Disclaimer: I do not own Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles. Seriously.
A/N: Oh wow, it's been exactly a month to the day since I've posted a Cameron/Sarah something. I know, bad me, awful me. But I've only recently located my muse – she was hiding in some hole in the middle of nowhere (i.e. my own head, as it has been for the past few weeks) – and here's a small, hopefully sweet, offering! As always, if you like this or dislike this, think I've still got it (cue laughter here) or suspect I no longer have, would like to give me a kick in the posterior for taking so long to update or whatever else, please do so by REVIEWING!
A/N2: Regarding Tomorrow Is Another Day, I'd just like to take this opportunity to reassure (to those who may care) that I have not abandoned the series. Now that the muse is (tentatively) back, I'd be writing more regularly (crossing my fingers, don't want to jinx this now, do I?). However, as I've mentioned before, I'm not too knowledgeable about this fandom. While I feel somewhat okay submitting short pieces, such as this one as case in point, without getting character checks, background checks and whatever other checks there are by a beta – Tomorrow Is Another Day, as a series, is a different story (pardon the pun) altogether. My reason for saying all this – I can never seem to be brief – is that the beta for the series so far has recently bowed out. She's done a great job and, without her, I might never have dared posting the series. Bottom line is – if you would be interested to be a beta reader for Tomorrow Is Another Day, or even my T:SCC fics in general, or even my fics in general, drop me a line via a message. Cheers!
"Does it hurt?" Sarah asked softly as she stood nervously in the doorway of Cameron's bedroom. She was trying not to pay too much attention to the way the pliers glisten wetly against a brief flash of metal amidst all the broken skin and blood that was the bullet hole in Cameron's shoulder.
There was an unpleasant, almost sickening squelch as the pliers slowly slipped in. Cameron's expression remained unchanged, but Sarah winced before she could stop herself. "A little," Cameron admitted finally. "It could hurt more if I want it to."
Sarah dropped her eyes guiltily. "I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault," Cameron told her flatly. Somehow the placid words managed to hurt more than angry ones would. Sarah almost wished that Cameron would lash out instead.
"I shot you."
There was a wet hiss as the pliers disappeared further inside Cameron's shoulder. "Did you mean to?"
"Of course not! It was – an accident. You – you startled me."
"Then it wasn't your fault," Cameron reiterated, pulling out the pliers with a frown. There was no bullet in sight.
"I'm still sorry."
There was a short, awkward silence as Sarah began to fidget and Cameron continued poking at her wound with a clinical detachment Sarah found both horrifying and fascinating. "Help me," Cameron said after a while.
Sarah started. "But I was the one to put that bullet in you! You – what if – those pliers looked damn sharp and you want me near you with those in my hands?!" Maybe the bullet had caused something to short out in Cameron's circuit. Though Sarah suspected the terminator had always been a few gears short anyway.
There was a flicker of something in Cameron's eyes and Sarah inexplicably felt her heart clench. "Please."
"Really?"
Cameron smiled reassuringly. "I trust you, Sarah."
"Okay."
