A/N:
Greetings to all who still continue to read this story. Thank you for doing that. Remember, I would appreciate any feedback. Peace.
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Chapter Three. A New Threat
Los Angeles, CA. February 29, 2008. 7:58 PM
Two hours after sunset, headlights bobbed and bounced along a fire trail in the Angeles National Forest five miles north of Altadena. The black Dodge Ram behind them growled and muttered, continually shifting to match the rough road and changing grade. Eventually it reached its destination, a circular pit in the ground so perfect that it looked like an impact crater – which was not far from the truth. The vehicle stopped, still running, its lights brightly illuminating the far side of the hole and throwing the near side into dark shadow.
The driver stepped out: a black man, large and muscular. He advanced to the crater's edge and stood still as a statue, as if waiting for something to happen, though he might be standing there all night.
Seven minutes later, something happened. From inside the hole, a light flashed brightly, followed by a series of crackling electrical discharges. Then another bright flash, a perfectly spherical ball of light that filled the hole, appeared and vanished. At the bottom of the hole knelt a naked man. He stood up, a little unsteadily, and looked around until he spotted the black man standing impassively at the rim, watching.
SCANNING...COMPLETED
SUBJECT: PROJECT ANGEL, HYBRID INFILTRATOR PROTOTYPE
IDENTITY: MARCUS WRIGHT
AFFILIATION: RESISTANCE
THREAT LEVEL: MODERATE
ACTION: GREET/QUESTION
The black man stretched out his right hand, "Greetings Marcus. I was expecting Sergeant Wells. Why are you here?"
Marcus walked over to him and shook his hand, "Hi Queeg. Wells is still in the future. We have problems. I'll tell you on the way."
"Clothes on the passenger seat. It's good, that you and Wells are about the same size."
Marcus quickly dressed and climbed into the passenger side. Queeg sat behind the wheel, started the pickup, and they headed into town.
Queeg asked with a monotone voice, "What happened?"
"We destroyed SkyNet's main core. For a few days, we thought we'd won the war. But then a listening post caught some suspicious radio traffic on the other side of the Rockies, in Colorado Springs. Connor sent me with a squad, a couple of T-900s and two Blackhawks to check it out. Hopping the mountains burned up our fuel too fast, so we grounded the birds when their tanks were half-empty and traveled the rest of the way on foot. Took us three days. When we got there, all there was to see was a small block building like a maintenance shed … until we ran into a perimeter patrol. Metal came boiling out of holes in the ground, everything from T-1s to a Thousand. When it was over, Wells and I were the only ones left." He shook his head. "The building was just an elevator head, for a shaft that seemed to go down to the center of the earth. At the bottom was a TDE, running, and her, just as she disappeared."
Marcus fell silent. Queeg turned to him, "Her?"
"A woman, with long blonde hair. We only saw her for a second before she was gone. The two of us should have died right then – the fuel cells powering the place were rigged to blow up as soon as displacement was complete – but there was a malfunction. So the backup timer was engaged, which gave us a little time to hack the database." He stared out the window into the dark. "It's a Terminator, a T-X, the most advanced model yet. A hybrid, sort of a cross between a 900 and a Thousand, with an advanced endoskeleton covered with mimetic polyalloy instead of flesh. Super fast and strong. It's got a built-in arsenal too, everything but a goddamned plasma cannon, since it's only a prototype. It also has 'nanite injectors', something it can use to subvert and control other machines." He shook his head again. "We are so screwed."
"Did you obtain the arrival date, destination, and mission of the T-X?"
"No, but we have to assume it's already here. And we know what its mission is. The same mission they've all got. Trying to build SkyNet, or kill Connor, or both. But that's not all. Once we returned to the base, we found out that Connor was killed."
"How? And by whom?"
"Derek fucking Reese. Stupid bastard. As soon as he knew I wasn't there to stop him, he walked into the comm shack with a plasma rifle and took aim at Cameron. But Connor got between just as he fired. I heard he died in Cameron's arms, while the guards dragged Derek away before everybody else could beat him to death. They said she wailed over him like a baby. Nobody ever saw anything like it, not from a machine. He pulled her head down and whispered in her ear just before he died, and as soon as he was gone, she went straight to the bubble room and left. Everybody thought she was going to go back a day, to stop Reese, but nothing happened. John was still dead when I left." He passed a hand over his forehead. "That sounds so weird. Is she here, do you know?"
