A/N: Hey! If you are reading this, I can assume that you are here to check out my story. That's great! Let me point out that this is my first TSCC fan fic. I love the show so much and felt that I had to contribute to the great stories out there, and after reading some of the really good ones (such as Judgment's Dawn by King Steve), I can only hope that this story measures up.

Please review, it gives me inspiration to continue, and gives me an idea of what you all might like to see. (Doesn't mean it will come exactly the way you want, but I try to be accommodating without going off my original course.)

So, without further adieu, here is the first chapter of Destiny Is Worth The Fight

Midnight Jaunt

Anxious, John stood outside of Cameron's room, peering through the crack of the slightly ajar doorway as he watched her dance. While he was worried about being caught, fearful that Sarah or Derek would walk around the corner even at this late hour, he was too fascinated to pull himself away. Cameron's dance was like the pied piper's melody, and John was the hapless child who couldn't help but be entranced by it.

For a few weeks now, John had awaken about halfway through the night and tip-toed over to Cameron's room to sneak a glance at her dancing. A part of him felt guilty, as if he was invading her privacy, and that he wasn't supposed to watch from behind a door where she couldn't see him, but it was quickly pushed aside. "She is a machine after all," he reminded himself, "those kinds of problems aren't things that affect her."

And yet, even as he thought this, he felt the guilt start to well up in him. He kept trying to logically reason with himself that she was simply a robot and that she could only imitate emotion and not experience it. But the part of him that hoped differently kept holding on, unwilling to die and fall away; it was always clawing at his conscience whenever he thought of Cameron as just a machine. No matter which way he turned, he was both the aggressor and the defender. "This is going to tear me apart, unless I get a clamp on it soon."

John continued to watch Cameron's graceful dance, as Cameron swept out her legs, forming an upside down "v". Then she waved her arms towards her outstretched leg, leapt shortly into the air and pulled her legs back together, landing lightly on the end of her toes. She jumped around a few times, and ended in a split.

"Her moves are so fluid, so graceful, rather that the mechanical, stiff look I'd expect." No matter that John had seen this countless times over the past few weeks, every time seemed new and never failed to amaze him. "She almost looks…human…the way she dances." He was somewhat afraid to admit to himself that while he watched her dance, she became less a machine to him, and more like an actual person.

John attempted to stifle a yawn as he watched; worried it would alert Cameron to his presence. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to notice, and continued through her routine.

"Wow, she is so beautiful" John thought as he stared, transfixed on Cameron's every movement. "Argh! What am I thinking? She is a machine, I am a human; am I going crazy?" He pondered this for a moment. "No," he finally decided, "I must simply be really tired. Yeah, that's obviously it, that's why I'm thinking this, I'm just really tired."

Yet, as John pulled himself away from Cameron's door half-heartedly, he knew that sleep had nothing do with it. He took care to be quiet so as to make sure he didn't disturb anybody as he made his way back to his room, Cameron especially.

Twenty minutes later, after lying in bed both thinking about Cameron and trying not to think about Cameron, John's brain was finally granted a reprieve as exhaustion pulled him to sleep.

Cameron walked back into her room, quietly closing the door behind her. She had just checked to make sure John was asleep, and upon confirmation decided to analyze the situation that had just occurred between her and John. She did not understand why John kept sneaking over to watch her dance, or why he tried to be so secretive about it.

"Perhaps John thinks I will tell Sarah that he is up late. Or maybe he is afraid of being alone in the dark." She found this reasoning to be very logical, and make perfect sense to her calculating CPU. Yet, something kept telling her that it wasn't the answer she was looking for, although she couldn't figure out what gave her that idea.

Cameron kept with her logical reasoning however. "After all, Future John often woke in a cold sweat, worried from the nightmares he would experience almost every night."

Cameron wondered if John was starting to experience the same fearful nights his future self went through regularly. "I might need to ask John about it in the morning. He can confirm for me that it is in fact the nightmares, and not some unforeseen threat."

Satisfied with her decision, Cameron stood up and left the room. Taking care to continue being quiet, she walked over to where Sarah kept the weapons stored, and grabbed an M-4 to begin her nightly patrol of the house.

So, what do you think? I know the first chapter is short, but they will (for the most part) get longer starting with the next chapter. I thought about combining this with part of next chapter, but decided that I should let this one end the way it does.

Please review, thanks!