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AJ-JC: Thanks. About the three things, I think I'll reply in order.
1) You'll find out but I can tell you that it is the same Catherine Weaver. Cameron's evolution would be explained along with her motives so don't fret! It'll be here soon!
2) About not searching for John, you'll soon realize that they have two things to do. They have to search for John as well as try to stop Skynet so they are kind of splitting their time whereas Jesse doesn't really care to stop Skynet. I haven't really explored Sarah's side. When I do, you'll know her stuff.
3) John and Cameron going to Mexico were already explained by John earlier on. Mexico is a more isolated place with less technology; it would be easier for them to hide. They want to go to Central America because they want to train their son where Sarah trained John in the jungles of Central America. I felt Canada was safe but too open with technology. Mexico is more isolated and if you noticed, John is kind of copying what Sarah is doing with him.
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This chapter would mainly go for the life of Jameron after having their baby boy!

Chapter 2: Normal

John and Cameron spent the next few months staying at home. While Cameron rest and self-entertain by making things for the newborn, John carried him out to see the sights on foot. Though, both the father and the son missed Cameron being with them, the baby being extremely whiney about her absence. When the infant was 3 weeks old, the three of them went out to the river to have some fun.

And there, he was fascinated by water, grass, sky, trees and wind. They even found a lake at the edge of the forest behind the trees. John went for a swim while Cameron sat on the bank with the infant, who was kicking and screaming; he is dying to get into the water. So Cameron let him sit at the bank, using her arms to support the infant. He put his little legs in the pond, kicking water at John playfully. John let out a cry out shock before wading closer to hold the infant around his ankle and kissed his feet gently. Cameron smiled, reaching out to clean the water from his eyes. John grinned, moving to lean on the bank they were on.

They played there for the day and head back at night. Every night, Cameron would just get a wet towel to clean him up and bring him to bed. At the end of the month, their supplies ran out and John would go to town to get necessities for the baby. They would either tag along or both of them would stay home. To put it simpler, the baby and Cameron were almost inseparable.

Later when the infant was nearing 3 weeks of age, they decided to give him a sensible name. Which John was quite easygoing with but Cameron was very particular about John Connor's first child's name.

She lay in bed the whole night thinking of names from all the other languages she knew; which was nearing 3000. John noticed how still she was and immediately knew she was not asleep but he knew better than to talk her out of thinking of a name. He sighed inwardly, turning over to put his arms around her, burying his face into her neck and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Cameron told John about all the names she thought of while breastfeeding the infant. John sat beside her and played with the baby, tugging gently on his mitten covered hands. They decided on one. Zander; The defender of the people. John was pleased with the name and nodded enthusiastically with that, happy the term people was used instead of humans.

Zander was a responsive baby to his parents. He smiled when they teased him and played with him but did have his share of tantrums occasionally.

They cleaned up Zander with a wet cloth for until he was 6 months then do they allowed him to bathe in the bathtub and have a little fun.

Also, they noticed Zander tend to have a need to have Cameron around all the while and John was almost helpless with him but John noticed Zander was easily bored. Thus, in no time, he taught the baby bug slug in which he didn't really understood but found it fun to hit John whenever he see a car instead of a Volkswagen. The father and son pair would stay at the doorstep, watching out for cars when they were bored.

"Cameron!" John shouted, as his six months old son started bursting into a mixture of tears and cries. John had been helping his son wash up in a tub and when he turned around to get the towel, his son burst into tears. He was helpless with little kids who didn't know how to express themselves yet. John glanced nervously towards the baby. Cameron rushed into the bathroom anxiously.

When she saw nothing but her son crying in the bathtub and John squatting by him helplessly, Cameron smiled and stood at the doorway.

"What are you doing?" John asked, gesturing to Zander.

"Waiting for you to do something." Cameron replied matter-of-factly, as if trying to elaborate her point, she crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. John stared at her pleadingly and when Cameron didn't budge, John sighed. "You're his father. There has to be some connection between the both of you. He's your split image. Talk to him."

"Talk to him?" John frowned, looking at the crying baby, clueless.

"Yes. Like you did when he wasn't yet born. He'll understand you John. Talk to him. He needs you." Cameron urged him as Zander cried bitterly.

John turned from Cameron to his son. It felt different to be cooing his son when he was staring right him. It was much easier talking to him when he was with Cameron as John hadn't really had to deal with it when he cried. John hesitated. He didn't know what to do. This would be his very first time trying to calm Zander. Since he was born, Cameron would cover that up pretty easily.

Taking a deep breath, John leaned forward with a soft expression. John took Zander in his arms, carried him out of the water and wrapped a towel over his body.

