I'm really glad that you like this story. So, here's the next chapter. This time less humor but more feelings and a bit of drama. For those who asked themselves how far John will go in his rant - the answer is below, as well as Cameron's reaction to his escapade.
Next two chapters will have more humor, the last two will again be more emotional based. Oops, now I revealed how many chapters there will be. lol
I hope you'll continue to read the story.
Chapter 3
Cameron felt how her cheeks began to burn furiously and she stuttered, quite uncharacteristically for her: "John, please … I don't want to talk about it now. You aren't thinking clearly. You should get some sleep and tomorrow you'll have a clearer head." She wondered why she felt so embarrassed, why she reacted like a human woman and not like she was supposed to – like some emotionless machine, designed to terminate human beings. Slowly it dawned on her that she obviously wasn't anymore what she used to be before the explosion – soulless terminator. She began to understand that those strange sensations, creeping through her more and more often were nothing more and nothing less than emotions.
"But I want to know it now! Can you have sex or not?"
Cameron still fought with herself to answer him like she should – resolutely, mechanically, coldly, but her machine core lost this inner battle with her emotional side. She looked aside. What is happening with John that he asks this question? His arm, which she held over her shoulders, just like Sarah did with Derek's to support him, suddenly felt burning hot and she considered possible answers to his question, ranging from simple "forget it" up to the real, correct answer, which was even shorter and clearer. But none seemed suitable at this moment, for she had no idea what his intentions were. Is he just asking to know it, without any hidden agenda, or does he intend on acting in that direction with her? Suddenly she knew she wouldn't say no, should he really desire her as a woman, but not in his present drunken condition, not without knowing that his emotions were real. She sighed and looked back into his eyes, looking at her questioningly and surprisingly focused. "Why do you want to know it?"
John grinned at her and quite unexpectedly bowed to her and gave her a lightning kiss on the cheek: "Because you're so beautiful! And I want to know it. No, I MUST know it! I've waited for too long to ask you."
Cameron's cheeks retained the red color and her eyes, darting all over the place, reflected her inner turmoil. But his eyes requested an answer to his question, so she sighed loudly, something she never did before, and answered so quietly that he almost didn't hear her: "Yes, I can."
"GOOOOOOOD!" Cheered John and pumped his fist in the air. By undertaking such action he challenged his diminished balance and staggered dangerously. If he wouldn't be supported by Cameron, he'd keel over like a log. But he was completely unaware of his near fall as he grinned like a Cheshire cat and continued: "Then we should do it!"
That was too much! That was way too much for Cameron and she stopped dead in her tracks in dismay: "W ... W … W … WHAAAAAT!" Perhaps for the first time in her existence she lost self control and yelled at him. "I was right! You're mad! You have no idea what you're babbling!"
"Don't try to deny it Cam! I know you love me and I love you too! So, why shouldn't we do it? That, what men and women do when they want to be close?" John tried to straighten himself but failed miserably and his try resulted only in his clinging to Cameron's shoulder even heavier than before. If she were human, they'd both be already lying on the floor, for he clung to her with almost all of his weight. But being a powerful cyborg, she didn't even notice his weight on her; she had so much to brood upon. What happened to John?
She couldn't believe her ears. What was he thinking? Does he really see her as some kind of love doll? Did Derek's ranting about her being built as a love bot settle in John's mind too? Yes, she liked him, she even loved him. She would have to analyze her feelings for him deeply after she brought him home, but she was sure that she somehow fell in love with him. But even so, she would never do anything with drunken John, having no control over himself and possibly in the morning being ashamed of doing it and throwing her away again. No! She didn't want it that way. Should there ever be something between them it could only result from mutual interest, understanding and love. She wouldn't go for less! She grabbed John by both shoulders, turned him to look her directly in the eyes and considered for a second: "John, please! Don't do something we both would regret. I am supposed to be your sister and I am a … machine." She almost spat out the last word cynically and hurt. All her frustration because of the way how he treated her in the last months was reflected in this single word. This small word clearly depicted all her hurt that he treated her as an advanced toaster. "It's impossible. Tomorrow you'll be back to your real self and you'll regard me differently than you do now. Yes, I am a machine, but I can feel and I'm not a toy which you can use when you desire and throw it away when you get bored." Her voice was quiet but steady and even a bit angry. Although she felt inner turmoil, although her emotions almost got the upper hand for the first time in her existence, although she suddenly felt the urge to feel his lips on hers and his hands on her body, she knew she had to be strong and she may not give in to her desires. Not with John in such state. If he were sober … She shook her head to chase these thoughts and dreams away.
John still grinned at her foolishly, he didn't even recognize she meant it dead serious and pushed further: "Why not? We should simply try it! Maybe we'll like it."
Cameron felt how her positive emotions slowly gave way to her anger and shook John like a ragged doll: "NO! We will not do it! There's no way I'd do it with drunken John, who failed to see me as a person or even as a woman before. I'm bringing you home and that's it. Tomorrow, when you're sober, will be time to talk!" This time she didn't wait for him, she simply dragged him like a puppy in the direction of the car. She decided that talking was over, for she feared her voice might betray her true feelings.
As they reached the car, Sarah had already thrown Derek in the back seat and waited for them, sitting behind the steering wheel, looking straight forward. Cameron didn't say a word, she just opened the back door and shoved John inside to join his uncle on the drunk-bank. She took her place in front passenger seat and glared straight ahead. As she continued glaring, Sarah slowly turned to look at her and her eyes softened a bit. Then she saw that Cameron's cheeks were damp and she gasped in shock. "Tin Miss? Are you crying?"
Cameron was so lost in her emotions, that she didn't even feel the small drops of water, travelling down her cheeks and she raised her hand to touch them. As she realized she really did cry, she looked not less shocked than Sarah and finally averted her gaze to look in the older woman's eyes. "I … I do. But … I shouldn't be able to. Why?" She looked helpless and lost like a little girl, encountering her first disappointment and not knowing how to cope with it.
Sarah's eyes softened even more and she shook her head: "You really are different. Was it him?" She tilted her head towards John, who was already snoring in the backseat. "What did he do? Wait … on the second thought … I don't want to know." Sarah hoped against hope that it was something else, not what she feared the most, but knowing that her fears were most probably justified.
Cameron already opened her mouth to answer her, but realized in the last moment that Sarah really didn't want to know, so she simply nodded and turned her head to stare again through the windshield.
Sarah sighed, shook her head and turned her attention to the road. She started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
TBC
