Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles: Chronicles
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A/N: Thank you all for reviewing! Here I start a series of short stories, this one focusing on my favorite SCC character, Cameron. This is a lot of her thoughts on what's happened so far.
Different—Story—Romance/Family
Summary: Cameron and John have lived through the past and Judgment Day. This is their story in the future, as Cameron remembers them from the past. This takes place in the future, with some parts in the past. Cameron's POV.
A/N 2: OK, this is kind of confusing. This is Cameron years after future John sent her from the past. By this point, past and future John have basically melded, so this is future John with all of past John's memories and feelings about Cameron, but also with the kick-&& leadership skills.
Chapter 1
"You seem…different," John said as he stared at me from the back of the truck. In response, I reached into the bag of chips, popping one into my mouth.
"I am," I said, turning away and getting into the truck.
"Cameron!" My CPU rebooted at the sound of that familiar voice. "Cam!"
"Over here, John!" I shouted, throwing a piece of metal off my body.
John Connor ran over to where I lay, throwing heavy pieces of debris away from me. "Can I help you with that?" he asked sarcastically. I glared at him, tossing away the last piece and hopping up.
"Are you injured at all?" I asked him, scanning his body and locating a large cut on his right arm.
"Nope," he lied. "Cam!" I grabbed his arm and ripped off the lower part of the filthy shirt arm.
"Getting taken care of by your mother again, Connor?" Kyle Reese jogged over, grinning.
"Shut up, Reese," John growled. I poked the cut, examining it more closely for infection. "Ow!" The six other Resistance fighters laughed.
"No danger of infection," I said, releasing John's arm. "How'd that happen?"
"T-888," John said, rubbing his arm. "Got me with a razor."
"What, they carrying swords now?" Derek Reese asked, sauntering over to stand next to his brother. "Tin Miss, how come you didn't tell us about this?"
I turned to Derek. "Because I didn't know about it," I snapped. "They wiped my memory when I was reprogrammed, remember?"
"Terminators wouldn't need to use swords anyway," John said, coming to my rescue. "They've got guns." He paused to look around at the debris surrounding our latest attack. "Well, we got one section of the factory down. Cam, can you scan it for any deactivated Terminators?"
"One step ahead of you," I said, already halfway through the scan. "No. We blew them all up this time." Derek and Kyle slapped hands.
"That's not good," John said sternly.
"Why not?" Derek asked. Derek was a well-known hater of Terminators, believing that even reprogrammed ones like me couldn't be trusted.
"We need all the power we can get," John said. "A reprogrammed Terminator is worth five human soldiers."
"John's right," I said.
"Of course you'd say that," Derek muttered.
"Derek!" Kyle said in a reprimanding tone.
"And stop following me around like that," John said. "You're supposed to be my sister." I took in this information, accessing my databases in sisterly behavior. I was supposed to be his bodyguard, not his sister. But if he said it, I had to follow. Acting sisterly would be hard. Although John was younger now, I still saw pieces of future John in him, my John.
Sighing, I followed him to the metal detectors. This would be a tough day.
"I need to sleep," John complained, resting his head in his hands. "All this work is going to drive me crazy."
We were back in his study after the mission. As it was successful, we had been greeted with cheers and congratulations. I was treated as a human by most, except radicals such as Derek. Most Resistance fighters didn't even know what I was, and those that did, didn't care.
I sat perched on John's crude metal desk, flipping through maps and reports. John had been doing the same for the past three hours, and I had come in to help. He had tried to shoo me out for a few minutes, eventually giving up as I had matter-of-factly grabbed the report from his hand and finished it for him.
"Oh, right," I said sarcastically. "Because it's so hard to be the celebrated hero of the Resistance, people clinging to your every world."
"And it's so much harder to be a hero's girlfriend?" John quipped, standing up to kiss me lightly.
"Well, it is," I said as he sat down. "First thing I had to do was learn emotions. That took a few years. Then I had to learn kissing, which took…three days."
"Three days?" John asked. "You're a damn good kisser for a three day learner."
"Oh, I practiced," I said breezily.
"On who?" John said, bristling visibly.
"Kyle, Billy," I replied, placing down my reports. "And it is tough."
"Oh c'mon," John said. "Your life is so less weirder than mine."
"Not at all."
"I am the leader of the Resistance of humans against Terminators!" John exclaimed. "My job is to lead people everyday! All you have to do is fight! I have to plan, fight, explain…"
"John," I said, giving him the blank Terminator look. "I am a Terminator highly ranked in the Resistance against Terminators, dating John Connor, leader of the Resistance and well-known Terminator hater. My life is pretty fucked up."
He was silent for a moment. "We'll put it to a vote later," he muttered. I laughed, giving him a light kiss on the forehead before returning to the reports.
"He's a scary robot," I said. Charlie Dixon stared at me, fear on his face.
"Yeah?" he asked. "Well, then you're a very scary robot." I dropped the synth-bloody knife I had been cleaning and cocked my head to one side. He sighed and walked out of the garage.
"Very scary robot," I murmured to myself. I lit the chemical mixture, watching my fellow Terminator dissolve. Moving aside a cloth, I revealed the CPU from the destroyed robot. Staring at it for a moment, I grinned.
A/N 3: Good? Bad? Pretty please tell me, I love to learn and know. Please review! Thanks!