"Hey," John tightened the towel around his small body, whispering to him as he hugged the baby, "Zan. I'm here alright? Shh…" John hushed his son gently, kissing him on his chubby and smooth cheek.

Zander paused, recognizing the familiar voice instantly, and looked at John with red puffy eyes, his small and chubby arm over John's shoulder.

"What's wrong huh? You scared?" John whispered, pecking the baby on his button nose, identical to Cameron's. Zander flinched with the sudden contact before opening his mouth and closing it again, settling with a squeal of delight.

John chuckled, arranging the little kid on his hips and bringing him into the room. He and Cameron shared a common smile as he past her. Zander saw her and grinned, reaching out his small hands to her to which Cameron took and kissed before letting John do his daddy-thing.

Cameron watched as John placed Zander on the bed, who immediately crawled out of the blanket and went around naked, squealing as he lay on the soft material. John picked up the bottle of petroleum jelly and a diaper before settling down on the bed.

"Zan, come here." John shifted to a comfortable position. He placed the petroleum jelly and diaper on the bed before carrying the infant over into his embrace. Zander cried out in objection, insisting on having his way, "You need to wear your nappy alright so stay still." John made Zander lie down on his back, applying the petroleum jelly on the infant's groin area with a cotton wool.

Zander laid still as John said but shifted a little when the cool jelly touched him. Cameron stood there crossed arm as she let John do his work. Zander looked around and found Cameron standing by the bathroom door. He squealed to her, reaching out his little arms but remained still till John was done with his diapers.

The infant jumped up from his position and began crawling to Cameron from the bed the moment John was done. She saved him the trouble and scooped him into her arms.

"He likes you better." John muttered with a smile.

"But he needs you as much as he needs me." Cameron countered, feeling Zander nestled up to her.

"Maybe I'm just not good enough for him." John placed the jelly on the bedside table and threw the cotton wool into the bin, "Maybe I'm not a good father for him. What'd I expect? I didn't have a father to learn from." John chuckled bitterly.

Cameron frowned, walking to John with Zander in her arms. John looked up at her as she began to pass the infant over. Zander initially objected but glanced at John before latching onto his neck with his little arms firmly. John carried his son gently.

"I didn't regret, John. I never would or could ask for anything more!" Cameron stated firmly, "You're his father for a reason!" she snapped.

Zander turned around in John's embrace and faced Cameron with an identically shocked expression as John. It was the first time Zander heard his mom snap like that and it was a long time since she'd done that to John.

Zander shot John an uncertain and almost worried look, "Don't worry Zander. Mom's just mad at me." John smiled, kissing the infant on the spot beneath his eye. Zander blinked, shooting John a weird face.

Cameron chuckled, turning around to get Zander's night jumper.

"Cam." John followed her, "Sorry." He mumbled as Cameron pulled out a blue jumper.

"You're his father," Cameron turned around, "Last thing he'd want, is you doubting yourself. He needs you." She stuffed the jumper into his hand and began mixing the infant formula for Zander.

It would be the first time Zander drank from the artificial milk and John, who was dying to be a good father had bought 5 tins of the baby formula and learned to mix them beforehand. Sometimes, he'd catch Cameron gazing at him with a glad smile on her face. Perhaps glad she chose him, or John hoped so.

Cameron checked the proportion and shook it well while John pulled on the jumper for Zander. It was getting colder as the sun set and nighttime came. John and Cameron decided not to let him sleep in a carrier as in the night, it was cold and they didn't have the heart to leave the baby in the carrier all by himself thus they settled on letting the baby sleep with them.

It was also easier if he got hungry, scared or lonely and burst into tears. Cameron dripped a drop of the milk on her inner wrist and tested the temperature before walking towards the bed. John was just buttoning up the jumper while Zander looked up at him with curious green eyes.

Cameron sat down beside John and Zander, holding the milk bottle while John carried Zander to lie in the middle of the bed. Cameron rested by him, probing him with the milk bottle. Zander looked at it doubtfully and turned to Cameron, terrified at the 'unidentified object'.

"Zander, it's good. Try it." Cameron cooed, making John laugh audibly at the side. She scowled playfully at him before turning her attention to Zander, who finally decide to try the infant formula. He took a suck and rejected it; screaming out and rolling on his side adamantly. He buried his face into Cameron's chest, crying out. He kicked out with his strong legs as he clung onto Cameron with his hands.

Cameron struggled to hold the bottle steady as Zander whined.

"Zander." Cameron said firmly to the infant who pressed against his mother's chest persistently, looking for the usual breast feed.

"He hates whatever replaces you." John joked, lying down on the other side of the bed. Cameron sighed, pulling the infant away.