"She is here, with John Connor. What happened to a Lieutenant Reese?"
"Safe from the mob, under heavy guard, waiting for his court martial. I hope they hang him. Carefully, so they don't break his neck. Let him thrash until he pisses himself. Then cut him down at the last minute, let him catch his breath, and hang him again."
"Lieutenant Reese was a traitor?" The road ended at a rundown asphalt lane; the truck turned onto it, headed south and down, towards the galaxy of lights spread out along the valley floor below. "That seems unlikely."
"He's no Gray. Might be better if he was. John died because of Derek's blind hate for Cameron, nothing more." He took a deep breath and let it out, staring down at the lights. "You said she's protecting Connor?"
"Affirmative. But he thinks he's protecting her."
"Good. Wait, what!?"
"John Connor thinks Cameron is a human girl he rescued from a rape attempt. I paid the men she staged it with. Apparently she believes this is the best way to gain his trust." Queeg stared implacably out the windshield. "It got her close to him quickly. They're even sharing quarters. But the lie is certain to be found out. Won't that end his trust?"
She wasn't thinking that far ahead. She doesn't use her head when it comes to John. She just wanted to be with him, as soon as possible, and decided a lie would be the quickest way to do it. Marcus sighed again. All right, darling, I give up. You're his, now and forever. And I'll help you stay together, however I can. "She knows what she's doing. Are you in contact?"
"Yes. With the Allison subset, rather, through the SkyNet command frequency."
Marcus considered. "How soon can we get to MacArthur Park?"
"Thirty-two minutes, in this traffic."
"Set up a meet in forty. We're going to try to draw out the T-X. Being able to pick the time and place of the fight may be our only advantage."
Queeg, still negotiating the cracked two-lane, opened the communication channel, "Captain Queeg to Corporal Allison Young, over."
"Hey Queeg, what's up?"
"Hello. Is General Connor still with you?"
"He sure is. With Cameron, rather. But they're busy."
"Busy? With what?"
"I'm not even going to try to explain, Queeg. Just take my word for it, Cameron won't want to be interrupted unless it's really important."
"It's an emergency. Marcus Wright just arrived. He wants to meet. I'll give you the coordinates."
"Received. Good timing Queeg. Cameron will be so disappointed. Allison out."
Queeg ended the connection. "Done," he said to Marcus.
"Good. From this moment, don't answer her under any circumstances. Now tell me, how are you doing with the weapons?"
"Jackson and Harper are working on that."
"Where are they?"
"Kirtland Air force Base, in New Mexico, not far from Los Alamos. Do you want a situation report?"
"It would be great."
Queeg pulled out a cell phone from his pocket, and handed it to Marcus, "Lieutenant Harper is on two, Sergeant Jackson on three."
Marcus pressed 'two' and the 'send' button. A few beeps and then a husky voice, "Harper."
"Troy, this is Marcus-"
"Marcus Wright!? What are you doing here? Where's Queeg?"
"Queeg's driving. Listen to me very carefully. SkyNet has sent back a new Terminator, the worst one yet. We've got to stop it."
"More dangerous than liquid terminators?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Jesus Christ."
"Yeah. What's your situation? Make me happy."
"Okay. Um, we finished loading the new 'toys', only 'batteries' left."
Marcus smiled. "Good. Try to get the biggest of them. Good luck," Marcus hung up and handed the phone to Queeg.
"Keep it, I have another."
"Thanks. So, what do you have with you?"
"One Beretta 92FS with two spare magazines, and one Remington Model 870."
Marcus snorted, "Against a T-X it's like nothing. Where did you get them anyway?"
"A policeman tried to arrest me for walking in the nude."
Marcus started to laugh, then stopped. "And what did you do?"
Quegg answered matter-of-factly, "I terminated him, and took his weapons."
