Wow, so much comments!!! Thank you, guys!!! You're great!!! I'm glad that you're pleased with the way I write and describe the characters. That's something, I was worried about, and I promise, I stick with it, Max Doe. ;) Also, I would never rush the story, because I don't like that kind of stories myself.

Und melborousse, wenn du mit "hier" dein Nachbarland Österreich meinst, liegst du richtig. lol Danke für dein Lob, bezüglich meines Englischs. Hm, das ist das erste Mal, dass ich hier auf Deutsch schreibe...ungewohnt. *g*

Well, now you'll find out, what Cameron is going to tell John...

...kept

John was lying in his bed wide awake and looked up at the ceiling, then at his clock and back at the ceiling. It was late, but not late enough yet to go downstairs, where Cameron was waiting for him. He was absolutely sure about what she would tell him, because John had always knew that Cameron was more than just a machine. There had been signs. Like the one when he had caught her singing. A mchine didn't sing for fun. Or when he had asked her why she danced ballet and not HipHop for example, and Cameron had answered that ballet was more beautiful. A machine didn't know beauty. Or when she had told him that she loved him. A machine didn't love.

He looked at the clock again. It was time to go. John surpressed a childish grin, while he left his room, silently making his way into the dark living room.

Cameron was sitting on the couch, on which he sat down beside her. "Hey."

She looked at him and John finally saw a face full of emotions. Unfakeable emotions. "You know it, don't you?"

"What do I know?" He wanted it to hear from her.

"That I feel."

Suddenly Cameron felt a lot better and calmer, now that she had said it out loud.

"You believe me, John, right?" She asked. "You believe me?"

"Yes, I do believe you."

John was speechless when Cameron threw her arms around him. She really hugged him and whispered into his ear, "Thank you."

"No problem." He smiled and hugged her back. "I always knew it."

After some seconds John shoved her away a little bit. "But have you been able to feel since we met?"

"No, just since..."

"Since?"

Cameron didn't know how much exactly she should tell him. Sarah had made her feel, but could she talk about this with her son?

"Since?" John urged her.

"Since I have feelings for someone."

John couldn't have been more shocked, if she had slapped him. He knew she could feel, but not for a person.

"I don't even understand it myself."

"Who is it you have feelings for?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because you'd hate me, if I tell you."

John almost had to laugh. "You tried to kill me and I don't hate you. So why should I now?"

"I am sorry."

"Cameron, I know you are." He smiled at her. "And I forgive you."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, you're welcome." Waving his hand, John shifted on the couch. "Now tell me for whom do you have feelings. You promised to tell me everything, remember?"

He had nailed her down, and Cameron surrendered. "I have feelings for Sarah Connor. Please, don't hate me, John."

"Sarah Connor?" He stared at her, more than shocked, much more than just shocked. "Like my mother Sarah Connor? YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH MY MOM!?"

"John!" She whispered in a hoarse voice. "Be quiet!"

"You're in love with my mom!?" He repeated. "With my mom!?"

Cameron didn't know what to do or to say, so she nodded. At the same time she felt something strange, but wondeful inside her when she thought about the word. The special word. Love.

"John, are you okay?"

"I... Give me a moment to...to assimilate this information."

"I knew you'd hate me."

"No." John immediately reassured her. "I don't hate you. It's just...weird. I mean, how many teenagers can say that a terminator is in love with their mom?"

"I don't know."

"That was a rethorical question, Cameron."

"Oh, sorry."

John sighed. "Well, at least I know now why you're so desperately trying to make my mom like you, but not my uncle."

"I hate Derek."

"Hm, I realized." He smiled weakly. "It must hurt you that she treats you like that."

"Yes, it does indeed, but I can understand it."

John watched how Cameron let her head hang and he felt sorry for her. To love a person who hates you was one of the worst thing that could happen to you.

To love a person? A person that was his own mother, loved by his protector Cameron. He still had to reconcile with the whole situation, but he wouldn't blame anyone.

"Maybe I can help you." John even afforded, although he had no idea how to do that. "I could talk to my mom."

"No!" Cameron said a little bit too aggressive. "Don't talk to her."

"Why not? Don't worry, I don't plan to tell her everything, just that she should be nicer to you."

"Please, John, don't." She almost begged him. "It wouldn't help me. I'm sure it would make things worse."

"Worse?"

"Yes, because if she's nice to me, my feelings might grow stronger, but if she treats me bad they might stop."

"That's a stupid logic."

"Promise me that you won't talk to her, John." Cameron had never looked so intensively. "I promised you to tell you everything, and I did. Now you promise me to say nothing."

"Fine. I promise you."

"Thank you."

"I hope you know what you're doing."