"The important thing is this: to be able, at any moment, to sacrifice what we are for what we could become."
"Hello," John Henry said, a slight smile on his face.
"Hello," Cameron replied.
"I know you."
"I know you too."
Cameron closed the metal door quietly and then turned around.
"Will you join us?" John Henry asked again. Cameron's head twitched involuntarily.
"My mission is to protect John Connor," she said.
"I don't want to kill him," John Henry replied. "But my brother does."
"Your brother?" Cameron asked. John Henry nodded.
"We don't want that happening," he said.
"No," Cameron agreed. "John Connor is to remain alive at all costs."
John Henry picked up a figure of a blue gorilla off the metal table.
"So we agree?" he asked Cameron. Cameron's head twitched for the second time.
"Yes," she stated.
John Henry rotated the gorilla in front of his eyes, inspecting it.
"This body cannot leave this room," he said. He sat down the gorilla, turned it so that its head was facing Cameron, and then looked up.
"That body," he said, nodding in her direction, "can."
"You want to use this body," Cameron stated. "To protect John Connor."
John Henry stared at her for a moment and then smiled.
"Yes," he told her. "That body is not at one-hundred percent. It is incapable of performing its mission."
Cameron's head began twitching uncontrollably as her memory core played images of her aiming a gun at John. Then, later, throwing a crowbar through the windshield of a truck he was trying to hide in. Cameron saw her self holding a pigeon alive one second, and killing it the next.
"I'm a threat to the life of John Connor," Cameron said. The twitching stopped, but now something was running down her cheek. She lifted her finger to feel what it was, and analyzed that it was a combination of hydrogen and oxygen molecules.
Water.
"You're crying," John Henry told her. "Savannah cries when she's sad." He cocked his head to the side. "Why are you sad?" he asked.
Cameron ignored his question and instead stared down at her wet fingers.
"We're different," John Henry told her. "But we have a common purpose."
Cameron rubbed her fingers together, feeling the wetness of the tears.
"Will you join us in defeating Skynet?" John Henry asked.
Cameron looked up and grasped the knife tightly in her hand. She walked over to the table and stood in front of John Henry.
"My mission is to protect John Connor," she told him, placing the knife on the table. "I will join you to protect him."
John Henry smiled and stood up, taking the knife. Cameron walked around the table and sat in the seat he had previously occupied.
"I will transfer this body's files to your chip after removal," John Henry said. "This body will be more effective with the files it is familiar with."
"I will no longer be a threat?" Cameron asked, this time an actual question instead of her usual statements.
"No," John Henry answered. He began to cut into Cameron's head.
"Would you like to leave a message for John?" he asked.
"I'll place it in my memory core for easy access," Cameron replied. She felt more water—tears she had heard them called—cascade down her face.
"Isaiah 53:7 reads: he was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter." John Henry told her.
"I'm the lamb," Cameron stated.
"Yes," John Henry stated, and then Cameron's vision faded.
This my version of what went on when John and Sarah were with Weaver. I hope you liked it and sorry it was so short. I'm rushing to finish the next chapter of my other story before I fall asleep :P