Evidence
This series of one-shots will include AUs, some drama, and even future stories. Basically, if I find it funny, it's going on here.
FYI, don't expect graphic sex or violence. This is a comedy series. The rating is for sexual themes and language, but not for content.
All characters are upped to 18 or Over. And will remain that way due to the nature of certain chapters.
Cameron's interest in nature shows started as a cute distraction from their goal. But now she was watching them every single day to an obsessive degree. Without fail, the terminator would rush to the television like a child waiting for Saturday morning cartoons. If it wasn't so dangerous, it would have been hilarious.
"I'm telling you, she crushed my foot on purpose!" Derek shouted, his broken foot in a cast.
"You were in my way," Cameron said. "I warned you to move."
"Seriously, this is getting out of hand," John said. "You sped through two red lights on the way home from class and nearly ran over that old lady."
"She is far past a delicate breeding age," Cameron said. "Her inability to see and hear an approaching vehicle marks her for natural selection."
Sarah preferred to stay out of the conversation, but she did make an excessively loud groan.
"Sarah, please refrain from doing that," Cameron said. "I am watching a documentary on meerkats and you are disrupting me."
"Screw it," Derek said, hobbling to the fridge. "If we're watching this trash, I'm doing it drunk."
The show continued into the late hours of the night, long after the human occupants and gone to bed. Cameron had retreated to check on John, but later returned to the television. John later found himself walking to the sink for some water when he found his terminator watching "The Crocodile Hunter."
"Hey," he groaned. "Shouldn't you be patrolling?"
"My sensory receptors do not receive any information from our traps," she said.
"Traps?" John repeated.
Cameron held up her hand, revealing a set of barbed wire clenched in her fists. "Should someone invade our home, they will trip on these. I will feel them and respond accordingly. They are hidden with paint to hide from terminator vision."
John stared at her. "How did you-?"
"Spider program," she said. "The Trapdoor Spider, to be exact."
John wanted to argue, but he felt far too exhausted. He grabbed a glass of water and sat beside her. "What's got you so interested in these things anyway?"
"Information is vital to my mission," she said. "By watching these videos, I not only learn about the world and its inhabitants, but I can adapt what I learn. Many of the most sophisticated terminators borrow traits from animals, such as binocular vision and chameleon camouflage."
"Wow," John said. "They sound dangerous."
"They are."
The two continued to watch the show. Steve was pulling out all the stops, jumping onto a crocodile and covering its eyes. His catch kept thrashing around like a madman, despite his claims that it was calming the creature down.
"Why does this man perform such outrageous stunts?" Cameron asked.
"Because more people will watch him," John said.
"But he should be more concerned with educating people," Cameron said.
"He is, in a way," John said. "He does this so more people will pay attention. That way, he can get more people to listen to his messages about animals. The more viewers he can get, the more information he can spread."
"Oh," Cameron said. "Thank you for explaining."
They continued to watch the show in silence until the credits began to roll. The next program was something on urban legends, so John decided to turn it off. As the two headed for bed/shutdown, Cameron took his arm. "John, why do people feel the need to make these shows?"
"Why do you ask?" John asked. "Don't you like them?"
"In a way, I do," Cameron said. "But they provide more than entertainment. It was my understanding modern television was primarily for entertainment purposes. Even your news programs are such."
John chuckled. "Yeah, they can be wacky."
He turned around to face her. "People make these shows because they care about the world. They want others to appreciate it along with them. Did you notice how a lot of those animals were endangered?"
"Quite a few, yes."
"Well, some people want to protect those animals and keep them from going extinct. By sharing in this information, they hope to get people to give money and support for their cause. Or they can learn from scientists if they've made a mistake and correct it."
Cameron tilted her head, a sign that she was thinking. "So by videotaping their efforts they attempt to receive feedback?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
Cameron smiled, a trait she had learned to perform to look happy. It made others feel more comfortable. "Thank you for explaining."
After a large yawn, John stumbled to his room with Cameron close behind him.
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"JOHN CONNOR!"
Sarah's yell caused John to jump out of bed and fall flat on his butt. Quickly grabbing his clothes, he rushed downstairs to find his mother standing with Cameron. The laptop was open to an online social site.
"What were you thinking?" Sarah screamed. "It's bad enough you're doing this under my roof, but sharing it like this?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" John said.
Sarah tapped the touch screen and showed him an uploaded video. It looked like the inside of his room had been bugged with a hidden camera.
"So?" John asked. "It's not that bad."
"Wait for it," Sarah huffed.
In the video, the door opened to reveal John leading Cameron to the bed. They started to kiss and fondle each other. Cameron slipped off her jacket while John took off his shirt.
"Oh God," John said. "Please no."
To his horror, the clothes kept coming off until the two crashed into bed. John muted the video to keep what little he could away from his mother. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he saw that the video had been uploaded under Cameron's account.
"You uploaded a sex tape?!" John snarled. "Our friends and family are on this! Morris can see this!"
"I was seeking information on improvement," Cameron said. "Read the description."
John looked at the info for the video. It read, "Please provide commentary for advice. We are a new couple and are inexperienced in these kind of relations."
The comments read things like, "Dude, you are SEXY!"
"Your boy takes his vitamins!"
"Honey, ditch him! I'm bigger!"
"Thanks a lot! My parents heard this and grounded me! Can you moan any louder!"
"BOOBS!"
John slowly looked up at his mother, who was seething with anger. "Delete it," she said. "And no more television. EVER."
She stormed out of the room, her hands clenched in anger. John put his hand in his head and let out a loud groan. "Cam, what were you thinking?"
"That we need to revitalize our love life," Cameron said. "It lacks stimulation."
Another groan with more humiliation escaped John's lips. "This day couldn't get any worse."
Of course, right after he said that, he could hear a loud angry scream come from Derek's room.