"You have to drink this alright?" Cameron stated firmly to him. Zander gave her a terrified look before his eyes watered. Cameron attempted to give him the bottle again but Zander pushed it away with a hand and started to bawl out.

"Guess you'd have to breastfeed him again." John took the bottle from Cameron, "He's in love with you." John chuckled. She shot him an annoyed look, carrying Zander into her embrace. He ceased crying, looking at Cameron with puppy dog eyes, hopeful if she'd finally given up on feeding him that and decided to give him the usual breastfeed. Cameron could tell Zander loved those. He always seemed ready for a feed.

"Zander, you have to drink from that alright? You can't me everywhere feeding you." Cameron spoke to the poor infant softly. Zander seems to be accepting that reality poorly as he frowned but Cameron took the bottle from John and cradled Zander. She placed it at the tip of his mouth and he took it slowly at first before drinking ravenously, looking at Cameron intently all the time.

He finished the bottle, eyelids drooping. Zander belched loudly, nestling up to Cameron's abdomen. John took the bottle from Cameron, kissing her on the lips and proceeding to wash the bottle at the sink. Later, he placed it in the boiled water to cleanse it of germs.

Returning to Cameron, John found her putting him into the baby carrier. It was on the couch by the bed and the couch was shifted to be connected to their bed.

"Cam?" John sat on the bed. Surprised Cameron would let Zander sleep away from them as it was her idea initially to have their baby between them for safety and warmth. He saw her tuck the infant firmly into the broad carrier and kissed him on the forehead before standing up.

John could help but stare her down. For the first time in many months, John stared at her body lustfully.

Cameron wore white top and long grey sweatpants but what caught his attention was the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. John noticed that she seemed to be back to her small petite figure from when she was pregnant, aside from the fact that her breast seemed more voluptuous than usual.

John was still staring when Cameron walked up to him sexily and slid her legs in between his. John only blinked and looked into her eyes when she ran her hand through his hair. He gave her a small smile, feeling the warmth of her fingers running along her scalp. Cameron sat down in between his legs, on his right thigh gracefully. She pressed her forehead against his.

They sat still, staring into each other's eyes as John's hand started to wander all over her petite frame. John couldn't believe that her curves were back and if he dared say, better than usual.

Cameron wrapped his arms loosely around his neck. She missed having John touch her in this manner. She moaned out softly when he went beyond the waistband of her sweatpants. John took her lips on his, kissing her gently.

It wasn't long before John carried her to the middle of the bed and removed her top and sweatpants. He struggled a little with his and placed them at the tip of the bed, crawling above Cameron. John threw the blanket over them, feeling the cold of the night strike them right to their bones with the lack of clothes.

John marveled at how Cameron could just revert back to her original killer figure like that. He barely made out the stretch lines from pregnancy but the faint scar was still there, seemingly disappearing. John ran his hand over her torso gently, fingertips touching her smooth skin. Cameron trembled under his touch just the way John remembered. He leaned over to kiss her cleavage of her voluptuous breast.

Cameron threw back her head, her hands grasping at his upper arms, as he kissed her body gently. John kissed his way up to her lips. She moaned out into his mouth softly as they made love, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the bed linen. John moved against her gently, moaning in pleasure. He cupped her left breast, kissing her neck. Cameron then let out a cry of ecstasy into his muscled shoulder.

Zander stirred in his baby carrier, with his eyes still closed, he shifted his position in his sleep. Slowly, a small smile crossed his lips.

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Cameron opened her eyes to the soft sunlight that shone over the sheet that covered their naked bodies. She smiled, looking at John. He was still asleep, not surprising for Cameron after the long exertion. He practically collapsed. Cameron almost felt sorry for him if she had not been so sure he'd enjoyed it just as she had after the long months of 'starvation'.

She slipped out of his embrace quietly and stretched a little. Getting out of bed, Cameron quickly got dressed and checked on their baby, who hadn't made a sound since last night.

It worried Cameron since Zander normally would cry for milk or company. After a discussion, Cameron and John decided to only give him milk on his demand and not what normal parents do, on intervals. Thus both of them already recognized the signs of when he's hungry but Zander didn't make a sound last night.

Cameron bent over at the waist and caressed Zander's soft cheek with the back of her fingers. She couldn't ignore the small smile which was faintly spread on his lips – John's lips. Cameron smiled, bending over to kiss the infant. He stirred when Cameron's soft lips touch his forehead.

"Good morning." Cameron whispered gently to her son who looked up at her with John's eyes.

To her amusement, Zander looked at her earnestly and gurgled out in a faint and barely recognizable version of a good morning. Cameron chuckled and pulled off his blanket to check his diapers.