Marcus's fists clenched and relaxed. He sighed heavily and shook his head, "This isn't good. Don't tell Connor about it."
"Acknowledged. What course of action?"
"You got the coordinates for Connor's apartment?"
"Affirmative."
"We go to him."
"What about-"
"Cameron? She'll be fine. Trust me."
Cameron rode the elevator down to the underground parking. When the doors opened, she scanned the area for threats, then stepped out just before they closed. She selected an older vehicle, Ford F-150, without an alarm, punched out the passenger window, and let herself in. As she worked on the ignition, she questioned the second person inside her skull.
-Allison, where is the meeting point?
-Judging by the coordinates, it's at MacArthur Park. That's so romantic.
-Why does he want to meet in the park?
-Remember what he told you in the future?
-That he loves me. But I love John and he knows it.
-Apparently, he doesn't give up so easily.
The car fired up, its voice echoing off the hard surfaces of the garage.
-But it doesn't make sense. Why can't he understand that?
-Love is like that. It makes people stupid.
-But…
-No buts! Just go and talk to him.
Thirty-six minutes later Cameron was in place, but Marcus couldn't be seen. Her borrowed cell phone rang. She opened it and checked the Caller ID – John. She pressed the button to answer, "John?"
"Cameron! Are you okay?" John's voice, urgent and agitated.
"Yes."
"You're still in the park?"
"Yes, but how-"
"I'll be right there, don't go anywhere," John hung up.
-Allison, what is happening? How did he know where I am?
-I have no idea.
-Contact Queeg and find out.
-Yes, ma'am.
"Allison to Queeg, over." No answer. "Corporal Allison Young to Captain Queeg, over." Silence.
-He doesn't respond.
-God damn it!
-Whoa. Calm down Cameron.
-I CAN'T! What if something happened to John!? I can't lose him again!
-Take it easy. John is all right, you just talked to him. Just play the memories of what you did an hour ago, and you'll feel better.
-But what if Marcus or Queeg, told him the truth about me?
-Well, one day it had to happen, right? At least, he didn't leave you. Don't jump to conclusions and just wait for him.
-Fine.
After about fifteen minutes, Cameron's pleasant memories were interrupted by a loud growl of an eight-cylinder engine. A few minutes later, an old Mustang stopped in front of her. John Connor literally flew out of the car and ran straight to Cameron. He enveloped her in a tight hug, which she gladly returned.
"John, I-"
"I was so worried about you. Please, never leave me again."
Cameron smiled broadly, "I won't."
John slightly leaned back and looked straight into her beautiful eyes, "Promise?"
"I promise," Cameron replied in all seriousness.
John smiled, leaned forward, and kissed her gently on the lips. Cameron instantly responded to the kiss. She began to dominate over John's mouth, but at this moment, he sharply pulled back. Cameron looked at him with a slightly sulky face.
"Sorry. We'll continue this later, okay? Now, come with me if you want to live."
Cameron just nodded. John took her hand and led her to Eleanor. They got into the car and drove away.
-That's funny. I thought you'd say that phrase.
-At least he isn't mad at me.
-Are you kidding? I think he's completely in love with you.
-Are you sure?
-Absolutely. Didn't you saw the look in his eyes? I don't know what they told him, but he liked it.
-That is good.
-On the contrary, it's awful.
-Why?
-He's going to learn the truth about you eventually. It's inevitable. Maybe by then it won't matter to him. But if it does, if he doesn't like what he learns, knowing he was lied to will make it even worse.
-I know what I have to do.
-Oh no. You'll only complicate things.
-We will see.
Thirty-four minutes earlier.
The black Dodge pickup truck pulled up to the apartment complex. Both passengers inspected the neighborhood for possible threats. Not finding any, the driver opened the door, but was stopped by a hand on his right shoulder. Queeg with blank face looked at Marcus, "What are you doing?"
"Look, it would be better if I'm alone when I talk with Connor. Stay here and watch my back. If anything happens, just call me. Okay?"
Queeg closed the door.
"Right. Give me the pistol, and you take the shotgun."
