Okay, removed intro chapter and modified chapter four slightly. Chapter five is coming soon! I've just been uber busy!

Chapter One.

The Scrubbing Room/Hello, Sam.

"Corporal!" I called out.

They young man turned to face me. "Sir?"

"Where's General Connor?"

"He's down in the scrubbing room, sir."

I nodded. "Alright, thanks." I turned around and started walking towards the scrubbing room. John had been trying to reprogram as many captured terminators as he could for the oncoming assault. Everyone was on edge. Even Cameron seemed a little anxious…

"David." A voice called out. Well, speak of the devil.

"Yeah, Cameron?"

"John has been looking for you. He needs you down in the scrubbing room."

A young soldier makes some wise-crack about Cameron using the Generals first name. I turn and look at him, pointing my flashlight at him. "You, soldier. On your feet."

The soldier looks up at me, now realizing that he had been heard. He stands up quickly and salutes. "Yes, sir?"

"You said something; I don't believe that I heard it."

"He said, 'What gives that metal the right to use the Generals first name.'" Cameron said.

I nodded. "Is that true, soldier?"

The boy gulped. "Yes… yes sir, it is."

"And why would you say something like that?"

"Because that's what she is, sir. A metal. She has no right to be here, she has no right to be around General Connor. She's a threat."

His words echoed throughout my mind, throwing me into a flashback…

I walked just in front of Cameron, coming back to the war room from a recent patrol. The two soldiers guarding the door to the war room see me coming. They stand up and salute. "Welcome back, lieutenant."

"It's good to be back, boys. I need to have a word with the General."

"Alrighty." One of the guards opens the door. I start to walk in, Cameron follows me in, but the guard holding the door open stops her. I turn back around.

"Gentlemen, is there a problem?"

"She's a metal, sir. We're not allowed to let metal into the war room. You know that sir."

I looked at Cameron for a moment. I thought I saw a look of pain on her face, but I couldn't be sure. A person would think that since her face looked just like Allison's, I'd be able to read Cameron…

"Soldier, Cameron has more than proven where her allegiance lies. Not to mention that she has been programmed to fight for us, and to protect the General at all costs."

"Maybe, sir. But other metals have gone bad, what's stopping her?"

What was stopping Cameron? Well, her chip or chassis hadn't taken any damage upon her capture. Maybe that was it. "Her chip isn't damaged. It's almost brand new. The T-model terminators that have reverted back to their Skynet programming had chip damage. She doesn't. So, gentlemen, if you please, before I go to your superior…"

One of the soldiers frowned. "Alright, sir. We trust you. But if she goes bad, it's going to be on YOUR head. If you still have one."

I nodded, then motioned for Cameron to join me. She looked at me puzzled. "David, why wouldn't you have a head?"

"David?" I heard Cameron ask me.

I looked over at her. "What? Oh, sorry." I looked back at the soldier. "Son, this girl has more than proven herself, not only to me, but to General Connor as well. I would place my life in her hands, and so would the General. You need to start showing some respect, understand me?" Son? I'm only 26 and I'm calling this boy "son?" I think I need to get away from here for a while…

The soldier looked up at me ashamed. "Yes sir. I will, sir."

I nodded. "Good. Now, apologize to Captain… Marcus." No one had ever given Cameron a last name. Since I kind of thought of her as a daughter, I figured my last name would do.

The soldiers eyes widened, but he did as he was told. "Yes, sir. You have my apologies, Captain Marcus."

Cameron nodded. "Thank you."

I saluted the boy. "As you were, soldier."

The boy sat back down and resumed talking to his friend. I continued walking down the hallway towards the scrubbing room. After we turned a corner, she gave me a funny look.

"David, you just referred to me as Captain Marcus."

I gulped. "Yeah."

"Why? We are not married, we do not share last names. I do not even have a last name." She stated.

"Cameron," I turned and looked at her. "Aside from John, who have you spent most of your time with?"

"You."

"And who has tried to teach you what phrases to use when, the values of human life, and what humans do when they show affection?"

She tilted her head to the right. "You."

"So, because of that, because I have tried to teach you all of these things, what position would that kind of give me?"

Again, she paused. "There are three possible choices. One, you are a teacher. Two, you are a parent, or three, you are a sibling."

I sighed. "Well, I'm not sure of too many people that teach everything I have taught you. So that leaves me with parent or sibling." I swallowed hard, then looked Cameron in the eyes. I was startled for a moment because her eyes were glowing blue. Then I realized that it was kind of dark, she was probably using night vision. I took a breath before continuing. "I have often thought of you as my daughter, simply because I'm constantly teaching you things. But, because you look identical to… Allison, I have thought of you as a sister in law. Does that make sense?"

