He stared in disbelief at the girl who rubbed the dog's head with such happiness and contentment. She looked up at him with those big caramel eyes and he felt breathless. "Cameron." He whispered, only to have Kyle snort in disbelief.

"Your name's Cameron?" He asked looking at the strange boy decked in his coat. He shifted slightly as he looked away from young Allison and on to him.

"No. I'm John. John Connor." John said in a shakey tone. He couldn't understand what he was feeling; anger, rage even. He wanted the girl to give Cameron her body back, but even as that thought channeled through his mind, he knew if was wrong. Cameron took the girl's body, not the other way around. He looked into the girl's eyes and willed them to light up blue, or something signifying he really wasn't alone in this strange time period.

The girl just cocked her head, curiousity in her eyes that pulled at John's emotions all the more. She looked like Cameron so much it killed him. "Who's Cameron?" She asked. Her voice just added to the fire. He suddenly was extremely sad and angry.

"No one." He said in a deadly tone and willed himself away from those curious eyes. He looked back at Derrek who was frowning at him and then looking at the girl. Derrek couldn't understand the strange boy's, John's, sudden hostility but it entrigued him.

"Young." Allison stood away from the dog and gave him a disbelieving look. "Take Connor and give him some extra clothes."

Kyle looked at his brother with a smirk, realizing that he was doing this on purpose. He grabbed Connor's shoulder and gave him a serious look. "Play nice, boy. Don't want any more damage coming to that coat of mine." He smirked and John's whole body froze. He knew that smirk; that was HIS smirk.

Nodding, and noticably shaken, John pulled away and followed the Non-Cameron. He suddenly hated his uncle's sick humor and brooded about how he was going to repay him for this later. Was there going to be a later? John really felt stupid now, traveling through time and not realizing if there was a way back. He looked at the back of the girl's head, as she seemingly annoyed him. The dog trotted behind her and kept sending John strange glances. He gritted his teeth at the cold of the underground bunker and pressed on.

"I'm Allison." She said in a fake-cheerful voice. He could tell she was trying to get past the sudden hate he possessed towards her.

Something struck him as familiar with that name. He remembered when Cameron's chip had been faulty. She had called herself something along those lines. Allison what though? She also used to say where she was from. Pamdale? Pangdale? Dammit John!

"You know, this is where you normally say 'Great. I'm such and such." She continued, taking a right and then another one. John followed her in silence before she whipped around and surprised him. "You listen to me right now, Newbie. I'm generally nice, but you don't want to get on my bad side. I. Will. Fuck. You. Up." Her brown eyes were burning with a fire he had seen in Cameron's when she had looked at Riley. "If you can't get along with me, than good luck finding a place to live." She turned away and pieces of her knotted brown hair brushed against his cheeks.

He narrowed his eyes, past the initial shock of the change in her fake-cheerful behavior. He wanted to laugh. Like hell would he be afraid of her. Not when he'd seen Cameron do things with that body she was strutting around in that she couldn't even imagine. Not when he'd seen her shirtless, or actually had his hand inside her chest. She wasn't anything to be afraid of, and he had to show her that that point was made.

She turned an abrut left before he could say a word and walked into a room. She picked up a few things out of drawers and threw them on a mat near her. "Here, Newbie." She stated, picking pieces of clothes out and handing them to him, fake smile in place again. Her eyes held something like joy that he'd seen Cameron fake for appearances many times. It reminded him so much, he wanted to slap her.

Then something more depressing pushed on him. She wasn't dead which means Cameron's body wasn't even in exsistance yet. The thought made him sick. He looked at the girl with a hard glare in his eyes and snatched the clothes. Allison's face faltered slightly but she sighed and moved away.

John took a deep breath at the almost empty room and looked back at Non-Cameron. "And Allison?" He called out, making the girl freeze in her steps. He smirked to him self as he looked at her waiting stature. "You might not want to threaten me. You might regret it in the future." He said in a very casual tone that would have made his mom proud. His stomach did another flip. Is she still alive, he wondered. He wanted to ask someone, but Cam... Allison had sent him a glare and left, leaving the dog to stare at him. He guessed it have to wait.

He pulled off the coat and threw on the pants and shirt, turning away from the dog's hard black eyes before doing so. When he turned back around, he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Weaver!" He cried out in shock at the new red-head addition to the room. She smiled curtly and looked him up and down.

"You seem to be doing fine here Mr. Connor." She stated, her eyes boaring into his. John nodded, still slightly shocked. "I'll leave you then."

"Weaver." John snapped, calling the T1001 back. She looked over her heavily cladded shoulder. "Cameron." At her look of confusion, he pressed on. "My cyborg. Get her back." He cleared his throat, awkwardly as Weaver took him in, like praising him for a noble step forward. "Please."

She smiled again and gave him a "I'll do all in my power." before changing back into the dog. She skipped out freely and moved down the hallway, leaving John alone again.

Allison was poked her head inside the door and looked at John. His body froze. He waited silently for a shot to the head. How long had she been standing there? Did she hear any of the conversation? Did she hear her dog TALK? "Quit looking at me like I'm about to throw you against a wall." She snapped and walked out of the room with a simple "You coming or not, cuz I can leave you to rot!"

She walked in front of John, but close enough she could carry on a quiet conversation. She smiled silently and John felt very nervous all of a sudden. "So, I guess I know who Cameron is now..."

Shit.

So, this is my first fanfic for TSCC.

I'm very bummed they canceled it.

So, was this shit or THE shit?

haha

Please review! I'm doing this mainly for myself but.... I wouldn't mind some others joining in for the ride.