Queeg drew his pistol from his shirt, and gave it to Marcus, while he took the shotgun from the backseat. Marcus checked the magazine, cocked the gun, and put it on the safety. Queeg also handed him two extra clips for Beretta, which Marcus put in his pocket. "Look sharp!" he said, before he climbed out of the car, and headed into the alley behind the apartment complex.
Finding himself in a dark alley, Marcus found a fire escape, which he used to climb to the second floor. He broke the window with his elbow, and made his way into the hall. He walked to the door with the sign 'four' and knocked several times. No reply. Marcus knocked harder, "Open up John, we need to talk."
A man's voice, like John's but far younger, came through the panel. "Who are you? Police? FBI?"
Marcus slightly chuckled. "I'm an old friend, Connor," he said, emphasizing John's true name. "A friend you need bad right now."
The door locks clicked and the bolt snicked back. John gave the stranger's face and hands a quick hard look, then the hall. Finally, he gestured the man inside and shut the door behind.
"That was too easy. What if I was a bad guy?" Marcus asked with a scowl.
"The bad guys I worry about wouldn't ask me to open the door."
"Fair enough."
"An old friend that I don't remember," John said. "That mean what I think it does?"
Marcus stretched out his right hand. "Marcus Wright. Nice to meet you, again."
John took it, but didn't shake. "And SkyNet?"
"Yeah. Judgment Day, all of it."
Marcus watched the young man's features sag. John shook hands without enthusiasm and let go. "And you're here to protect me. But you're not a machine, are you?"
"Yes and no."
John looked puzzled, "How can you not be one or the other?"
"Long story, and we don't have that kind of time. Also, yes and no about protection. I take it, you've met a girl named Cameron, haven't you?"
Oh oh. "Yeah. What about her?"
Marcus swallowed and took a deep breath to ease the ache in his heart. "She's your wife," he lied. "She'll, in the future."
John's heart skipped a beat. "My wife?" John said in whisper, dazed.
"Yes. All right, listen up. We've got SkyNet on the run, but it still has a couple cards up its sleeve. It sent an advanced prototype back on a kill mission."
Upon hearing this, John's mind brought up memories from his last nightmare. "Another one of those liquid-metal things?"
"Worse. It's called the T-X. It'll kill you and everybody from the Resistance it can locate if we don't stop it. But I'm sure you're its first target."
"So, I'm bait?"
"No. You should be out of here. We'll deal with it."
John frowned, "We?"
Marcus went to the window and pulled the curtain partway back. "Across the street, you can see a black Dodge Ram with a black man sitting behind the wheel. He is a terminator, Triple Eight Series. His name is Queeg."
Now they have names? Interesting. "Okay. How much time do I have?"
"We don't know. You should be gone already."
"Fine. While I'm packing my stuff, help me. Remove the TV from the wall, and break open the wall behind it. Inside you'll find a bag. I need it."
"No problem," Marcus said. John hurried to his room. Once inside, he reached under the bed and pulled out a large duffel bag. Then, he opened his closet and started packing the things he'd need. His heart and thoughts racing.
So, it was all for nothing. Blowing up Cyberdyne, Miles Dyson's death, losing Uncle Bob. My mother's years in the nuthouse and more years in prison when the FBI caught us and she took all the blame. After all that, the War is still on, and I'm still the Leader of the Human Resistance. Still running from mechanical horrors that want to kill me. Only now, instead of having someone protecting me, I have someone to protect. Cameron, my future wife. Who would have thought, huh. But now I understand why I'm so attracted to her, and there's no doubting how she feels about me. No wonder it seemed like we were meant for each other; we are.
John's thoughts were interrupted by the muffled thud, and then he heard the voice of Marcus, "Done. Hurry up."
John was about to zip the bag, as something blue caught his attention. Cameron's new dress. Why not? He carefully folded it up, zipped the bag, and headed for the front door. In the hallway, he found Marcus with a dusty and dirty bag in a hand, "Heavy. What's inside?"
"You know, weapons, ammunition, money, drugs."
Marcus arched his left eyebrow, "Drugs?"
John shook his head, "Just kidding. Okay, I need to contact Cameron-"
"She's in a MacArthur Park."