Cameron tilted her head a little farther over. "I believe so. I am in a position that you love and care for, but not a position that you care for romantically?"

I smiled. "Simplistic, but correct."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why have you always been so nice to me? Skynet used Allison to create me. Skynet tortured Allison for information regarding John's location. Why don't you hate me like everyone else?"

I thought about that for a second. She raised a good question. Why didn't I hate her? Was it because I thought she could eventually replace Allison? No, that wasn't it. Was it because she seemed so lost and confused when she had been re-activated? Maybe that was it… I rubbed my ring finger and the wedding band still on it. I looked at Cameron. "First of all, not everyone hates you. John likes you. He's grown rather fond of you, actually. I like you. A lot of the Tech Com boys seem to like you. Not everyone hates you. As to why I don't hate you… I guess it's because I realized, when you came back on-line, that you weren't part of Skynet anymore. You hadn't actually killed Allison… Funny enough, after you said you had no record of Allison's death, I've been holding on to a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe Allison was still alive." I paused, looking down at the ground.

Cameron reached over and lifted my chin up. "The odds of Allison surviving this long are twelve to one hundred thousandth. However, as you are so fond of telling me, Allison has always been one to beat the odds. Considering that she survived Judgment Day, there is a possibility that she has survived Skynet."

I looked at her. I understood what she was trying to do. Comfort me. Unfortunately, Cameron had yet to learn that by comforting someone, you fudge the odds, make them sound better. You don't tell someone the actual odds. But she was right. Allison had survived Judgment Day when she was still a toddler. Perhaps she had some luck the rest of us didn't, or maybe a guardian angel. I reached up and wiped a single tear from my face, nodding. "I hope she can make it, Cameron… I really do."

Cameron pulled me into a tight hug. At least she had learned that humans find comfort from physical touch, like a hug or a hand squeeze. She pulled back and looked at me. "We have to get to the scrubbing room."

I nodded and headed down the hall.

I opened up the door to the scrubbing room. John was overlooking a T-850 that was lying on the slab in the middle of the room. I half smiled. "You have to be here for every one that comes back on-line, don't you?"

John looked up at me and smiled. "Yeah. It lets me know…"

"If we actually programmed it right or if it's still going to try to rip your head off."

John chuckled. "Yeah, something like that."

I walked over and looked down at the T-850. It was pretty banged up, the artificial flesh was still torn up, and the endoskeleton underneath it was showing. "John, are we going to fix this thing up, or leave it as it is."

John looked over at the damage. "I think we'll leave it until we know it's going to work right."

I nodded. Makes sense. You didn't put all your time and effort into something if you don't know whether it will work or not. "What unit were you planning on putting it in?"

John stepped back from the slab. "I thought about putting it under you in the Templars if that's alright?"

I thought for a moment. In the last Skynet attempt to take Serrano, two of my T-800's were destroyed. I could use some more heavy back up. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll take him. I could use a couple more, though."

John nodded. "I've already sent three 800's to your unit. This will be the last."

"Alright." I agreed.

John sighed. I was looking the T-850 over carefully. Only the skin looked damaged, and I could live with that. It would help distinguish this one from the enemy. John looked at me. "You ready to bring it online?"

I looked over the Allison look alike carefully. Skynet had done a very good job in recreating every little detail about Allison. My eyes watered. I wiped them on my jacket. John looked at me.

"You okay, David?"

I nodded, still wiping my eyes clear. "I'm fine, John."

"Because if you need to go collect yourself…"

"No, John." I said as forcefully as I could manage. "I'm fine. I want to be here when we bring her online."

John grabbed my shoulder. "David. This isn't Allison…"

"I know." I nodded my head. "I know."

"You still want to stay?"

I thought for a second. John was probably going to put this terminator in a different unit, somewhere far away from Serrano. For some reason, I didn't want that to happen. "John."

"Yeah, David?"

"Where are you going to put her?"

"I thought about the front lines. Then again, she might make a good chopper pilot…"

I cut him off. "I'll take her. Put her with the Templars. I'll take care of her."

John looked shocked. "Why?"

"Because she's different, John. She had emotions, I had… A feeling about her, John. I think she can be useful here at Serrano. She might even be able to replace your old body guard."

John thought for a moment. I looked over at the programmer. "Add to her mission parameters that she must protect General Conner at all costs." Connor looked at me. I shrugged. "It might come in handy some day."

The programmer typed for a couple of moments, then ejected the terminators chip from the chip terminal, and handed it to John. John looked at me then handed me the chip. "You bring it back, David."

