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Once Upon a December

"Cameron"

"I had a strange dream, you were in it"

John Connor kept his eyes closed as he talked. The warmth of soft silk underneath his head brought him a sense of peace that he had not felt in a very long time. He no longer smelt the burning flesh nor felt the sting of the freezing rain of century. But only a familiar aroma of perfume and scented candles and felt a gentle hand running through his hair.

John opened his eyes to see familiar brown eyes and beautiful face of a women long dead smile at him as he lay in her lap. "What was it about?" She asked with warmth that he never remembered her having. "I'm not sure I can't quite remember anymore" John said getting lost in her eyes. She smiled, "well, if I was in it, it could not have been that bad." John smirked at her comment and closed his eyes again but was disturbed by the sound of a bell ringing. John sat up to discover he was no longer on a "monkey wagon" or in the prison camp but in his old home before judgment day in the house he lived in before….

John's train of thought was interrupted by the huge Christmas tree that was in the living room by the window. There were many lights on the tree. Some lights were blinking, some were solid, and the others seemed to change color. The tree illuminated the otherwise dark house. John got to his feet and walked over to the tree, which seemed to be at least 7.5 feet tall. He inspected the many decorations, small Charlie Brown figurines and Santa ornaments littered the tree. John also noticed tinsel and numerous beads that covered the tree as well as the many shiny balls. "It's beautiful…too beautiful, and when did we ever have a Christmas tree in the house?" John began to wonder as he looked into a golden ball. Then, John saw a reflection of a metal endoskeleton in the ball but not any endoskeleton he had ever seen. It was small, petite, human- looking and its eyes glowed blue. John turned quickly, reaching for his .45 caliber pistol that was usually at his side but it was not there and neither was the Endo.

"Every time a bell rings an angel gets its wings!" John turned quickly to see the television was on and found the origin of the ringing that woke him. He felt a horrible pain of old emotions flood him as he saw Cameron sit wide eyed at the television watching intently as the crowd in George Bailey's house began to sing. Cameron looked up feeling John watching her with a stare that she had only ever seen on Sarah, one of pain and regret. She stood up and began to walk toward him concerned.

The tree illuminated her body in a cornucopia of colors that to John made her seem more beautiful then ever. She wore a beautiful blue silken ball gown. Her satin hair was curled and pined back showing off her beautiful face and smooth skin. John stared at her in complete awe of the sudden beauty that he forgot all about the Endo or the curious tree and became transfixed on her. Cameron walked up to John, looking him in the eye "is there something wrong……John?"

He smiled sadly "nothings wrong, I'm just admiring the view." John said studying her Beautiful face.

He lost so much since the days in this house. First Derek was killed by Jesse then his mother died saving him and his men at the Battle of Manhattan two years ago. Then there was Cameron…to which he couldn't bring himself to think about. But now she is here with him now in there old house.

He was not sure how he got here or if he was even alive but to him this was heaven and nothing mattered- not the war, his men, humanity- he was with the woman he loved and that was enough. Cameron gave him a smile reminiscent the day Cromartie attached them in New Mexico "thank you for explaining".

John lost it, the way she looked the way she said her catch phrase he could not take it anymore he pulled her into a hug, kissing her all over her face holding her tightly. "I'll never leave you John" Cameron whispered, kissing him back and throwing her arms around him. The two stood in the middle of their old home holding each other for dear life, never planning to let go. It was heaven and the young hero never planned on leaving.

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"BE CAREFUL DAMN IT!!" Charles Fisher screamed viciously at the Endoskeleton as it sat in a lab chair with many wires attached to its head that were connected to a large machine that made a small whining sound. "Be calm Fisher, it was just curious; that's all." A cold metallic voice echoed over the sterile lab. "Yeah well, the TOK almost alerted him to our presence." Fisher said frustrated as he typed furiously in a console. "It will be fine he is fully distracted by the women in his mind" the voice said with a hint of relief. "Who is she?" a small voice called out in a whisper. The voice however was neither cold nor metallic but the voice of the woman of the man's memories. Fisher turned in shock to see the TOK look at him. He looked at the girl in the screen as she held the man then back at the Terminator. "You mimicked the voice of the human, why?" The voice echoed equally in what sounded like shock.

"I don't know, it seemed like something I should do" the TOK replied. A shiver went down Charles Fishers' spine as he watched the TOK.

"Why do you want to know?" Fisher asked, running his hand through his brunette hair in confusion. "I like her hair it's pretty," replied the TOK in a child-like wonder. Fisher turned his attention to the Teenage Girl again.

He liked working with machines, they were simple and predictable and they never made irrational nor spontaneous decisions. However, since this project began, he had had a strange feeling that this terminator was neither predictable nor program-driven and it scared him no matter how many times Skynet convinced him that it was its own unique creation and quite harmless. Something was not right. "What is this man's name?" Fisher called out looking up at a small camera device at the top of the lab ceiling. He needed to get back on track. "Connor, John Connor" the voice replied.

"And why is he so important? He's just some Captain in the Resistance" Fisher said, looking at the figure of a man strapped to a lab chair with a gleaming metallic helmet that covered his eyes. Wires connected the helmet to the whining machine. He wore a faded black overcoat with patches on the sleeve and torn black fatigues with worn brown leather motorcycle boots that looked about a decade old. The man's hair was a dark brown, waved to the point of almost being curled. It had grown to his bottom of neck and, he had four day facial hair. The cold, metallic voice of Skynet answered, "he's not important, just merely a lab rat."

Was supposed to be a one shot but more chapters might be on the way

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