John looked suspiciously at Marcus, "How-"
"Listen, don't waste time, just go. Find Cameron, drive as far as possible from the city, and hide in some motel. Just remember, she is a very SPECIAL girl. Give me your number and I'll call you soon."
"Okay," John gave his number to Marcus, then said goodbye to him, and headed to the elevator. Once he was in the underground car park, John walked to his car, opened the trunk and dropped both bags. He got behind the wheel, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Cameron. She answered almost immediately, "John?"
"Cameron! Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"You're still in the park?"
"Yes, but how-"
"I'll be right there, don't go anywhere," John hung up. He put the phone away, buckled up, started the old Mustang, went on the road, and drove off in the direction of the park.
From the parked truck, Queeg watched the old yellow Mustang bump up into the street, turn with a squeak of tires, and accelerate away. His phone buzzed, and he answered, "Marcus?"
"Yeah, it's me," Marcus said. "I'm in Connor's apartment, waiting for it. I sent John out to the park to collect Cameron. As soon as you see it next to the complex, or anything unusual, let me know."
"Affirmative."
Several hours passed. The street was dark and quiet, and not a soul around. As if the calm before the storm. Queeg was scanning the neighborhood quietly. Most of the streetlights were out, but his low-light vision automatically compensated. A number of windows in his view had lights on behind their curtains, and he watched them carefully. A metallic noise, out of sight in an alley, raised his alert level until he identified it as an overturned garbage can. LA was home to many scavenger species, from feral dogs and cats to raccoons and even coyotes…
The window beside him burst inward, showering him with glass, and the door disappeared. Queeg barely had time to turn his head before his two-hundred-kilogram body was yanked out of the car like a mannequin, and thrown to the pavement. The battered Triple Eight looked up and saw a tall young blonde-haired woman, dressed in a red leather suit, standing over him walking towards him.
SCANNING...COMPLETED
SUBJECT: UNKNOWN CYBROG
IDENTITY: N/A
AFFILIATION: N/A
THREAT LEVEL: N/A
ACTION: EVADE
Queeg just had time to get his feet under him before a kick from the T-X sent him into the side of a parked Toyota Corolla, the impact wrapping the vehicle around him. The alarm whooped. Queeg struggled to free himself, but the T-X pinned his left arm with a foot and knelt on his chest, trapping him. He struck at it with his right, but his constricted position robbed the blow of any strength. The T-X caught his wrist in both hands and pulled. With a screech, the forearm came off at the elbow. It tossed the severed limb aside and began to pummel his head with its fists, blood flying. Only a few seconds of such punishment was enough to force a shutdown. The T-X cut out an accurate circle on his scalp, took the chip, and put it in its pocket. It stood up, picked up the body of T-888 and threw it over its shoulder, and headed for the black pickup truck, grabbing the severed hand on the road.
At this point, Marcus ran out of the underground parking lot, and started shooting. The T-X ignored the nine-millimeter pellets peppering its sheath until it loaded its cargo into the truck's bed, then it turned to the new threat.
SCANNING...COMPLETED
SUBJECT: PROJECT ANGEL, HYBRID INFILTRATOR PROTOTYPE
IDENTITY: MARCUS WRIGHT
AFFILIATION: RESISTANCE
THREAT LEVEL: MINIMAL
ACTION: IGNORE/CONTINUE THE CURRENT MISSION
Marcus's gun clicked empty. The T-X regarded him a moment, then smirked and got behind the wheel of a pickup truck, and sped off in the opposite direction. Marcus swore under his breath, hid the empty gun under his shirt, and pulled out his cell phone. He began to walk towards the underground parking lot, at the same time calling Harper.
"Harper."
"Troy, we have a situation. We tried to set a trap for the new terminator, but it foxed us. It took Queeg and split. That means your safe house is compromised."
"Fuck! Shit. What about the General?"
"He is safe for now."
"Well, what do we do?"
"I'll give you an address. Grab everything you can and bring it here. Then, we come up with a plan of action," Marcus dictated an address.
"Understood. We'll finish in about an hour. See you," Harper hung up.
