Eeeeh! 18 reviews! m ygooseness you like em that much! aww guys! Well, stay tuned! I decided I'd alternate between my own made up scenarios and "Playback" of various already-aired scenes, so you get a lil bit of both. I'm updating as soon as I write the stories, so please be patient! I'll try to at least have one update every few days. Might slow up a bit on the made-up scenarios as the season 2 return date gets closer, but that probably won't be for a while. :) once epps air that disprove my stories, I will add the AU tag to their titles. Hope you enjoy this new chapter!

Lies-Drabble 7

John looked around at all the gaming technology but rather then being excited he felt oddly disappointed and sad.

"So…How often do you lie?" he asked. Cameron looked at him, surprised at his sudden question, no doubt.

"When the mission requires it." she said truthfully enough.

And when I feel it's right…

John swallowed, almost unsure if he wanted an answer to his next question.

"Do you lie to me?"

His normally passive green eyes were creased in sadness, and held in all the betrayal he felt and shouldn't…she was a machine…she was programmed this way…could she even help lying?

"Sometimes…" Cameron trailed off. She hated to hurt him, because emotional pain processed to her on a similar frequency to physical pain, but she felt the best course of action right now was to keep being as truthful as she could, even if it did cause him some pain.

Not often…Not as often as I should be lying…

John tried desperately not to sigh in disappointment. Maybe she just meant trivial stuff…

"About important things?"

Cameron hesitated before she answered.

"Yes…important things…" she peered into his eyes but he looked away, disbelieving.

You trusted me…

I trusted you…

Making Conversation-Drabble 8

John turned from the computer, chills running down his back at what he'd seen. Vick, seducing and affectively fooling that woman into thinking he was her husband…all thanks to programmed behaviors he'd either learned or been programmed with. It sent a hint of doubt over the part of his mind he'd lately been dedicating to her…and there she was, painting her nails on his bed. He jumped.

"Scared the hell outta me! How long have you been sitting there?"

He let the hand that had rushed to his heart fall as she kept painting her nails absently.

"A little while…"

There was silence. John started to turn back to his computer, maybe one more clip before bed…but he didn't think he could watch one like the last one he had…with Cameron there. He started to debate excuses to leave when-

"That was affective…what he did…When he touched her lips…"

Her voice was wistful…oddly so. Not entirely like she'd observed it out of necessity…more like she wanted him to know she knew about it.

"Affective?" he asked, the shivers returning, his stomach going in painful knots. Trying desperately not to picture her doing it to him…

"I could see that she liked that." Cameron was still blank, but again that slight lilt in her tone…not entirely monotonous and robotic. And a hidden question, in the way she watched him.

Maybe you'd like it…

"What are you doing?" John asked, angry, hurt, for some unknown reason.

She held out her fingers and wiggled them, the pink nail polish catching the dim light of the lamp by his bed.

John nearly smacked himself in exhasperation.

"No, when you say stuff like that…what are you doing?"

Cameron was genuinely confused. Why did he seem so upset? Like he'd seemed when someone had made him angry by calling him names, or what he'd looked like when Derek had accused her of keeping Vick's chip…defensive…but still hurt…somehow. It bothered her that she couldn't fix it. She could fix anything. She could do anything…why couldn't she make him feel better?

Because he'd think I'm a freak if I tried. Some things do not require repairs.

"Just making conversation…" she said dismissively, hoping he'd accept that response and they could go back to being normal again.

"Since when do you make conversation?" he snapped, still angry.

Oh no…

"I don't know…It just seems like something I should do…" she trailed off, watching him closely. Still angry. The timbres of his voice still higher then normal. She didn't dare touch him to get a vital reading. She could "tell" like Sarah could that his heart rate was elevated and something was bothering him.

And interesting function development, she thought to herself. Might come in handy someday…

I Appreciate all your reviews, guys and for forgiving me for forgetting in the very first chapter that the guy she saw was the dude from the net cafe! lol silly beckii forgotted cuz she was concentrating on the John-Cameron implications of the car blowing up! hehe. I'll try not to screw up like that again. Heck, i rewatched these scenes and got the lines word for word. (Go check if you don't believe me hehe) It's really fun to write these! expect much much more!