Disclaimer: I do not own Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles. Seriously.

A/N: Goodness, this must be the first T:SCC fic I've written in weeks! Uhm yeah, so I hope you haven't forgotten me yet. One of the lines in the drabble has been bugging me all week and I finally took some time out to just sit down and write the drabble. As always, if you like/dislike this drabble, would like to rant or sing my praises (yeah, who'd do that? *grins*) – please do so by REVIEWING! Cheers.


Sarah struggles to give words to this – this strange fluttering in her stomach. It is both too much and not enough. It is a restless feeling, a heavy, overwhelming sensation and yet – yet Sarah suspects that she would break, shatter if she were to let it go, let her go. It is a slow but certain progression toward something more, something overwhelming and Sarah cannot seem to stop herself. Her eyes close as she feels more than sees the fingertips caressing her cheek, the foreign noise of a soft sigh escaping her lips and the even less familiar sensation of peace and contentment settling over her.

"I love you," Cameron whispers for the first time, eyes following the path her fingers are taking.

Sarah feels her resolve – or what has passed for resolve – finally break and she wraps her arms around Cameron, her heart beating and slowing and picking up pace in accordance to the thuds of Cameron's 'heart'. "I love you," Sarah responds, her lips a hair's breadth away from Cameron's ear and something beyond their physical bodies – because she is not quite ready to even pretend Cameron has a soul – touch for that single moment. "So, so much."