Thanks to those who used up a few minutes of their life to review!
Pointzip73: Ouch, if you ** your teacher, all I can say is good luck pal… I'm glad you love those scenes, I took quite sometime of prepare it and is quite sad all those scenes did was ** some people…But yeah, everyone have their own stuffs. Thanks!
vfergus: I 'm glad that scene, which I was hesitant if it were too cheesy, worked out at last! And yes, that was another leap of Cameron's humanity! Thanks so much! YAY! I'm glad you like Ryan! He earn a kiss huh? *wags eyebrow at vfergus* and don't worry here John comes, making him more idiotic then every!
Sigma: Yay! Another success! Yeah, I figured out for Cameron to be human, she have to learn to value them first. Thanks!
virgo4rmga (Reviewing chapter 23/24): I don't advise you to skip as things progress as it is. But you can read them and rest assured, I hate John being a douchebag too, so he and Riley scenes are not elaborated and short. Please read them, I need you to know all the details to understand the feelings of the characters later on…but if you really can't stand it, I understand and it's alright. Just ask me if you have an queries. Yes, you'd review when something big happens and I'm hoping you'll review this chapter at least. And please tell me your opinion on Cameron/Ryan…thanks a lot for reading and reviewing!
Shaty: Yes, you're very right. Her humanity is a gift and a curse. She can't protect John very well now with her flesh blood and pain and her feelings are in the way. Though at least she can love John now…You don't like Ryan being bold on Cameron but that's how he is and somewhat becoming likeable to other readers. I hope you'll come to like him after a big chapter which is (I think) chapter 26 or 27. Thanks!
zahnfan23: Thanks so much!
Starman800: Thanks and I'm glad you finally understand that I always make my readers wait but initially they'll get their answer. I think that's somewhat what Josh Friedman is doing to the show. Leaving us hanging but feeding the answer initially. Though I think he has too much fillers which the people hate…I hope they get a third season. Keep anticipating! It'll come, I promise you!
jen88: Girl, calm down. Have not seen John in a while? It's just one chapter…I think you're John-sick. But you'll hate him after you read this chapter!
Wise Old Owl: Thank you so much!
King Steve: Hi, I know you're a Jameron fan and if you have read some of my review reply to my reviewers, you'd know I am the kind of writers which made hell for the characters but pulls them out somehow after. (something like what JF is doing, only he has too many spilers and mine has too many drags…) And don't concentrate on Cyan so hard that you missed Ryan's point in being here. He's here and he's teaching Cameron the lessons on human John is missing out because of Jiley.
Yes, 'his' life means John…I am honestly (but not offensively) sick of Cameron always being the one desperate for John to come back to her and tries all ways and means (even killing Riley) to have John back. That's making her seem like a b***h. So my Cameron would be more subtle and love John in silence. I want to make John suffer in my story. Enough of Cameron suffering on TV and on fanfictions too.
Yay! You like the baby scene too! And yes, I like things that human normally meet up in real life and tries to apply them to Cameron. Thanks so reviewing!
Jeremy Shane : Thanks so much!
WARNING: Romance and Sexual Arousing content, if you are underage please do not view the content and skip this chapter…don't worry you won't lose out, you'll get a slight background in the next chapter…
Don't mistake this for a 'sexual' open story now; it's only for this chapter in FITB.
Chapter 25: 2 Kinds of Love
John opens the door slowly. Although he didn't sneak out, he didn't want to have an argument with Sarah, Derek, Ryan or worse, Cameron. John tried to act normal as he slipped into the house, closing the door behind him. He had been gone the entire night, spending time with, none other than, Riley.
He couldn't help but feel for this girl. Maybe because she's something different from his world and he wanted to try it or maybe it's just love. John's mind kept spinning as he stood by the door, thoughts flashing back to last night…
FLASHBACK: (*)
The night was young and John and Riley were sitting in the stolen SUV after a whole crazy day, at the restaurant, park, beach, shopping mall and they even sneaked into the pub thanks to John's sharp mind and experience, having sneaked around a lot to rob or do crime when he was 13.
John leaned his head back on the headrest. In their crazy time, John had stolen the SUV, without Riley's knowledge. He couldn't bear to make her walk such a long distance.
He glanced at Riley, who was gazing admiringly at him. He grinned, turning his head to face Riley. They stared at each other for a moment before Riley spoke.
"Who are you, John? You are such an expert in sneaking around and tricking people. Not to mention being very charismatic while doing so," Riley added the last with a grin.
John chuckled then shrugged, "I don't know either. But I learn sneaking around real good at about 13 when I was with my foster parents," He explained, staring out of the windshield and into the lighted city.
"What happened to your mom?" Riley asked, frowning.
"She was in a mental hospital," John replied.
"That explains things. I guess Cameron was with you?"
"No, she's still with my Dad," John lied, shifting uncomfortably talking about the subject he absolutely loath to talk about: his family, "But my mom was engaged once there's this great guy, didn't work out but kind of the only friend we had. A little while ago he helped us with something. There was an accident and his wife died, and he left. That's what happens; I shouldn't be around people,"
"Is that why you're always, y'know, so uptight?" Riley asked softly.
