*** So, I couldn't figure out for the longest time why I was having trouble writing, and then I realized I wasn't happy with how the original Chapter 9 went, so here's the updated version****

"So they're pretending to have emotions now?" Sarah demanded while driving down a deserted street.

John glanced at the time on the dashboard; it was 3:45 in the morning. "They could be lying, but what reason do they have?" John asked, feeling slightly awkward talking about them in front of them.

"Plenty, are you even sure that that is Cameron? That it's not John Henry trying to parade as your body guard?"

John could understand his mother's wariness of Terminators, naturally, but her blatant mistrust of Cameron, and his ability to tell whether or not she was a threat to him, was a little old. "It's Cameron," he said confidently.

"Right, well, I've never heard of Dynamic Industries, but we should be able to find them, James and I have been gathering information on all the major companies that could possibly have a tie to AI technology," she said, turning down a dirt road.

"That's a pretty long list—wait, James Ellison?" he asked incredulously.

Her jaw tightened just a smidge, "we realized soon after you left that we had a common… interest."

"James is with you?" Catherine asked, "Did he pick up Savannah?"

"Yeah, she's there too," Sarah said, pulling up to a two-story house, surrounded by trees.

"Is this the Safehouse?" John asked.

"We bought it two weeks ago, James apparently had saved up quite a bit for a rainy day, and we figured it was about to pour. Everybody out," she said, "Cameron, you're downstairs in the basement, along with the Turk—John Henry— you know, I should just start calling you Thing One and Thing Two."

As soon as they entered the door Catherine insisted upon seeing Savannah, some maternal program surfacing from some unknown place. Sarah followed the terminator up the stars whispering loud death threats if she woke the girl.

Cameron and John looked around downstairs for a bit. Everything seemed pretty standard, a living room, kitchen, and dinning room. Except every room had a small cache of weapons hidden away in cupboards, underneath a table, and in a compartment of the refrigerator.

"At least they're prepared," John remarked.

Cameron opened a door John had assumed was a closet. "There is a basement," she said, and then stepped down the stairs.

John followed her curiously.

When they reached the bottom they found two things: the Turk, which was now the John Henry, and Cameron—or her body at least.

Cameron, eager to see what repairs were needed went to the basement. John hesitated, and then descended the stairs after Cameron. Downstairs, John found something quite surprising: Cameron's body was almost healed. The only thing superficially wrong was her missing eye.

"Our skin can still grow, even without our chips present," Cameron explained, "but I will not be able to catalogue the internal damages until I am moved back."

"Maybe we should get you… a new eye first." John suggested, staring at her eerily lifeless red eye.

Cameron quickly turned away from John, and when she turned back Cromartie was missing an eye, and her body had one chocolate brown eye, and one light blue one. "Heterochromia iridium," she said, "Having two eye colors."

John blinked. "Umm, yeah… okay."

"Now will you move me?" Cameron asked.

John looked up the stairs, then back at Cameron/now one-eyed Cromartie. He nodded. "Right."

Cameron sat next to her body while John retrieved a scalpel and cut around the chip access site. He then opened the site on Cromartie's body. As quickly and delicately as possible, he removed the chip from Cromartie and placed it back in Cameron. He closed the cap on the chip, and smoothed her scalp back over her head, waiting for her to come back online, hoping that there was nothing so wrong that she couldn't.

After an agonizing 30 seconds, she started to reboot. He stared into her eyes until he saw life return to them. He decided that he liked her new eyes, it made her less Alison and more… Cameron.

He smiled, "Welcome back."

"I am operating at 79%. We should start on repairs straight away." She said methodically; then smirked, "It is good to be back."

John took a step back, he was ready to start, but there was something he had to ask. He walked over to the stairs and sat down. "First, tell me why you suddenly feel guilty when around my mom?"

He saw a flicker of what could have been panic cross her face before it went blank. "I do not know what you are talking about."

"Don't lie to me." He said angrily, he hated it when she lied. "I've seen the look on your face before, when we talked about Alison, I saw it tonight when you saw my mom."

Cameron paused. "John, do you trust me?"

That question took him aback. "I don't know why I should, you're a machine, made to kill people, and you've already told me that you lie."

"Do you trust me?" she persisted.

"Yes," he answered finally.

"Someday I will tell you about why you saw me portray the physical signs of the emotion you know as guilt, but not today. Right now it is best you not know. Trust me."

"You still haven't given me much reason why I should," he said sourly. He didn't like being kept in the dark.

Cameron stared at him from across the room, "Because I love you, John."