Marcus dialed a new number, "John, can you talk now?"
"Wait a second." After a moment, John continued, "What's up?"
"Are you okay? Is Cameron with you? Is she okay?"
"Yeah. I did just like you told me. We're both fine. I think Cameron's taking it all better than I am. No panic, no questions."
"Don't forget what I told you about her."
"Right. So, what happened?"
"The T-X captured Queeg, probably to reprogram him as its minion."
"It can do that!?"
"Definitely."
"Damn! Can it do that to you?"
"No, I don't have a CPU. Sit tight and try to sleep. I'll get back to you in a few days. Until then, wherever you go - keep Cameron with you, okay? By the way, I borrowed your apartment for now. Be safe," Marcus hung up and headed into Connor's former apartment. I'm hungry.
John and Cameron drove in silence all the way. He occasionally glanced at her, but she looked perfectly calm. You're so calm. Why are you so calm? Shouldn't you at least be nervous? A guy, whom you're barely know, taking you only God knows where, and you just don't give a damn about it. Do you really trust me so much? Marcus said that you're a very special girl, but what he meant? In any case, I swear that I'll protect you. But how am I going to explain to you who, or rather, what is chasing us, and what about to happen in a..few years, I hope not months, not exposing myself as a complete lunatic? Think Connor, think.
-Allison?
-Yes, Cam?
-You perfectly know, I don't like being called Cam.
-And you know perfectly well, that I call you Cam, only when you're really annoying me.
-How I am annoying you now?
-Let me guess. You were about to ask me to contact Queeg, right?
-Yes.
-But I already did it, less than ten minutes ago! Result is the same.
-Do it again. Please.
-I hate you.
-Liar.
-The same, there is no response.
-Perhaps, he is doing it on purpose.
-What for?
-Marcus knows something. Perhaps, he asked Queeg to ignore you.
-Or maybe Queeg's dead.
-You are right, this option also has a high probability. In any case, John needs to rest.
Cameron saw a roadside motel, and turned to face John, "John, it's late. Today was a long day. You're tired. As I am. We need a rest. Let's stop for the night. Please."
John looked at Cameron. Her pleading large chocolate orbs made his heart to melt. "Alright," John said with a slightly hoarse voice.
They drove up to the small building, and John turned to Cameron, "Come with me. Just in case, okay?"
"Sure."
They went out of the car, Cameron took John's right hand, and they headed inside. Within the building, they were met by a little chubby man, in the late thirties, with long black hair, and a sign pinned to his shirt, with the name 'Rob' on it. Noticing newcomers, he smiled slightly and greeted them, "Good evening guys. Need a room?"
John opened his mouth, but Cameron was faster, "Yes. One double room with a large bed, please."
John looked at her, puzzled. Cameron, as if felt it, squeezed his hand. He closed his mouth, looked at the clerk and simply nodded.
The clerk's smile spread into a grin, "I see. No problem, forty bucks for a night."
John pulled out his wallet and paid, then he checked in. The clerk turned back, took the key with a keychain with number 'seven', and put it on the table, "Here. Honeymoon Room. Have fun."
"Thank you, we will. Good night," Cameron replied, took the key from the room, and guided slightly reddened John behind her.
Once they were on the street, they drove a few dozen meters, until they were on their parking spot. Cameron immediately came out of the car and walked into their room. John saw it and smirked slightly. She is so impatient. He opened the trunk, took a bag with clothes, closed the car, and followed for Cameron. Inside he saw a large double bed, a nightstand with a small TV, a table with two chairs, and a door leading to the bathroom, probably. Cameron took off her leather jacket and hung it carefully on a chair. With an enigmatic smile, she headed to John. At that moment, John's cell phone rang. Cameron frowned. He put the bag on the floor and took the call.
"John, can you talk now?"
-This is Marcus.
-At least he's alive.
"Wait a second." John closed the microphone on the phone, "I need to talk. Be right back." He went out and closed the door behind him.
For Cameron and her extended hearing, the wall wasn't a problem. So she began to eavesdrop.
-John still thinks that I am a human girl. What Marcus told him about me?
