A/N – Well I guess I am officially out of the dry spell now. Can't say much for the next chapter though, I still have to find a way to write it so that people like it. This chapter I have dedicated mostly for a little Jameron action… it's been a while that they haven't had the chance to have a moment together… so the first part of this chapter is basically all Jameron. I would once again like to thank all that reviewed the story, gypsy069, The1Russter (taking my reviews and using them back at me… Lol nice dude), Luke777 (that might be happening in a future chapter :-D), kaotic2, XxDeathStarxX, olischulu (a bit of Jameron since you have asked for it for so long), Steel Dragon 64, and last, but never least, Nyrki. I hope you all like this next chapter. As I said, I've had this idea in my head for a while, but now I'm going for it. Let me know what you all think :-D All kinds of reviews are always welcome… without future ado; I give you, Chapter 25…

John awoke the next morning to find the very familiar feeling of warmth next to him. He slowly opened his eyes, quickly made out the form of his beloved protector, Cameron, as she lay in her stand-by mode, silently regenerating after her more than strenuous fight. He had always found comfort in watching her sleep, she looked so peaceful, lying there, completely vulnerable. He slowly raised his hand and softly brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face. He smiled to himself when he heard her coming back online as she reached out and grabbed his hand before she even opened her eyes, small movements like that made him proud to be the man that he was becoming. She would look for him even in times when she couldn't see or hear him, always looking for one thing… him.

John leaned in and gingerly placed a soft kiss upon her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, eventually locking onto his. Cameron reached her arm under his torso and gently pulled him closer to her as he took in her beautiful scent. John had never actually been in love before, but everyone is always complaining about how love comes and goes, people just get tired of one another… What the fuck were they thinking? Maybe they didn't have someone as special as Cameron, but this was something he wished he would always wake up to, this was something that he would never get tired of doing.

"Good morning John, sleep well?"

"As well as can be expected with you next to me, and I don't think we really got much sleep last night anyway."

Cameron giggled a little as she began to make her way out of the bed. She sat on the edge and began putting on her clothing, which was lying in a mount at the foot of the bed. John folded his arms and placed his hands behind his head as he relaxed while watching Cameron putting on her clothing, an insult to her he would have to say. He would love nothing more than for her to roam around in nothing on at all, but that wouldn't be fair for the other occupants of the complex. He was sure that not everyone shared his view on how beautiful she really was.

After Cameron was finished putting on her clothes, she turned around and smiled at John.

"You know that you are going to have to get out of bed eventually. We have to find out what Weaver found out at the base before we destroyed it."

"Yea I know, and we have to continue to dig deeper into what was on the chip. I know, but damnit Cameron, can't we just have a few more minutes of normalcy before we get back into a world where Skynet is a constant threat?"

Cameron made her way back onto the bed as she crawled seductively on top of John and slowly sat on his lap. She placed a lock of hair behind her ear as she leaned in and gave John a short, but passionate kiss. She then leaned next to his ear. "Skynet is all around us no matter what you may think John." She then placed a kiss on his neck and got out of bed, leaving John in a desperate need of a very, very, cold shower.

"Damnit Cameron, now you see that's just not fair, using your feminine wiles to get me out of bed… damnit, what the hell is this world coming to, that the 'savior of all mankind' can't even spend an extra 5 minutes in bed. Feels like I'm a damn kid again trying to sleep in that extra five minutes before mom started yelling that I'm going to be late for school. That's so unfair Cameron."

John got out of bed and made a beeline straight for the bathroom while he continually mumbled something about Cameron being unfair and he is being mistreated. Cameron waited until he closed the door to burst out in a gigantic whole hearted smile. She reached over to their desk and quickly wrote a note and left it on his underwear and swiftly made her way out of the room and towards the kitchen. She was going to make him one hell of a breakfast.

John looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. At this moment, he really couldn't be happier, but then he also remembered that once he left the confines of their bedroom, that life was going to happened again, that he would have to go back to being 'The General'. He finished splashing water in his face and proceeded to brush his teeth, and then get into the shower.

John had finished his morning ritual and promptly went to gather his clothing when he found a note written in the perfect cursive handwriting of Cameron.

