author's note- WOOOOW what a crazy two weeks it's been! I haven't really been able to think of a good set of drabbles thanks to my addiction to Missi Marie's 120 Seconds Jameron drabbles and she's done all the cool stuff already! lol. But I finally managed to make up some original stuff. Now, before you bash me for including Riley in an obviously Jameron-centric story, I happen to be a fan of hers. John needs a taste of what a human lady is like, so he's driven right back to our Tin Miss. lol. She serves her purpose, so don't hate. Hope you like! the second one's my favorite out of them all. giggles XOXOXOX MY REVIEWERS!

Spoon-Drabble 14

John tried to keep the image of the blond haired Riley out of his mind but it was proving impossible. She just kept invading his thoughts and assaulting his thought processes. A second look confirmed he had indeed been about to eat cereal with a fork. As he went back to the drawer to fetch the proper utensil, Cameron walked in, dressed smartly enough and with her hair straight and waving down to her shoulders. All thoughts of Riley were dashed from his mind.

He held the spoon stupidly in his hand and the fork with the other, wondering what he'd originally intended to do.

"Which one are you going to use?" Cameron asked calmly from where she'd stopped several feet from him, watching his dilemma closely.

John swallowed. "Well, this one I guess." he held up the spoon and put the milky fork in the sink for later.

"Good choice. The spherical shape of the spoon's bowl will prove most affective in lifting liquids."

John rolled his eyes and went back to his breakfast, but not before wondering if there was a double meaning behind Cameron's words. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been cryptic in her answers. Or maybe he was just thinking too hard.

She joined him at the table sans cereal and simply stared as he ate. He tried to stare at the cartoon character on the cereal box but her brown eyes bore into his head like lasers.

"Do you really need to stare at me? I'm eating." He tried to sound annoyed but he couldn't quite manage it. He was in a good mood, courtesy of Riley.

"I was told not to let you out of my sight. I do not intend to."

John stopped chewing. Mom he thought with an inward groan.

"Well, whatever, but I'm going out with Riley again later and you can't come."

Cameron's eyes got slightly big. "That would be letting you out of my sight. I can't do that."

"Can't do what?" Riley danced in, a small rucksack hanging off one shoulder looking annoyingly bright eyed and bushy tailed.

"Let John out of my sight." Cameron replied after a full 4 seconds of silence.

"Oh. Mom's orders?" Riley gave John's shoulder a playful nudge. He nodded. "Yeah. She just doesn't get it."

Riley flopped into a chair. "Mom's aren't supposed to 'get' it. Then they wouldn't be moms." Cameron cocked her head to the side slightly, giving Riley a once over. Riley returned the favor out of the corners of her eyes.

"I think it's cute." she burst out, a slight grin on her face. John looked up, curious. "That your mom told your sister to babysit. It's cute. It means she loves ya!"

John smiled. Cameron switched her deadbolt gaze to him, noticeably not smiling. He finally tore his eyes from Riley's and over to hers. The smile dropped off his face.

"It's totally cool though. You can come with us. We're just going to the pier. Not really a "date" date. Go on some rides, eat cotton candy. Fun stuff."

Cameron's eyes narrowed. "Cotton Candy-?"

"-and I think we should go now and beat the crowds." John interrupted, getting up. "I'll be right back." and with that he started up the stairs. Cameron didn't hesitate and started to follow him up.

He froze. "I said I'd be right back. I need to use the bathroom." Cameron stared. "I was told not to let you out of my sight."

John felt heat rising in his cheeks as Riley came out of the kitchen, arms crossed.

"She didn't mean watching me 24/7, god. Wait here. I SWEAR I'll be right back."

Cam's lower lip pouted slightly and she fell back a step. "Thank you."

Then she started back up again. "I'll wait at the end of the hall. Leave the door open."

"NO!" John shouted, already down the hall. Riley sat at the foot of the stairs, struggling not to laugh.

"You really like to piss him off, don't ya?"

"Piss him off…No. I do not purposely intend to make him angry."

"You're one odd potato, Cam."

Cameron ran down the stairs and shoved her face inches from Riley's.

"I am NOT a freak."

Drabble 15-It Tickles

"This is pretty deep…" John murmured as he pushed a lock of hair back from her large cheek wound. The shine of her quick staple fix were apparent in the slight light bulb of the chapel.

"Yes. Down to my endoskeleton. But it will heal." she answered in a stilted voice as he ran a gentle finger over the cut and tugging at the staples lightly.

'Well, those have to come out. Can't have it heal with staples in there." John's voice was raspy, most likely from fatigue after the stress of the day. "I can do it." she offered. He shook his head. "I got it."

Just as he'd gotten a good grip on the first staple, Sarah came up behind him.

"John, you should rest. Your ribs need to heal and you're probably so tired…" she said quietly. Cameron stared at her.

"Mom, I need to do this. She's no use to us mangled." Cameron's eyes switched to John's as he turned back to her. The trust and affection there totally nullified the cold intentions of his words. He hadn't meant them like that. Her metal heart beat a bit more efficiently.

Sarah walked off holding her arm. Derek was no where to be found. They were alone.

"Geez, you're a mess." John pulled a piece of debris from her knotted and blood-matted hair. "Maybe you should take a shower first, before I dress this."

"I should." Cameron didn't move.

"Yeah…"

"Do I need to?"

John furrowed his brow in confusion. "…yes?"

She immediately got up and started pulling her jacket off on the way to the bathroom.

"Oh." she stopped at the door and turned.

John's green eyes stared into hers.

"Your hair. It was a good idea to cut it." And with that, she went inside the bathroom and shut the door. John faintly heard her clothes hitting the tiled floor and the water starting. He smiled weakly and sat back in one of the folding chairs, closing his eyes, if only for a moment. Trying to wrap his head around the day.

Not long after, Cameron re-emerged in her same ratty clothes, hair hanging in wet clumps around her face. It was clean now, and the cut already looked nice and pink. But John was asleep in the chair, head tilted forward slightly, a hand protectively thrown over his injured ribs.

"John." Cameron said softly, stepping nearer to him. "John?" she swiped a hand across his cheek in a loving caress, assessing his vitals. BP normal, slightly elevated levels of adrenaline, but nothing to worry about. His heart rate was conducive to a deep, gentle sleep.

She gently pushed him over and propped his head up with a wad of blankets, then covering him with one. She stroked his cheek again, this time for reasons rather more complicated then the first.

"You can't fix me anyway." she said quietly, running her fingers through his newly cropped hair. The bristles registered on her nervous system array, but not as damage.

This was a new feeling. Something she hadn't thought her programs could detect.

It tickled.