Thanks everyone for your reviews. I'm glad that so many of you find the story interesting. I'll try not to disappoint you and will try to remain on the track - humour, feelings, but nothing dark. Even our friends deserve some time off from their battles, right?

So, here's the next short chapter. All warnings remain - characters aro NOT the same as in the show, they're ... how should I say ... more human (everyone of them).

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the next bit of the story.

Chapter 2

"You don't know what you're talking!" Answered Cameron with raised voice and grabbed his arm to pull him up. But John had absolutely no intentions to follow her out of the pub so he tried in vain to push her hand away. "I'm ordering you to sit down here and drink with me! Understood? You must obey me!" Cameron didn't answer immediately, but her eyes revealed her feelings. Feelings, she so desperately tried to deny having them. She was a machine and machines don't have feelings. Or do they? She was really angry with John and couldn't understand how he could allow himself to get so drunk. And to make it even worse, he was so damn stubborn!

In the meantime Sarah joined the party at the table and looked from John to Derek with disgust in her eyes. After few seconds she turned to Cameron: "You take Derek and I'll bring this caricature of my son home." Before Cameron, who still clutched John's arm in her hand, could answer, she grabbed John's other arm and tried to pull him up.

"No!" Cameron's eyes revealed that even she didn't believe to have denied Sarah Connor her order. "I'll take care of John and you can have your fun with Reese." Her voice was firm and let no doubt she meant it just the way she had said it.

Sarah froze for a second, not believing what she just heard the cyborg say, but then she turned slowly towards Cameron and looked at her, glaring daggers into brown eyes: "What did you just say? Did you really say 'no' to my order?"

"Yes! I did!" Answered Cameron self confidently and gazed Sarah straight in the eyes. "I can't let anything happen to John. Besides, Derek wouldn't appreciate it if he were ever to find out that it was me who brought him home in such intoxicated condition." She kept her gaze and straightened a little just to let Sarah unmistakably know she wouldn't back down.

Both women stared into each other's eyes for few seconds, still holding John by his arms. "Hey, ladies! I'd like to have my arms back. I'm dying of thirst." Complained John with whining voice and reaped Derek's roaring laughter as answer.

"NO!" Sarah and Cameron both turned in unison towards John and yelled at him simultaneously. Then they irritated looked into each other's eyes for few more seconds. Finally Sarah gave up: "Fine, whatever!" She shrugged and let John's arm go just to grab Derek by his collar: "You! Reese! You come with me! And don't you dare object me!"

The waiter just stood at the table, his kin almost touching the ground and he obviously had absolutely no idea what was going on in front of him. Finally Cameron noticed his stupor and turned towards him: "Did these two … boozers … pay for everything they've drunk and destroyed?" The waiter barely managed a weak nod, his eyes darted between Cameron and Sarah and he only knew he'd like nothing more than to be somewhere else, just not here, coping with this two, so delicate looking, but obviously so tough women. He saw the look Cameron gave to John and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor guy for what awaited him from the petite girl once they would be out of this place. She noticed his fear and said sourly: "I apologize for the manners these two showed to you today. Normally they behave themselves, at least this one." She lifted John's arm up to show the waiter whom she meant. The waiter only nodded in growing fear and left the table hastily, almost running away.

After the waiter disappeared, Cameron turned to look into John's eyes. He continued to smirk at her densely. "John, that's enough! We're going home now and you're going to get enough sleep to get over this. No objections! Or do you want me to use my strength? I can only hope you'll have a good hangover tomorrow."

"Nope! It's not enough! I still have soooo much to tell you!" Growled John and draw a big circle in the air to show her how much he meant. But, in spite of still sitting quite wobbly on his chair, he almost lost the balance and if he wouldn't be held by Cameron, he'd return into position in which he had been just few minutes ago – face down on the floor.

"I already told you! You don't know what you're talking!" Cut him Cameron resolutely off and forced him to stand up.

"But I do! I know exactly what I'm talking. Have you ever heard of a Latin phrase 'in vino veritas'? You should, you usually know everything! And if you know it, you surely know that drunken people normally tell the truth. Man, I'm so drunk! Now I want…"

"You're not in a condition to control your tongue or anything else!" Cameron stopped his talking surge and simply dragged him outside. He stumbled behind her and if she wouldn't hold his arm so tight, he'd trip over his own feet every second step he made. Meanwhile Sarah already brought stupidly giggling Derek out of the pub. He giggled and stumbled, but was otherwise quite serene. Sarah put his arm across her shoulder and her elbow pressed against his stomach, causing him to become more nauseous with each step. But no matter how drunk he was, he knew very well it would be a grave mistake to vomit on pissed off Sarah Connor. So he concentrated exclusively on not throwing up especially not throwing up on her. In his state of reduced mental and physical capabilities, this was a task, requiring all of his strength and concentration. John, on the other hand, simply couldn't keep quiet so he babbled further: "Cam, tell me something: are you really a woman? I mean, completely female, like womanly female? With everything that goes along it? Huh?"

"WHAT?" Cameron's voice was more than just little irritated. But it was also quite clear that this question embarrassed her. She glanced around and realized with relief that no one heard him, not even Sarah, who was busy supporting Derek and preventing him to keel over. She suddenly asked herself, why did this stupid question made her embarrassed. She, as a machine, shouldn't bother about such trivial things. And yet she did. She felt uncomfortable and she felt her cheeks beginning to burn – another sensation new to her. But there was another question gnawing at her: why would John want to know if she really is a woman? And why exactly now as he obviously wasn't able to think clearly.

But John was drunk enough not to drop the topic: "I have been thinking about it and then I remembered Vick and his wife and thought that you, infiltrators, must have a complete anatomy. Now I want to know: am I right or not?"

"Actually it's none of your business. But if you really want to know: yes, I'm a woman and I also have all … organs … a human woman has. At least the external ones. But I can't have any children and that's something you should know even in your intoxicated condition!" Cameron answered reluctantly and with burning cheeks she still wondered why he would want to know it. "Why are you asking?"

"Well, it's just … ahem … I guess … I just wanted to know." Now it was John's turn to blush furiously. No matter how drunk he was, he knew that this was a very delicate topic for Cameron. But alcohol already did what it does the best – smash the barriers, remove the inhibitions, so he blurted out another, even more delicate question before he could stop himself: "Can you have sex?"

TBC