Hi People! Firstly, this is my first try to post a story on or even to write a real story. Secondly, huge fan of Terminator! And thirdly, all reviews are welcome but please go easy on the reviews but I'm open to suggestion!
Rating: In this chapter, free for all ages. No vulgarities, only a situation where John gets really confused when he is alone with Cameron.
Chapter One: Serene Night.
The books on his table rustled as he flipped his old textbook angrily. Mathematics equation flashed across his eyes as he flipped through every page in the book. It annoyed him. The fact that time lag as catching up to him now after a long time since he time travelled. He was sick of his life. Sick of being a 'messiah' like how his mother told him he would be and how Cameron looked up to him, John Connor the Future Leader Of Mankind…
Cameron… the beautiful girl he met in school two weeks ago. She opened up to him when they first met; giving him the most attractive smile he had ever seen a hot girl gave him. But he was distraught when it struck him; she was a robot, a terminator, when she got up after having two holes on her chest.
John slammed his book shut. He stood up abruptly, causing the chair to lose its balance thus falling over. John ignored it, collapsing into his bed, crossing his arms across his chest, attempting to sleep.
Then he heard a knock on the door, it was loud and firm. John sighed heavily, hoping it would not be the terminator.
"Come in." He said, clearing his dry throat, making it worst.
To his disappointment, it was the terminator. Cameron was wearing a grey jacket that fitted her nicely, loose enough to be a jacket but tight enough to show out her slender bodyline and black track pants, barefooted. John was studying her attire curiously when he realized she was peering at his stare curiously. John turned his head over to face the side wall, flushing. He was glad his throat was choked up with dryness.
"Are you okay? I heard a crash." Cameron asked, keeping her gaze on him, voice blank and face straight, without emotions. The same "traits" John found on Uncle Bob who protected him when he was thirteen. But Uncle Bob wasn't disturbing to him and his robotic actions did not annoy nor surprise him but Cameron's sure did create lots of annoyance in him.
"'M fine," John replied, annoyed. He avoided looking at her and concentrated on a mark on the wall. John heard her walking to him.
"Sarah and Derek went out." Cameron reported dully. When she waited for John's response and didn't any, she bent down behind John and picked up the chair John toppled over. John silently cursed his mom for leaving him with a terminator he felt nervous and uncomfortable with. Cameron's shadow was cast over him when she stood by his bed side with his study table lamp switched on. John realized the terminator would never leave him alone without a conversation. So he reluctantly opened his dried mouth to speak but before that, he heard Cameron walked out briskly, talking big steps. John felt a lump in his throat, cursing himself. He must have hurt her or something for not having communicated.
"Snap out of it John. She's no threat. She's here to protect you." John mumbled. When he heard Cameron entered his room once again.
"Water is most soothing for dry throat." Cameron's soft voice sent shiver down his spine. "I was told dry throat cause humans to feel terrible and frustrated."
John turned in his bed to face her. He jumped, seeing how close she is standing to his bed but made a quick recovery and sat up in his bed, taking the glass of water the terminator held out to him. John drank it slowly, catching glances at Cameron who had her head cocked to one side, curiously peering at the way he drank the glass of water.
Her cameral eyes followed the meniscus of the water as it shifted when John drank more and more of it, finally finishing the whole glass of water, feeling the soothing sensation down his throat. Cameron took it from him when he handed it to her, mumbling thanks.
"Do you require more?" Cameron asked.
"No. Thank you."
Cameron acknowledged that by heading for the door when her system confirmed that John had no wish for a conversation. John didn't want to get caught up in an awkward conversation again but he didn't want her to feel he didn't want her as his protector. But he chose to prevent the latter.
"Cameron." John croaked. Cameron stopped walking and turned to him curiously.
"Yes, John?"
"Who told you water is soothing or whatever?" John asked.
"You did."
When John didn't say anything, Cameron left the room. John heard the tap running. Then it was turned off and Cameron once again appeared at his doorstep, looking at him quizzically as if to ask if she should enter.
"Come on in." John said as he took the math textbook from the table and spread it open on his lap. Cameron walked in briskly, stopping at his bedside, staring him down.
John shifted uncomfortably under her unwavering stare. "Is there anything I can help you with?" He decided to ask her.
"You dislike my company." Cameron commented flatly.
"What?" John asked incredously. "No! Of course not!" John said, shocked at Cameron's ability to realise what he felt. "I was just asking you if you wanted anything from me by just standing there. It is abnormal…even…even for you. I was wondering what you are doing."
"Can I stand here?" Cameron requested although John felt it was ridiculous to ask but he was glad the terminator made an effort to ask, after all it was his room.
"Why?"
"I am disturbed by the serenity of the night," Cameron replied.
"Isn't a serene night good?"
"No. Not for you." Cameron countered patiently. Then it occurred to John she just wanted one small privilege from him. Just to be allowed to be by his side and be there for him in the face of trouble. To protect him, John Connor who was wanted dead by many of her kind.
"Sure, why not. Stay here as long as you want. But take a seat." John smiled and gestured at the chair. Cameron nodded stiffly, sitting down beside him, peering into his textbook and the exercise he was doing.
"This one's wrong." Cameron pointed at the question he just did.
This went on for many hours and John started to like and get use to her company when they are talking and discussing about things other than the future. Although the terminator was caught up and very concentrated into their conversation, she looked up abruptly even at the slightest noise. This made John feel safe, making him droop to sleep in her company. Seeing her protectee's head lolled to the side, she gently removed the mathematic book from him and with a hand under his knees and neck, she moved him to a nice sleeping posture and watched him sleep, analyzing his vitals and breathing rate. It was all fine and calm, suggesting sleep. She tugged the blanket up to his chin and stood up, walking to the window, sensing another presence with them, somewhere, she stared into the darkness of the night and glancing at John so often only to find him in a new position everytime. She knew he felt just as uncomfortable as she was. So she decided, whatever happened, even if one of her kind jumped through the window, she'd be there to protect him. Cameron knelt by John's bedside, observing his calm expression as he slept.