She felt around and decided that it wasn't time to change it yet. Just when Cameron was straightening up to cook breakfast, Zander reached out to her with his small arms. John and Cameron both recognized that simple gesture of a request to be picked up into her embrace. He even added a pleading look, which was rare.

Cameron smiled and picked him up under his shoulders, sitting him on her hip gently. She let him look out of the window for a while to marvel at the beautiful morning outside before placing him by John who was still asleep. Zander crawled on the sheets and lay on John's stomach, excited over the rise and fall as John breathed.

Cameron was amused when Zander got entertained by the most natural things in the world but was also happy when he didn't make a big fit about her going away to the kitchen while leaving him with his father.

She saw him settle down with the side of his face on John's stomach, closing his eyes. Cameron couldn't help but smile at the beautiful scene. She didn't know what John would say if he saw this but this was a simple gesture of love from the son to his father.

Cameron opened the fridge and decided to make scrambled eggs this morning. It has been a while since John ate them. She picked up six eggs and placed them by the stove.

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John stirred, feeling a weight on his stomach. He opened his eyes blearily and saw his son, all over him early in the morning. John felt the empty space beside him and was a little disappointed with the absence of the love of his life. However, with Zander looking up at him curiously the moment he opened his eyes did compensate a good lot. John grinned, sleep still in his eyes.

To his surprise, Zander gurgled, as if trying to say something to him. In the process letting saliva escape from his open mouth, one of the many things Cameron and John was already prepared for. John reached out for the handkerchief on the bedside table to clean it off. Zander gurgled again, his eyes shining in hope of a response.

"What?" John furrowed his eyebrow. Zander blinked, John could see he'd hurt the little guy's heart by giving him such an insensitive response to his effort. John rushed to reply whatever he thought Zander was trying to say, "Oh, good morning…" He gave the infant a smile.

Zander squealed and buried his face into John's bare chest, little hands grabbing at the blanket.

It took a while for John to register his own attire. He gently carried Zander off him and to the empty space on the bed. John could smell the scrambled eggs from his place and it made his mouth water. He picked up his pants and slipped them on from under the sheets as Zander look out of the window curiously.

"Zan." John whispered, patting the infant's small and chubby leg. He turned to face his father with wide green eyes, "Let's go find mommy alright?"

Zander looked at John before tentatively nodding. John grinned and scooped him into his arms. Zander watched as John moved off the bed and to the floor before squealing out again, marveling as John walked.

John paused, looking at his son. He noticed the infant seems to be really curious about everything. His eyes were trained on the wooden floor intently, "You wanna walk?" John asked, kissing the portion in front of his ear gently. Zander didn't reply but kept staring so John placed the infant on the floor on his feet and held on to his hands.

With his hands over his head held by John, Zander stared at the floor again, feeling the wood against his bare feet.

"Zan, come on. I know you can walk. Just put one footy in front the other," John urged gently. Slowly, Zander began to move his right foot. Eventually he was moving so fast John had to slow him down. Zander squealed out in pure excitement as he surged forward with every step of his little legs.

John pulled back the little infant, who had trouble steadying himself, from entering the kitchen. He knew Cameron wouldn't be happy if he brought Zander in there, considering the hot pan and oil.

"Mama!" Zander screamed out in joy as he caught sight of Cameron in the kitchen. She froze in shock before laughing along with John at the surprise. She didn't even know where Zander pick that up.

"Hey. Morning." Cameron smiled, sliding the scrambled egg of the pan and onto the plate that sat on the counter.

"Morning," John grinned, bending over awkwardly, holding Zander's hands.

"What're you two up to?" Cameron asked suspiciously, knowing all the famous shenanigans they could get into. She bought two plates of scrambled eggs to the table. Zander squealed excitedly when Cameron emerged behind the counter. He placed his right foot forward and 'ran' to Cameron with John trying to keep up with him.

"You take the little guy. I'll get the milk." John smiled as Cameron scooped Zander up into her arm.

"Mama," Zander gurgled in his young high pitched voice.

Cameron grinned and sat down at the table, letting Zander sit quietly on her lap while both of them watched John move around in the kitchen. He mixed the baby formula and bought the fruit juice with two glasses to the table.

"You take your meal. I'll feed the little squirt." John grinned, carrying Zander over to his lap. Cameron poured out the juice into the glass but her attention was drawn away when Zander squirmed to get away from the bottle. He began trashing around in John's embrace.

"Zander." Cameron carried the little infant over, who had tears running down his cheeks as he looked at his mother. John sighed, placing down the bottle.