I grabbed the chip and nodded. I walked to the top of the slab, and picked up the terminators head. The skin was still cut open, so I pulled the flap back and opened the CPU port. I pressed the chip into the port until it clicked into place. I closed the CPU port, then walked over to the base of the slab and waited, folding my arms. A few moments later, the terminators eyes glowed blue, then faded. The terminator sat up. "Where am I?" It asked.

The sound of her voice almost brought me to tears. I swallowed hard. "You are…" I swallowed again. "You are in the Resistance base known as Serrano Point."

She looked around the room, her eyes settling on John. "What are your mission parameters?" I asked.

She looked back at me, tilting her head to the right. 'Please don't do that…' I thought. "My mission is to fight for the Resistance, and to protect General Connor at all costs." She turned back to John. "You are General Connor?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw John nod. "I am." He stated.

"Thank you. Some of my data files are still recompiling." I tensed and reached for my .44 instinctively. She looked at me. "My mission parameters have already loaded. I am of no threat to you or General Connor."

I nodded and pulled my hand away from my holster. "What is your name?" I asked her.

"My original programming states that my name is Allison Young, however, I know this to be incorrect. Allison Young was human…"

"Allison Marcus." I blurted out.

John looked over at me, concern on his face. The terminator looked at me; I thought I saw a look of realization on her face. "Allison Marcus…" She paused, looking at my left hand, noticing that I was rubbing my ring finger. "You are her husband."

I nodded. "Yes, I am."

She nodded. "I understand."

I looked down at the floor. John came over to me. "You okay, David?"

I nodded. "Yeah, just gimme a second."

John nodded. I closed my eyes tightly, clenched my fists, took a deep breath, and then looked back at the terminator. "So, since your name is not Allison, what is it exactly?"

The terminator looked at me. "My Skynet model is TOK-715, my Skynet name is TK-427."

I chuckled. I couldn't help it… "Well, that won't do, will it, General?"

John shook his head. "No. No it won't."

I looked at the terminator and thought for a second. I remembered Allison talking about the name she thought would be great for a daughter: Cameron. I smiled. "Your name… Is Cameron."

John looked at me. He knew that was what Allison had wanted to name our daughter, if we ever got to have one. "David…" I waved my hand at him.

Cameron looked at me. "Cameron…" She repeated. "Thank you. Cameron is a beautiful name."

I smiled. "Yes it is. Yes it is."

"David?" I heard John ask.

I looked at him. "Yeah, John?"

"You alright?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I was just thinking." I looked up to see Cameron standing behind John, her hands wrapped around his right arm. He pulled back, and then set the chip on the slab. "You do it, David. He's going into the Templars, he's your 850."

I reached over the 850 a grabbed the chip, walked around behind its head, pulled open the cover for the CPU port, and plugged the chip in. I walked around to the base of the slab. A few moments later, the 850's eyes flashed red for a moment, and then dimmed. It sat up and looked at me, but said nothing. "Do you know where you are?"

The 850 looked around. Then, in a thick Austrian accent, it replied. "I am at Serrano Point."

"What are your mission parameters?" John asked.

The 850 looked back at me. "To fight for the Resistance and protect Lieutenant David Marcus at all costs."

I looked over at John. "What?" He asked. "You could use a body guard too, you know."

I chuckled, then looked back at the 850. "What is your name?"

"My Skynet model is T-850. My Skynet name is TK-1740."

I shook my head and laughed. Each one's the same…, I thought. I looked at the T-850 for a moment. What would be a good name for a body guard that protected a person that was in constant danger? "Well, TK-1740. You have a new name. Are you ready to overwrite your old one?"

After a moment, "Yes."

"Your name… is Sam."

After a moment, Sam looked at me. "My name is Sam."

I nodded. "Yep."

Sam nodded. "Thank You."

"You're welcome. Private," I motioned to a young private standing by the door. He came forward. "Take Sam here on a tour of the inner perimeter, and then take him to the armory. Get him suitable gear and some weapons, and then send him to my quarters. Alright?"

The private nodded. "Yes, sir. Please come with me, Sam."

Sam got up and followed the private out of the scrubbing room. I looked over at John. "Each one's the same."

John looked at me. "Sam? You named him Sam? After who, Samwise Gamgee?"

I laughed. "It was all I could think of. What would be a good name for a body guard that protects someone who is always in danger?"

John laughed. "Well, I guess you have a point there."

"General Connor?" A voice asked over John's walkie-talkie.

He pulled his walkie up to his face. "This is Connor, go ahead."

"Sir, we have readings on multiple Skynet units coming this way from the north. Looks like three carriers and two ground HK's."

John looked at me, then over at Cameron. "We need to get to the war room."