Author's note: Finally done

Author's note: Finally done! I'm having quite a lot of trouble with this chapter, as I try to balance between the characters' attitude in the show as well as to portray my idea and vision of them. So if I'm not doing a good job, I'm so sorry! This is a pretty long chapter. Just tell me your thoughts and comments okay? REVIEW!!

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Chapter 11: We'll see…

John pulled to a stop outside the house. Carter got out of the jeep carrying the shopping bags, glancing around before heading to the house. John smiled at Cameron before they got out as well, following Carter's lead, going into the house. The moment John stepped in, he was grabbed roughly the shoulders.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Sarah's voice rang loudly in his ears as she shook him.

"I'm fine mom!" John assured. Sarah looked at him from head to toe, turning him here and there; making sure her son isn't lying. "Really mom, I'm fine. And this time, it's not me having something I not want to talk about okay?" John said, slightly annoyed.

Sarah sighed when she is certain John is fine. She looked behind John at one glance and she marched past him and before John could stop her, she slapped Cameron across the face so hard that Cameron tilted her head over. Cameron barely flinched, but John knew the way she looked at Sarah when she faced her that Cameron was hurt. Sarah glared so ferociously at Cameron that even Derek stood by the side to watch the 'show', satisfied that finally 'tin miss' is getting what Derek had always thought she deserved.

"MOM!" John barked, pushing Sarah aside as he stood in the middle of the two.

"You promised me John would be safe didn't you?" Sarah growled.

"I am, mom!" John said matter-of-a-factly.

"John is very safe," Carter decided to join in the little argument which he didn't know the cause of it since from his observations, John Connor seemed unharmed to the extend to not 'even losing a hair' or so the humans will put it.

"Shut up. No one asked for your opinion," Derek hissed.

"No one asked for yours," Carter frowned.

"She almost got you killed AGAIN John. It isn't the first time she miscalculate where is a safe place for you to be at and where isn't," Sarah spat.

"Mom! She did her best and she isn't a fortune teller nor is she physcic!" John scowled.

"I apologise, Sarah…" Cameron said bluntly, brushing past John and Carter as she walked briskly to her room and shutting the door. John glared at Sarah and Derek "Happy now?" before walking into the corridor.

Sarah watched as her son walked to Cameron's room, stopping outside her closed door. He knocked a few times before Cameron gave in consent to enter and John did, disappearing from Sarah's view. Sarah collapsed on the sofa, thinking if she was being over protective while Carter watched her.

Derek announced he was going out before he snatched his coat from the chair, leaving.

John walked to Cameron who was sitting on the tip on the bed. She was staring at nothing in particular but the carpeted floor, hands by her side. John sat by Cameron, observing her for a short period of time before noticing the reddish mark on her cheek where Sarah had ran her slap across. John reached out, fingering her reddish cheek gently before Cameron faced him with a blank look.

"Did I do something wrong again?" Cameron asked, frowning. John smiled, shaking his head.

"No." He assured. He sworn he saw Cameron letting a relieved look but it vanished before he could take a closer look. John glanced at her wounds, one on the forehead, one on her collarbone and tons of them on her back. "Come on, I'll help you with your wounds," John offered.

Cameron considered his offer for a while then she looked up and faced John, "no. I'll do it by myself," Cameron stood up, walking past him, to the windows. "You should finish up your homework, then I'll call you if I require any assistance,"

John frowned, not understanding why Cameron rejected his offer. Was she mad at him for not being able to defend her from getting a tight slap from Sarah? He really wondered but he didn't want to pester Cameron for an answer. Instead, he stood and left.

He went to his room, nodding to Carter who was walking around in the hall by himself. John assumed Derek must have gone out, but he doubt his mom would go out leaving him with two machines after what they'd proved to her.

John sat at his table, taking out his math assignments, two hours passed and he was still at the same assignment. In fact, he was still at the third question. John started scribbling unnecessarily on his notebook as he thought about Cameron's weird behaviour. She'd never rejected him before. Not in any case, unless it was to save his life.

John just can't guess what's happening in his protector's computer chip brain…He dumped his pencil down, glancing at what he wrote: What is going on Cameron?

John stared at his scribbling for a long time before scraped it off. John stood up; deciding all he'd had to do is ask? I mean, how hard can it be to ask his protector 'what's up'? She wouldn't hurt him, right? John nodded to himself as he left his bedroom and headed for Cameron's.

John realized the light was switched on in her room and the door wasn't properly closed, letting some light seep out of the small opening. John walked over curiously, peeking through the hole. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Cameron, half naked, not even having her bra on… but she had her left arm over her breast, holding her right shoulder as she looked over her back at her gunshots holes on it.

John's eyes trailed along her back (making do with the small gap he had to observe the situation), to Carter, who was sitting behind her, holding a plier, pulling out flattened bullets and dumping them into the bin. He was sitting on her bed with one of his legs crossed on her bed and one on the floor, concentrating on removing the dozens of bullets.

"You seem badly damaged," Carter commented, dropping a bullet into the basket.

"Not that bad. It'll heal quickly," Cameron said casually, turning back, not facing Carter anymore. "Thank you…"

"You're welcome," Carter replied. John stood there, rooted to one spot and was about to leave with hurt carved into his heart, and somewhat jealousy when Carter asked, "why not request for John's help?"

Cameron was silent for a moment as not just Carter awaits her response but John as well. "He's busy. I don't want to trouble him. He's suffering from immense stress from how Sarah reacted this afternoon."

"You're lying," Carter stated flatly.

"You wouldn't know if I am,"

"I do not need genetics, I based on what General Connor told me,"

Cameron chuckled softly at her own stupidity "I forgot, he used to pour out to you a lot,"

"Only before I was caught again, but he also does that to you,"

"Sometimes," Cameron went into a daze.

"Is that so? My observations beg a differ," Carter raised an inquiring eyebrow as he glanced up at Cameron's back view and removed another bullet.

"He was lonely," Cameron stated blankly.

"He wasn't that desperate. It was a choice, his choice," Carter countered. Cameron chuckled again.

"What's he told you?" Cameron asked, not sounding as enthusiastic as her question is supposed to be.

"He'd not attend the General Update Meeting if you called for him, if you needed him," Carter replied, removing the 6th and last bullet. John smiled at future him for being so romantic towards her.

Cameron chuckled mockingly, "You'd think."

"It's true. My sensors indicate he's not lying."

"He's not then," Cameron picked up her bra and wore it. Before she turned to face Carter, picking up her shirt. "He's not the same anymore."

"Not yet," Carter countered. Cameron smiled at him

"We'll see," Cameron wore her shirt, sitting back on her bed. Carter smirked, watching her as she stared out of the window. John silently reversed, leaning against the door frame, careful not to touch the door. He exhaled through his mouth as his lips parted. John slid down the door frame, onto the floor when he heard the main door creak open, representing Derek Reese's return.

John stood up, turning to his room when he saw Cameron standing so close to him, obviously coming out from her room. John jolted upright. Cameron had no obvious expression that betrayed any of her thoughts, if she had any. She just stood there looking into John's eyes. He looked away from her cameral eyes, gulping…

To be continued……

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