It was easy (too easy they would say as she came stalking out) switch it off (who in the later years he would call her, and then lover) and pull a wire or two and she was one of the first free minded Terminators out there.

"Terminate John Connor, p-protect John Connor, you?"

"No, not the me you see standing before you, the person I used to be that's who you need to protect. When I couldn't even protect myself, until you came. I've been waiting for so long for you Cameron, too long."

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"Stop staring, you've been siting there staring ever since I came in. Stop."

It had been weeks since the big blow out (when everything switched back to the beginning, terminate John Connor) the cuts were barely visible so there wasn't very much to stare at, besides the future leader of the humans, yeah.

"Sorry, Sir."

It was as if the moment he spoke every movement she was making before came to an end, and what was even stranger was the Sir that seemed to end all her sentences now a days.

"And don't call me sir."

"Yes, John (Connor I know all that runs through his brain, present and past)."

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"You called me Cameron, why? Is that what you would like to call me, John?"

It took me time to get used to the fact that every moment they shared ('I love you, John and you love me!') weren't stored in her memory bank yet, there were so many things that had built up over the years I wanted to say to her.

"Yeah, it's what I want to call you. Allison just doesn't fit you. I'm letting you stay in my quarters so any of my books are yours to read, Cameron, I doubt they have any where you come from."

"Thank you, John."

As she, smile wide on her lips (I could never call her it, never) fingered each and everyone of them I knew the next words (and all the rest that would follow over the two years) that I had to say to set everything in motion.

"You might want to start off with Wizard of Oz, it's my favorite. My mother, you know her of course, used to read it to me as a boy, I think you'll enjoy it."

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One night (after all hell broke lose, or at lest a little bit of what was going to come later on) she made her way into my room, steps steady, and her voice fell over me and for the first time I didn't make her leave.

"'Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife. ...'"

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