Author Notes: I had an enormous amount of fun writing this. This is the first time I've actually written anything for TSCC and, quite frankly, I love it. This one, of course, is fluff. But the next one will be more serious.

Characters: John, Cameron

Rating: K

"John."

He looked up at her, weary, feeling his eyes burn due to lack of sleep. "Hmm,"

"Are you sad?" Cameron arched her neck to the side, her big eyes gaining that curious glint that he half hated, half adored.

"No, Cam, I'm fine," He lied. He wasn't sad, per say. But he was tired. So he wasn't quite 'fine' by Cameron's reasoning. Still, he didn't feel like dealing with her right then. He turned away to shuffle pointlessly at his half-done homework papers.

"I don't think you are, John. Something is wrong. Will you explain?"

John realized she wouldn't leave until he told her; grudgingly, feeling like he'd lost some sort of contest, he turned to the still figure. "I'm just tired. I need sleep,"

"I understand now. Thank you," She twisted on her heel and left the room.

John closed his eyes and thankfully fell into a light sleep.

Later, when the house was dark and John slept--she had checked on him--Cameron sat before the TV, eyes locked intently on the screen. There was lots of singing in the film. And dancing. She didn't understand, but somehow the two went together. Maybe John would know. The act of dance and voice seemed a strange mixture. No one ever said singing was the language of the soul, only dancing. Perhaps singing was dancing's partner.

And rain, too. Lots of rain. Cameron scooted closer to the TV, eyes wider than usual. Dancing in the rain, while singing, made people happy. Happy. Could such actions really stimulate happiness in one person? If so, why did not John and Sarah do it? They were always sad, broken almost. It should rain every day, Cameron decided, and people should dance in it.

"You should sing in the rain, John Connor,"

The next morning, kindling to her curiosity, it rained. Cameron had finished the dance movie only to switch to the weather channel, flipping through each one, paying avid attention. They predicted a twenty percent chance of rain. She had frowned upon reading it. Twenty percent was not enough.

But the weather man with the white beard had been wrong. It was a light trickling at first, nothing like in the happy, laughing move. Cameron still walked quickly up the stairs and into John's room. He was tangled in his blankets, snoring lightly. As much as Cameron wanted to pull him out into the rain and make him happy, she knew John needed his rest. Without rest, nothing functioned in the human system.

She waited, hands folded neatly in her lap. Twenty three minutes and fort-one seconds later, John stirred. The rain was only stronger now, making a thudding sort of sound on the room. Cameron wondered, in the time awaiting for John, if that was the music that had been playing during the movie. It was pretty, thought Cameron.

John's eyelids fluttered and he jumped when they focused on her. "Jee--Cameron. Don't. What--what are you doing here?" He groaned, rolling over into his pillow.

"John," She stated, feeling something--something unexplainable. Not in her programing. John suddenly rolled back over and stared at her, his head tilted to the side, "I have something to show you," And her lips twitched upward. "I'm going to make you happy now,"

Downstairs, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, John stared disbelieving at Cameron. If he didn't know better, Cameron almost seemed excited. There was a spark in her eyes and she was pulling him towards the backyard. If he wasn't half asleep, he'd probably insist that Cameron stopped. Unfortunately, he could barely keep his eyes peeled open; the only thing he could do was stumble down the stairs after her.

"What are we doing, Cam? This is crazy. It's Saturday morning and eight o'clock. Which is crazy," He scratched his head, staring at Cameron. She'd stopped near the back doors, her hands clasped together. He didn't have enough time to wonder about her hands because she began talking.

"You have something you must do now. It's very important. Are you listening?"

John was suddenly more awake, automatically looking for a gun just in case. Guns were always needed in important things. He'd left his gun under his pillow though, where it always was. However, anther one was hidden in the table, the one with the vase on top.

"Are you listening?" She repeated.

"Yes," John was wide awake. "Where's mom?"

"Sarah does not matter at the moment, although it's strongly suggested she try this soon. After you, though," She grabbed John's hand and yanked him out the back door.

John blinked, gasping. It was pouring rain, soaking him instantly. "What are we doing?" They were in the back yard, standing in a muddy puddle.

"We are dancing, John," And Cameron began dancing. She sashayed and jumped in the rain. John realized she was doing ballet in a rain storm.

He stood still, staring at her for a long moment. "You're crazy."

Cameron stopped, looking at him. "You are not dancing. Should we sing now?" She let out a long row of disjointed notes. It probably should've sounded terrible but she hit each note perfectly that it hardly mattered.

"No, no, no. Cameron stop--what are you doing?" He grinned, despite the strangeness of everything going on. This all probably should come to a shock to John, but it was Cameron. Her innocent-curiosity was never a shock anymore.

"The movie implied that singing and dancing—especially in the rain—makes people happy. It works effectively. You are smiling, John."

John laughed once, shaking some rain out of his hair. "Yeah, I guess it does. Were you watching movies again last night? Singing in the rain, maybe?"

"Maybe," Cameron answered. "Will you sing and dance now? It's your turn,"

John rolled his eyes. "If I do, can I go in?"

"Will you be happy?"

"Sure. I'll be happy," He complied, just hoping Derek and his mom weren't looking. They'd never let him live it down if they caught him dancing in the rain like an idiot.

"The man in the TV did a lot of twisting. Like this," She spread her arms out, twisting in quick circles.

John mimicked her. "Did he open his mouth and catch the rain with his tongue?"

Cameron paused. John stopped, a little dizzy. "Yes, he did. Have you seen the movie before?"

"Yeah. Once or twice. Can I go in now?"

"Are you happy now, John?"

John grinned, "I'm happy now, Cam."

"Good."

They walked inside, dripping, one smiling while the other's lips twitched in the ghost of a smile. While John turned to the hall closet to get a towel, Cameron turned towards the kitchen.

"Where you going?" He called after her, grabbing two towels.

"To find Sarah Connor. She needs to dance in the rain—it will make her happy, will it not?"

John only made a face, like he was holding back laughter, and rushed towards the kitchen. No way in hell am I going to miss this.