see the dark outline of Ryan in his cot and Sarah sleeping on the bed. John walked to Sarah's bedside, extremely quiet.

He bent over by her and gave her a wet kiss on her cheek, careful not to wake her. He stiffened when Sarah stirred. John ducked down as Sarah opened his eyes, glancing around in the dark room before going back to sleep. John sighed relief, standing up again. He was about to turn to leave when his eyes caught something.

He reached out to take it from the bedside table and smiled. Across the front cover splayed the words: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

John thought, sorry mom, but I'll be keeping this. When we meet again, I'll return this book to you, I promise. He held it carefully, leaving the room and to his room again, this time hearing a loud snore coming from downstairs. Damn it, now I know why Cameron told me last time Derek really needed a room.

He entered his room to find Cameron sitting up, eyes not of fear but of curiosity to where John went, "Hey," John whispered.

Cameron pouted, a one capable of making any guy faint, "You promised you'll be here when I wake," She said unhappily.

"But I am here," John said, putting the book on his bag, sitting by Cameron and picking the necklace, switching the music off, "Here, right with you here is my heart, it's with you," John smiled, wearing it with ease. Cameron smiled watching him wear it.

"Is it special to you?" Cameron inquired. Realization splayed themselves openly across John's face. He realized he would have to have some getting use to Cameron's memories lost.

"Yes, you made it and gave it to me," John smiled. Cameron nodded, absorbing an old hat for John but new ones for her. John felt he didn't know this Cameron but deep inside the pools of cameral, he knew he saw his Cameron in there somewhere, struggling to get out. They sat there while Cameron submitted this to memory.

When John broke the silence, "come on," He stood up, straightening his jean's folds, "Let's go!" He said enthusiastically.

"Go? Where?" Cameron frowned, watching John.

"We're leaving…"

To be continued…

Well, John and Cameron are starting their new life but with a different Cameron and a John whom take this new responsibility, to take care of a totally naïve Cameron, more important than being the Savior of mankind. I hope the direction this story have taken didn't disappoint you. Please Review!