She knew she had to hurry.
Weaving through the labyrinth of tunnels. She heard the crackle of electricity through the lines along the panels of the wall.
They were trying their hardest to break him.
She gracefully unholstered a pair of high caliber pistols, thermite incendiary tungsten rounds.
She placed the charge on the door, turned and pressed the detonator.
In the ensuing chaos, standing at the door she disabled all three of them with shots through the CPU cavities. Their heads burst into a metallic fire, the bodies falling to the floor in slow motion.
He appeared delirious, dehydrated. A big smile on his face, covered in cuts and bruises. Lined with dried blood.
They could not break him.
She saw the unmistakable defiance in his beautiful emerald eyes.
He knew she would come for him.
As the torture sessions grew longer and harder. As they tried to break him, his eyes were focused behind them.
In a flowing robe of white and a halo of light, she watched over him.
His avenging angel.
The needles pierced under his fingernails and into his neck. His limbs were numb to the pain already.
He never closed his eyes, his gaze fixed on her.
Her beauty, her strength.
Their love.
He laughed in reply to their questions.
His eyes came to focus on her precision movement, effortless in her grace. Her wrath personified in those shells, that cut the air and brought the tormentors to their end. Scorching metal still on fire.
There she was.
Her eyes studying him, checking over him, making sure he wasn't badly injured. The love in her eyes made them sparkle. Removing the torture devices, she steadied him with her arms. She carried his weight as exhaustion overcame him. He felt the wind when they reached the surface.
A din of sound was coming toward them.
He smiled at her.
"I love you." he said softly, and easily.
She held him as his breathing steadied, and the soldiers approached.
They sharply saluted them both.
"Lieutenant General Connor, ma'am, our main forces have pulled back. We suffered no casualties and few injuries." the sergeant said proudly.
Cameron smiled, lifting her beloved into her arms.
"Good, let's move out before we attract anymore unwanted attention" she began walking toward the others, their cheers filling the wind, raised up into the sky.
He awoke in their bed, she was sitting next to him, reading over reports. Her hand was wrapped in his. She looked to him as he shifted, leaning over and kissing him deeply.
"You need more rest." she said softly, kissing his forehead.
He grinned that grin that said he didn't need rest.
"I've had things well in hand while you rested, directing the battle without leaving your side." she laughed, leaning in for another kiss.
"I love you, John. Always, Forever." she said sweetly.
"I love you, Cameron. Always. Forever." he replied with a contented sigh. Leaning into her warmth before sleep returned to him.
Setting the reports aside on the table next to their bed, she drew him into her embrace.
'He always risked everything out of his love and devotion to her' she thought. 'I love him all the more for it.'
Her husband, the great legend John Connor was more stubborn than a mule. He kept his promise to never be without her.
'We complete each other' he told her the day he proposed.
She looked at her ring.
'We've been married thirty wonderful years, today.'
Tomorrow was the day of the final assault.
Tomorrow, by his side, they would defeat the last of Skynet.
She smiled, and closed her eyes.