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"My name's Allison"

"My name's Allison."

Her words echoed through his head. Her name continued to play over and over in his mind. Allison. Allison. Allison.

Who was Allison Young?

The look on her face…the emotion in her voice. There was sheer confusion in her eyes that betrayed the terror she felt when he grabbed her arm. John wasn't sure what had just happened or how it started.

When he went to go pick her up and found that she was missing he had searched for an hour. In that hour it seemed like an eternity. At first he was angry. How could she just run off after all that had just happened? Where was she going? Didn't she know that his Mom would kill them both if she knew what was happening? He honestly didn't understand her most of the time.

Then ten minutes past by and no Cameron. Twenty. Thirty. Forty. Where the fuck was she? Now his anger had subsided only to be replaced by fear…and perhaps worry? It wasn't like she couldn't' take care of herself. He knew she was more than capable of defending herself. It was the other guys that he was worried about. Yeah…that was it. He wasn't worried about her.

It wasn't a secret that ever since she had malfunctioned things hadn't been the same. They weren't as close as they used to…if that's what you wanted to call it. Maybe slowly and unconsciously he had begun to push her away. Or maybe it was a conscious decision. He just didn't want to come to terms with it quite yet.

After twenty more minutes of searching he had finally found her. He found her. And she was smiling and laughing…The sun from the nearby window shined on her face illuminating her features and her smile…He had never seen her smile like that before…no with him, not with anyone. Stillness kept hold of him as he looked at the sight. There she was.

Cameron. Cameron. His Cameron. Not Allison.

And then he snapped out of it. She had fooled him before with that trick on his first day of school. So what in hell was she doing? Did she just happen to wake up and decide that she wanted to make new friends? Scratch that. She doesn't sleep…so she's told him close to a dozen times. He shook his head and moved his legs forward making a beeline towards the brunette.

"Cameron. What are you doing? C'mon we gotta go," John said ready to usher her outside of the house.

As someone approached her she took her eyes off the foosball table to look at the intruder of her personal space. She blinked at him not knowing who he was and wondering why he was walking up to her. To her surprise had claimed to know her…but he didn't…he didn't know who she was…

"What are you doing? My name's not Cameron," she said as she backed away from him.

John furrowed his brow as he observed her. She had never backed away from him like that before like she was scared of him. No…she wouldn't fool him again.

"C'mon Cameron. I'm not fooling around!" he said with firmer voice. He was sick of all these stupid games. Her stupid questions. Some days he felt more like her babysitter. Wasn't she supposed to be protecting him? Not that he wanted her to follow him around…

She flinched as she heard him raise his voice and began to inch backwards, even though her eyes never left his green ones. Something seemed familiar about this boy even though she never remembered meeting him before in her life.

"My name is Allison, from Palmdale." she replied. She furrowed her brow never taking her eyes off him. Her stance was still defensive and she made no move to follow him.

"No it's not. You're name is Cameron and you're a machine from the future. You…you really don't remember who you are do you?" John stated more than asked.

He looked at her brown eyes and noticed that there was something different. Raw emotion surged through her eyes and bore into his. She looked scared and the way she was so confident of who she was…Allison…not Cameron, had thrown him off guard. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. He shifted his weight as he glanced at his surroundings and back to her again. It was like she was Cameron but something was different. She seemed a little off.

What had happened…to his Cameron?

He didn't wait for her to respond when he said ", C'mon your chip must be malfunctioning I can fix you. Let's just get back home."

Chip? Now what was he talking about? First he had called her by the wrong name and then he claimed that she was machine? What was this boy on? Her name was Allison! She had…she had…she glanced down at the floor as she tried to regain her memories and order her thoughts. After a moment she collected herself. Why was this boy making her second guess herself. That's right..her name was Allison not Cameron. She was from Palmdale. Her father was an architect and her sister…yes she had a sister…a mother…

"Cameon – I mean Allison. Let's just go I can explain later," he inched closer to her and kept his voice low but in turn it didn't loose any of it's urgency and irritation.

"Why do you keep calling me that? My name is Allison and what are you talking about malfunctioning?!" she said with unblinking eyes that seemed to be filling up with tears.

That's it. He couldn't take it anymore. Cameron or Allison he was going to bring her back to the house and figure out what was wrong with her. Without any warning his hand reached for her and grabbed her at her wrist.

He must've had grabbed her a little too hard because he heard her a high pitch cry of distress and he instantly released pressure on her wrist, albeit he kept on holding on to her. Her sudden cry had startled him and he feared that he had actually might have hurt her.

'What the hell was that?'

He looked back over her shoulder at a Cameron he had never seen before. Her feet were firmly planted on the ground as her other hand was on his wrist trying to pry his arm hand off. She tilted backwards and began to struggle out of his gasp. But what stunned him most of all were the tears that were streaming down her face. Tears that he caused. She was crying because of him. He stood there with her wrist in his grasp as h is mind was unable to take hold of the situation.

"Let me go! My name is ALLISON! Allison Young from Palmdale! Stop it!" she screamed, succeeding in attracting too much attention.

She didn't care. She didn't care that everyone in the room was looking at her and that the authorities of the house were now making their way towards her. She wanted to leave…run away from here…from him.

The one who claimed she was nothing more than a machine.

Apparently not knowing her own strength she had freed herself from his grasp in no time and pushed him against the wall. After that instant she bolted for the door and ran out into the streets. John had just opened his eyes after his impact with the wall to see the brunette's retreating form in the doorway.

"Cameron! Wait Cameron!"

She heard him call out to her as she passed the doorway. Her cheeks felt hot as the tears poured from her eyes. She know who he was; the boy that had wanted to take her home. All she knew was that he was lying. She knew where home was. And that's where she was running to.


Disclaimer: I do not own Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles