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MicroFic #1, by The Crusader

Originally posted on August 4th, 2009

In his unconscious state, John recalled several memories of Cameron. Good memories. But then he remembered his 16th birthday, when he realized that Sarkissian, the real Sarkissian, was still alive. He remembered hearing the Jeep explosion…

"CAMERON!"

"John, you're awake."

He sat up in his bed and looked around. He was in a hospital room, Cameron was sitting right beside him. She looked different. For one thing, she looked relieved.

"Cameron, where am I? Where's my mother?"

"She's resting in a room upstairs. She hit her head too, but regained consciousness approximately 48 minutes before you did."

"Was it Sarkissian?"

"Sarkissian? John don't you remember? You and your mother were heading to Charley Dixon's house, when you got into a car accident."

"The last thing I remember was...you went out to get me a cake, and I heard an explosion."

He studied her.

"You don't have a scratch on you. You… look… beautiful."

She smiled at this. She knew she shouldn't that she wasn't supposed to show emotions, but she couldn't help but be happy. He was looking at her the way he used to.

"I like your hair, Cam. It looks… longer. How long have I been out?"

"It doesn't matter, you're back now."

HER John was back. The one who loved her. A tear of both joy and sadness rolled down Cameron's face. She knew this was wrong. Knew that she couldn't let him forget what she did to him, how great a threat she was. But she ignored the warning flashing on her HUD. She would enjoy the moment while it lasted.

"What's wrong, Cam?"

"Nothing. I was just afraid you wouldn't wake up."

"I was afraid too. Afraid you were in that jeep, that something happened to you. I never realized up until then…"

"What?"

"How much you mean to me."

"Come closer," he said.

Cameron leaned over towards him. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. She cried on his shoulder.

"It's okay Cameron, I'm here. I'm okay. We're okay. Everything's gonna be okay now."

"No one is ever safe. You taught me that, John."

He pulled away slightly, but still held onto her shoulders.

"That's why I don't want any regrets. Cameron… I… I…"

Suddenly all of John's memories came back to him in a flood. He remembered everything she did, trying to kill him, being ungrateful when he brought her back, lying about the machine parts.

"John? What were you going to say?"

He looked at her, and suddenly the hurt expression came back to his face. Cameron's proverbial heart sank...

"You remember now, don't you?"

"Yes… I do."

Cameron's head dropped down. She knew it was over. And she knew it was for the best. He had to remember that she was a threat to him.

But suddenly John placed his hand under Cameron's chin, and lifted her face back up to meet his.

"I love you, Cameron."

And then they kissed.