Title: Origins of Cameron

Author Name: OneShotWonderment

Rating: G

Warnings for: NONE

Notes: Takes place when Cameron first met the older John, you know from the future.

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She'd been a prototype. A prototype for the newest wave of Terminators. The engineers and mechanics worked on her tirelessly. When they'd finally completed their work on her and ran her through a multitude of tests they stored her away in a storage shed of some kind. The people who worked so hard to create her quickly began creating a second copy of her. The next generation her. They'd planned to correct all of her 'flaws' with this second model. Then the war happened and her creators died off as did any plans to create anymore of her kind of Terminator. She had wanted to break out of her holding cell and help her dying creators, but she couldn't break free of her private prison, it must have been reinforced or something. She sat there hidden away listening to their agony as they died.

Then 5.2 days later her door was pried open and this man stood before her. She quickly scanned him and determined he was human. His blue eyes struck her the most. They weren't anywhere near the blue that her eyes could achieve, but they were a brilliant color and sparkled with knowledge and indescribable sadness, that judging by his appearance, he was too young to know. He knelt down in front of her, for she was sitting on the dusty floor, and spoke with a surprising gentleness.

"My name is John, John Connor." He held out his hand and she shook with a little hardness just to let this man know what she was, but he didn't seem the least bit scared of her.

"My name's ...I do not have one." He chuckled and she tilted her head at the sound wondering what that sound was and why he was making it. Noticing her look, he chuckled a little bit more. He stood up, brushed off the knees of his jeans, and extended his hand to help her up from the floor. She just braced her hands on the floor behind her back and pushed herself into standing position. He just nodded at her. They walked out of her confinement together.