Dear John,

I am currently in the process of preparing you a nice breakfast. Please get dressed and join me in the kitchen when you are done.

Your loving protector and future wife,

Cameron 'Connor' Philips

John had never really gotten into the habit of calling Cameron a Connor, but seeing it written in her own handwriting had brought the hammer to the nail, crushing it downwards. He was elated with joy at the thought of her wanting to be called Cameron Connor. This morning had better not be a dream otherwise John would be really pissed off.

John finally finished getting dressed as he made his way though the winding hallways and corridors towards the kitchen, where he found Cameron hard at work making him breakfast. If he had not known where the kitchen was, he surely would have been able to find his way due to the alluring smell of pancakes and sausages in the air. It smelled fantastic, not the normal burnt smell that he was used to when his mother was cooking. There had been times where he had actually told his mother that the fire alarms weren't alarms to tell you that the meal was done, that they were there to tell you when the meal was more than done… in fact, burnt.

He made his way to the table remembered how much the slap from his mother hurt that they, but chuckled slightly at having the upper hand in that joke, which really wasn't a joke, more like a fact. John pushed the thought out of his way as it didn't matter right now, he was about to eat a fantastic breakfast, made by a fantastically beautiful woman/cyborg that he could call 'all his'.

John was sitting at the table, waiting patiently, when Derek strolled into the kitchen. His hair was a complete mess and looked as though he hadn't slept in a week or so. He made a straight line for the coffee machine, finding a fresh pot of coffee brewing, thanks to Cameron.

Derek looked over to Cameron who flashed him a small smile, and he nodded his head thankfully as he poured himself a hot cup of fresh java. He then brought the cup back to the table and sat next across from John as he began shoveling spoonful after spoonful of sugar into his cup. After about 10 spoonfuls later, John looked over to Derek with a slight smug grin on his face…

"Would you like any coffee with your sugar Derek?"

A small growl emerged from Derek's throat as he reluctantly put the spoon back down in its holder next to the sugar. The action actually allowed Cameron to smile for a second before placing a plate down in front of John, and one slowly in front of Derek. Cameron wasn't sure how Derek would go about this gesture, but she had made more than enough for a few people to join in a get a decent breakfast if they chose to. Derek slowly lifted his head from his coffee and looked at Cameron with arched eyebrows.

"You made me breakfast?"

"Well, I made John breakfast, but seeing as there was more than enough for others, I decided to make you some as well."

"You didn't poison it did you?"

With that, Cameron reached onto his plate and pulled a piece of bacon and placed it onto John's plate. The action was enough right there, if she would place the bacon on his plate, then he was sure that it wasn't poisoned.

Derek reached over to John's plate, grabbed the peice of bacon, and brought it up to his mouth, and then with another glance at Cameron, proceeded to place it in his mouth and chew it. His eyes slowly closed as the sweet juices from perfectly cooked pork filled his mouth, a slight moan escaped his throat. His eyes immediately flew open as he looked at the full-fledged smile that was now portrayed on Cameron's face. He had just given her the reaction that she had hoped for… Derek was enjoying his food.

John couldn't help but laugh at Derek's reaction to how good the food was, because he found himself doing the same thing a few seconds later. Cameron was delighted with pride as both nephew and uncle were indulging in her finely cooked breakfast.

After both men were finished with their meal, Cameron took the plates to the sink, washed them, and put them away. This was the part of the day that John feared, going back to the real world. As he slowly made his way from the table, he turned back and waited for Cameron to join him. He held his hand out, which she quickly held, slowly interlocking their fingers together as they made their way back to the basement.

Catherine Weaver and John Henry were already waiting for them, while going over a few files that Weaver had managed to obtain from the base.

"Good morning John, Cameron, we have been going over the files that Ms. Weaver had managed to find before the demolition on the base."

"What have you guys found so far?" John asked while pulling out a chair and sitting directly in front of John Henry.

"If you look on the screens behind me, you will find a prototype for an I-950 model hybrid. Half machine, half human. The skeletal structure has been reinforced with hardened coltan and makes the human much more tolerant to damage. The CPU," John Henry got up from his sitting position and moved towards one of the screens that were positioned behind him, "is an organic based device that changes the way that the neurons fire in the brain, effectively reprogramming the human brain. Unlike a reprogrammed Terminator, the human would have no knowledge that it was or is a machine. It would believe that it was still a human, which merely went to sleep for a little while."

