*** I just couldn't stop thinking about where the storyline of Cameron and John went, so I decided to write my own ending. I'll add more to it later! Enjoy!***

***P.S. I don't own these characters. I know. Shocking.***

He didn't really know why—why he had to go after Cameron's chip. It wasn't a matter of choice. The moment he saw her lifeless body slumped at the table and realized that she—the part of her that made her alive—was gone he had to go after it.

He wasn't even surprised that his mom didn't go with him: this wasn't her fight. She never cared about Cameron. She was always just a machine to her, just metal. But for John, for John she was a friend, a companion. And sometimes he could swear she was more human than most people he knew.

So he went after this John Henry, the Cromartie look-alike, and found himself face-to-face with non-other than his uncle, and father. Who, in his past, both died.

Oh, and a girl who looked exactly like Cameron but wasn't, because this girl was human. Her graceful movements spoke plainly enough. Also, the dog didn't bark at her.

But the pressing problem was the fact that no one seemed to know who he was.

Because I skipped over all the time that made me matter he realized.

"So, John Connor," his father, Kyle, was saying, "Do you mind telling me who the hell you are?"

The future leader of the human resistance—the most important person in the world. "I'm not sure that you'd believe me," he said instead.

"Try me," Kyle replied, leaning against a crate as comfortable as if he were in a private office instead of the middle of a dark tunnel surrounded by soldiers.

"I'm from the past," he decided to start with.

Derek frowned, "Then how do you know who we are?"

Here it came: the truth that could easily get him killed. "Because, Kyle Reese is my father."

Derek burst into hysterics, the rest of the surrounding officers looked somewhere between amused and skeptical—but Kyle frown at John contemplatively.

"How is that possible? You seem familiar but I—I am not a father."

John looked down, then back at his dad. "Yet."

Derek stopped laughing, "Kyle, you don't believe this kid do you? He's obviously gotten knocked on the head a few too many times. The idiot doesn't even have any clothes."

Kyle nodded, but didn't look at his brother. "Yeah, we should get you dressed kid. I have a feeling you have a lot to tell me."

"So," Kyle said after hearing John's complete, and therefore extremely long, story. "You left your mom, who I might add sounds like a completely catch, I cant wait to meet her, for a terminator chick?"

They were back in Kyle's barracks, John finally fully clothed.

John could feel his face flushing but tried to ignore it. "It's not like that. I have to find this John Henry thing and probably destroy it. Getting Cameron's chip back will just be a bonus." He hoped that his father didn't know him well enough to spot a lie.

"Uhuh," Apparently he did. "Well, where's this other terminator that you came with?"

"I don't know, but I have a feeling it knows where John Henry is."

"Do you have a way to find it?"

"Like Terminator bait? Not likely. My only hope is that it needs me."

"Why would it need you?"

"I know Cameron better than it does, if this John Henry has parts of Cameron on it's chip—I'll know where to find her." He didn't—not really.

Kyle nodded, "And if this terminator doesn't find you, or need your help?"

"I'll start looking on my own," John said confidently.

Pushing a hand through his hair, Kyle sighed. "As confident as you seem about striking out in to Metal territory all by your lonesome as you seem, I'd feel better if I sent a couple of my people with you. And I think your mother would kill you if I didn't."

"She probably would," he agreed.

Kyle grinned, "She just gets more and more sexy."

"Dude, she is my mom."

"Right. Well, get some rest, I'll let Allison and Scott know they're going with you tomorrow."

"Wait. Alison? As in Alison Young?" The girl Cameron though she was for a day… because she was, in a weird way?

"Yeah? What is she your great aunt or cousin or something?" Kyle asked.

"No… it's… nothing." John said.

"Okay, then." And Kyle left, shutting the moaning metal door after him.

But it wasn't nothing. He was going to be traveling Alison Young. Cameron's… what? Her prototype? Her original? Would Alison be anything like his Cameron? Was the reason he felt so close to Cameron just Alison? Was Alison the one he truly cared about while Cameron was just the carbon copy?

One way or another he would find out tomorrow. And the though sent shivers down his spine.