A/N: Hi everyone! Just want to let you know that I'm starting a T:SCC story on my new account xxxxsummerfirexxxx. I'll upload the first chapter on either Monday or Tuesday so be sure to check it out!

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"Let me repeat: I had nothing to do with your mother's arrest. If I had, there would be a SWAT Team outside your door right now." James was tired of this game he had to play. tired of being caught up in something he knew nothing about. He knew John was just a kid but it was getting very hard for him to care.

"And the same thing would happen to this SWAT Team that happened to your last one." John was getting tired too. Tired of running and hiding and fighting to no end and with no results.

James looked to Cameron breifly trying to decide who was more dangerous the killer robot who often went crazy or the pisseed-off teenager. It was quite a toss up actually."Catherine Weaver would like to meet you."

"Why?"

"She wants to thank you for saving Savannah."

'He can't really think I'm that stupid can he?,' John thought. "Well she just did."

"Your mother wanted to meet her." James tried again to coerce John into coming with him.

"Well, when my mother gets out, trust me, she will." John tried to sound menacing but truthfully he felt weary.

"I told Ms. Weaver that you would never come without your mom. She said if that was the case I'm supposed to ask one question. She says I'm supposed to ask you." He looked towards Cameron once again.

"Will you join us?" Cameron had barely moved through the whole conversation but she'd never looked truly frozen until that moment. "She says she hopes you'll know what that means."

John paused. The question sounded simple enough, Catherine Weaver wanted them on her side, right. But Cameron's stiffening told him there was another meaning there that neither him nor James Ellison could possibly know about. "Do you know what that means?" he asked Cameron, his voice tightening.

"No. I don't. Please leave now, Mr. Ellison. I think you've said enough." Cameron was slipping and with her that could never mean something good.

"John -"

"You've said enough, Mr. Ellison. I won't ask you again."

Finally James left confused, uncertain and more tired than before. It wasn't supposed to go like this and he wasn't sure what the consequences of this outcome might be for him. Cameron shut the door behind him.

"He upset you." She stated.

"Me?" he asked unbelieving, "I think he upset you."

Cameron tilted her head.

"You know that's impossible."

John let out a breath stepping towards her

"Is it?"

"You said it yourself, John. I'm just a machine." Was her voice shaking?

Suddenly John thought of the time she had told him she was in love with him in an effort to keep him from shutting her down permanantly. But why, he wondered, if she had no emotion would she care? And if she could care was it possible that she could love him. And if she could love him, did he love her back?

John was afraid to answer, even in his mind.