"That's some sick shit going on right there. Cameron and I met up with one from the future; I'm sure it wasn't a prototype anymore, but it was the first of its kind to come here to the past and try to attack us. Cameron didn't have a very hard time killing it, but that one knew that it was a machine… it knew that it had a programmed mission, I'm not sure how to understand this one John Henry."

Weaver was the one to take the lead on this one, "Mr. Connor, Skynet can program the machine to know it's a machine or not. If it wants to create a nearly perfect infiltration unit, it will leave the machine without recollection of what had happened since its death and reactivation. It would create a nearly perfect infiltrator, that even it wouldn't know that it was a machine. Does that seem to make any sense to you Mr. Connor?"

John reached his hands up to his temples and began to rub them with a small bit of force. "So what you telling me, is that Skynet is now using humans to make their way into the bases, then once they are near their objective, they execute their programmed mission?"

"That is a correct assumption Mr. Connor." Weaver clearly impressed by how much the young general caught on to during her little speech.

"Well then this is no good, unless we had a magnetic force field at every opening of the base, we wouldn't know which of these machines were friends or foe, but then that defeats the purpose of having reprogrammed Terminators entering or leaving the bases. It would have to be some sort of detection device, which I'm sure that dogs would no longer work due to the actual human covering on the outside. This is getting more complicated by the minute."

Cameron made her way behind John and softly began to rub his shoulders as he melted into her hands like makeshift putty. His stress leaving him as quickly as it was brought on.

"Catherine, could you and John Henry design a type of magnetic detection device that would allow detection between models of the Terminators, not just if they are metal or not?"

"I don't see any problem with that Mr. Connor. We will get right on it."

"Ok, well we are going to get to work on what else we can find out about the chip." He turned to face Cameron and kissed one of her hands before she removed it from his shoulder. "Let's see what we can find on that damn dastardly chip."

Cameron smiled as John got up from his place, seemingly less stressed than he was a few moments before. That was a pleasant feeling for Cameron, which no matter how angry, upset, sad, or stressed that John was, she always had a way to make him feel better. He had once told her it was one of her 'gifts' that she had.

John had moved all of the reprogramming equipment back to their room so he could have some privacy from all the lurking interested eyes from the complex. As soon as they were back in the room, John proceeded to lock the door and boot up the computer. For being one of the most advanced computers (less advanced than the terminators) it still took a while to load up Windows 7.

John had made the place where he would house the computer a little more John Connor friendly. In place of the large wooden computer chair, were two leather seats, a wireless keyboard and mouse, and a very large 55 inch flat screen TV/Computer monitor, all of which made his life a little bit easier to manage. As soon as the computer booted up, he took his place in his seat, and Cameron in hers. The chip was already in the retention slot as he booted up the program that would allow him to see into the mind of the Evil TOK chip.

John increased the starting voltage to 4.8 volts in order to have maximum visualization without activating the higher level functions of the chip; he didn't want to do that again. They both watched as memories from the TOK flooded the computer screen. Some were scattered, but John had finally figured out how to sort out the files. With a series of strokes on the keyboard, he managed to find a video file that was quite disturbing to them both.

The file was of what appeared to be a human at some unknown facility, receiving information from the TOK and then standing in the middle of a platform. A blue light and ear deafening thunder emanated from the platform as the person or machine was surrounded in a sphere and disappeared into thin air.

"Cameron, that isn't what I think it is… is it?"

"It appears that the TOK was feeding information to a grey and then that grey or machine was traveling back to the future to relay the information to Skynet… or someone near as important…"

"Ok… well this isn't good…" John sat back in his chair and ran his hands though his hair. This was something his mother was not going to like…

A/N – Ok this is where I want to end the chapter. It's short… I know… bad Dragon Seraphin, ground me. But I wanted a little bit of a cliff hanger… not exactly sure where I'm going with the story anymore, but I got this idea stuck in my head and I guess I'm going to go with it. Hope you all liked the chapter… remember… please read and review :-D