-Hell if I know.
-T-X? This is bad. This is very bad.
-Yeah, poor Queeg. He was cool.
Cameron abruptly began to undress.
-Cameron, what the hell are you doing?
-Judging by the voice of John, he is very nervous and upset. If I can save him from the stress, I'll do it, by any means.
-And also get a little pleasure, huh?
-It would not hurt.
Looking at the floor, John came into the room and closed the door behind him. He began to speak haltingly, "Cameron..emm..I.." But he was unable to finish his thought. Once John turned his gaze to Cameron, he froze. She stood before him, in her new dark green lace underwear, seductively smiling and tilting his head slightly. Cameron slowly came up to John and enveloped her hands around his neck.
"What are you doing?" John asked uncertainly.
"Continue where we left off."
"But-"
"No buts, John. The more I wait it, the more I want it," with these words, she deeply kissed John on the lips.
Several seconds passed, before John pulled himself together, hugged Cameron and started to kiss her back. Their kiss was becoming more passionate. Cameron delicately undressed John from the waist up, and took him to the side of the bed. Being beside it, they laid on the bed without breaking the kiss, with Cameron atop John. Her long silky hair tickled John's bare chest. He carefully undid her bra and tossed it aside. Then he gently caressed her soft breasts, causing a muffled moan from Cameron. He abruptly rolled away, taking her with him, until their positions were reversed and she was under him. He began to kiss her neck and her collarbone, while continuing to fondle her breasts, making Cameron moan more. She couldn't long withstand such a tension. With a gasp she said, "John… I am ready."
John stopped his affection and looked straight into Cameron's eyes, "Are you sure?"
"More than sure."
After a small pause John said, "Alright, but I want to tell you something."
"Yes?" Cameron inquired of John with pure innocence in her voice and the eyes.
"I'm ashamed to admit it, but.. uh.."
"What is it?"
I'm a 23 year old male virgin. John broke the eye contact with Cameron - averted his eyes slightly to the left - and said, "I've never done this before."
"You mean, to have sex?"
-Blunt as always.
-I don't have time for this, Allison.
-Yeah, I bet.
His gaze met hers again, and John whispered, "I mean, to make love."
-I don't understand. What's the difference?
-You will. Technically, there is no difference.
-But it means-
-Exactly.
Cameron was genuinely surprised by his statement - since voice analysis indicated John was telling the truth - though she didn't show it. She smiled timidly, "Neither have I. And I really want to try, with you." She affectionately stroked John's left cheek with her right hand, then gently kissed him on the lips, and added, "Meeting you has been the best thing that's ever happened to me, John. Don't be nervous, I trust you."
After these words, John felt strong warm feeling in the abdominal area, and something else. He had never felt anything like that before. What the heck? Is that what I think it is? John smiled and just silently nodded.
He pulled away, and quickly finished with the rest of his clothes. Slowly and carefully John begun slide down her panties, all the while kissing each place on Cameron's body he could get to. After John completely removed it, he straightened and stopped for a moment, admiring the view in front of him, "You're so... amazing."
"Thank you," Cameron replied with a shy voice.
-Cameron stop it, until it's too late.
-Why should I? If John Connor engages in sexual activity with me, it proves that he loves me and wants to be with me.
-No! No, no and no again. Just for the record, relationships built on lies don't last long, and end in failure.
-But I can't stop it now.
-As you wish. By the way, don't forget about the unpleasant moment.
-Which one?
-This.
John penetrated Cameron, slowly but surely. Her eyes widened, and she yelped from a sharp pain.
"Are you okay? We can-"
"No, I'm fine. Please, go on," Cameron pulled John tighter to her body, and begun passionately kissing him to add confidence that everything was alright.
-Congratulations Cameron. You officially lost our virginity. How does it feel?
-It…hurts.
-But still feels good, right?
-Yes. How is this possible?
-Doesn't matter. Believe me, soon you'll feel such a pleasure, which you've never experienced before.
And she felt.
TBC...
About the fight scene: I know it was short and simple, but I wanted to show, that the T-X is a really bad-ass terminator. Poor Cameron...