"Cameron!"
His hands, his hands, big and strong like Mal's grabbing on to me like I was a lost lover who forgot to give him a kiss goodbye.
He didn't shock me, but it was the first time I didn't see someone coming.
I like this one.
"River."
I gave him a smile, taking his hand in mine.
Loving this place with its green grass and blue skies more and more.
"What? Cameron it's me! Mom's waiting."
Mom, mom do I have a mom? I think so. Where is she now, where is she to kiss my many cuts and bruises?
I want to pull him in, lips on lips, strong young boy.
"My name is River; do I look like a robot? Do I have metal under my flesh? No, No."
His lips were nice and warm like Mal's, everything about him was and I liked that.
"You-Your not her. How?"
Funny words and funny faces he makes at me and giggles come like water.
He watches me like I'm something tough, something that can crush him to bits with one finger.
"I have lovers, many. You have to wait in line, Johnny-boy. Mal can flatten you like a flap-jack, all flat. Jayne might find a gun to blow your pretty little head off. Do mind that?"
He looked at me like I was insane, which I am and grabbed a hold of my face.
Spiky hair and rough face, pink lips that taste like ash and dust.
Leader, god in a boy's body, a future much brighter then mine. Savior of millions, our savior, mine too.
A life full of lovers, blood, metal, and sorrow.
"John Connor, boy of the future. I came from a world past that of the robots rule, without you, boy I would be swimming with the ash. I envy you, leader. The great John Connor, my savior. Don't let me down. No one is safe."
A kiss on the rough face, smile, big and flashy.
With one step I'm back, the greenness and blueness gone and the rust of the ship is back, welcoming me home.
My fingers are toasty with Mal's; his worried face makes me smile.
He whispers words of worry and anger; he thought I was swimming with the fishes.
"I missed you too, boy. Now, give us a kiss, and remember nothing more, I am a Terminator."
He gave me a smile and a kiss, his rough face reminding me of Johns.
My rambles and raves are nothing new to him; he just lets me in with a smile.
"River, did you hit your head on the way back? I swear you're just a bit more crazier then last time."
"No, boy. I'm just crazy for John Connor."