"I can never understand his hate for milk bottles," John stated plainly. Cameron flashed him a small smile.

"Zan, what do you want to eat in this case?" Cameron asked patiently as he looked at her. Zander let out a gurgle and looked around. John shook his head and pulled the plate of eggs to him, cutting a piece and popping it into his mouth. Zander watched with wide eyes and John swallowed the yellowy food that he did not recognise.

"Cam, this is damn good. What'd you add this time?" John smiled, cutting into it for another.

"Just a sprinkle of garlic salt and cheese." Cameron replied simply, noticing Zander staring at the eggs, mouth watering, literally, "Zan, you want to try it?" Cameron asked, pulling her plate to her. She waited for him to nod before cutting him a small piece and popping it into his mouth.

"Sure he can digest that stuff?" John asked doubtfully as he watched his son munch down the egg happily.

"Yes. He has already grown a few teeth. His lower central incisors," Cameron stated, watching as Zander swallowed the egg awkwardly.

"Wow, he looks like you when you swallowed the chip the first day I met you." John teased, receiving a playful shove from Cameron.

Cameron and Zander shared the egg and afterwards, she convinced him to drink the milk, which he was thoroughly reluctant to. Then John wanted to go out to get some clothes for Zander. They decided to tag along this time

He intended to bring the baby carrier but Cameron insisted that it was not necessary and that Zander should learn to walk by now. John was a little doubtful but the squirt himself seems to really like walking thus John gave in and after securing their small hut; they set off for the mart.

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John parked up into the lot and pulled up the handbrakes. He glanced at her and noticed how cautious she was, scanning the crowd as thoroughly as she could. Then Cameron carried Zander on her hips and alighted.

John placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her into the store. Zander cling onto Cameron firmly with his small hands, looking around curiously. Cameron noticed many people, particularly middle aged women are smiling at Zander, who returned the smile whenever he saw one, being the responsive child he is. Cameron frowned, clearly a little uncomfortable with that.

She pointed that out to John, who laughed. He never thought after Cameron's evolution that she'll still ask such a question. But come to think of it, it was the first time Zander had been brought into public with so many people around, "They are staring and smiling because our son is so lovable." John replied with a grin.

Cameron smiled, "Thank you for explaining." John nodded, he missed that line.

Zander was unusually quiet as they looked through the clothes on the racks. Cameron noticed this but ignored it, assuming he was just curious with the environment. Just for the sake of assuring him, she patted him occasionally on his back and whispered to him softly. He whimpered a little, snuggling closer to Cameron.

"How about this?" John asked, pulling out the matching t-shirt and pants from the shelves. It was of a light blue color.

"Zan, do you like this?" Cameron nudged their distracted son. He turned and looked at the outfit John was holding but was quiet. Zander glanced at John before turning around and resting his head on Cameron's shoulder gloomily. His eyes were most expressive and right now, Cameron saw there was a dark cast on them. He was clearly upset about something. Very upset.

"What's wrong with him?" John asked, walking around Cameron and stood behind her. He touched Zander's forehead gently, "He's not sick." He informed Cameron, bending a little lower to be at eye level with the infant, "Zan, talk to me."

Zander gurgled out in a sad tone, burying his face into the crook of Cameron's neck. John sighed, "No idea what's wrong with him."

"John," Cameron tugged on his jacket, "I have a bad feeling about this."

John chuckled, "Don't let the squirt get to you alright? It's fine. I'll protect both of you."

"That's not the point John, can't we just go?" Cameron tried to explain but she didn't know what. It was just a small instinct that she had as a protector of John Connor.

John studied Cameron's uneasy expression for the moment before coming down to the conclusion of being too distant from people had caused her to be uneasy around them. John gently brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers lovingly, giving in, "Alright. We'll leave as soon as we got the clothes." John promised. He picked out a few and 2 pair of toddler's shoes before heading for the counter to pay.

Cameron followed John to the counter when Zander jolted upright in Cameron's embrace and looked terrified. She held him firmer, noticing that his small body was tensed.

"What's wrong?" Cameron asked gently, patting his chest with her other hand, trying to calm him as his breathing came in faster gasps. Zander started to cry. Cameron turned around quickly and gasped, "John!" She screamed, pushing John by his back to the floor and she herself bent down, protecting Zander.

Just as John hit the floor, the sign just in front of him shattered into a million pieces after a gunshot rang out.

"Cameron, Zander!"

To be continued…

Next chapter: Normal didn't last long for John and Cameron but this time; their newborn son would be between the fights. John continued to evade his enemies in an attempt to protect his family.

"When I say go, you run, take Zander and run. Don't look back...." [Cameron nodded hesitantly.]