John chuckled, but only for a short while, "That's a different thing altogether,"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
John considered her offer, "Sometimes yes, mostly no," John shook his head.
"But sometimes yes," Riley leaned in. John reacted, shifting back in his seat, getting very uncomfortable, he was about to push Riley away with his raised left hand when he felt Riley's lips brushed against his. His left hand descended and rested on her shoulder.
They stood in the garage, only the two of them. The soft moonlight shining through the open door. He was so close to her now. Slowly, John pulled her into a gentle kiss. He felt his lips brush against her soft ones for a moment, before their lips pressed together firmly.
John, caught up in his memories, pushed at Riley, lips pressed against hers.
He snaked his way into her mouth, feeling her inner depths for the first time, tasting her cherry lip gloss.
He softly nibbled her bottom lips, tasting thick red lipstick of a bland gel sensation. John hesitated as his tongue tingled, not in excitement but with a sense of shock, something close to disappointment. However, John held his ground. He didn't push Riley away, he proceeded with the kiss; he didn't expect to push away the memory but he could create a new one, just as memorable to replace the last one.
However, the memory involuntarily snaked its way into his mind and took control.
With John taking the initiative, he snaked his way into her mouth. John can feel that she was hesitant at first, as if she was waiting for him.
Riley pushed her way into him. John's frown deepened as Riley's tongue 'invaded' him. This isn't what you want! His mind screamed as he felt Riley's tongue twirled around his, sucking him in. He could feel her hand pressing on his neck, hard, but not hurting. John felt panic rise to his throat as the kiss went out of hand.
Tasting her cherry lip gloss in his tongue...
Riley started to close in, physically as she rose in her seat…
She was hesitant at first, as if she was waiting for him.
John felt himself losing control of his mind and the kiss. It was not going how he remembered and loved it to go; loving it to the extend of always coming back wanting more… this isn't what you want! His mind savage cries sank as a new thought arise…RILEY ISN'T HER!
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"Finally back huh?" A sarcastic statement interrupted his thoughts. John turned reactively and swiftly, almost diving to the umbrella stand where the rifle sat, stopping only to see Ryan leaning on the frame of the wall, arms crossed.
John scowled deeply at him, turning to head up the stairs when Ryan interrupted him again.
"She's hurt,"
John spun around, eyes flashing in shock, anger and confusion all at the same time. How is she hurt? Who dare attack her?! Is she alright?
But he kept his cool, "She alright?" He tried to sound casual but it came out tight and restrained.
"She's resting," Ryan replied, a little of his hatred for this John fading as at least he showed a little concern for his charge. Although John did quite a fair job in preventing his voice to come out panic-stricken, like how he's feeling, Ryan was good at reading expressions, "She was hurt yesterday…"
"By what?" John asked, trying to sound casual and uninterested, succeeding this time but Ryan saw through this as well.
He looked amused by the amount of effort John put in, "A terminator, splinter to her abdomen,"
There it goes. That set John off. A splinter in her abdomen?! With her new state can she withstand so much pain and the blood loss—John interrupted his own mental questions, "Is she alright? Did she get an anesthesia?"
"I told you she's resting," Ryan snapped, annoyed at the future Leader of Mankind's neglect in grasping important information the moment he's given them.
John lost his mind, unable to regain control, "Where?" He demanded.
"In her room," Ryan smirked as John turned and took off faster than a rocket, up the stairs. Ryan ran up after him, hearing the amount of noise this General is giving off. He's sure not making an effort to keep quiet! I told him she's resting! He seriously needs some emotion management…
John stopped abruptly at the open door. He slowed down, walking the rest of the way into her room and by her bedside. He froze in his footsteps as he neared the bed. But Cameron did not catch his attention, the small infant by her side did. Its size betrayed its age to him as a newborn.
He felt a lump in his throat which he could not put a name to, he felt his stomach back flip, threatening to throw up everything he consumed last night. But the worst, his heart tore and wrenched, pulling out every chunk of flesh and dropping to hit rock bottom.
Cameron was obviously in stand-by mode, or rather, asleep. She had a hand on the baby's small torso as the breathing of the child made it rise and fall mildly, barely noticeable.
"Don't worry, that's not her child," Ryan smirked as he got the better of his General younger self, "Besides, don't be ridiculous, if she can reproduce, she'll need at least 10 months before the baby's ready, you're only gone for -"
John ignored the rest of Ryan's words, feeling all his organs going back into place, functioning as they should and not working to make him feel sick. He saw Cameron stirred, at the same time catching Ryan's glare of disapproval as John backed away from the soon-to-be-conscious Cameron.
She removed her hand from the sleeping newborn gently, turning over, wincing as the stitches pulled in objection. Ryan marched forward, assisting her as she attempted to sit up. Cameron saw John stand a few steps away; he had a stoic and unreadable expression on, the normal hardy look.
"Are you alright?" Cameron asked, a little worried her charge got into trouble while they were apart, "Can I help you with anything?"
"I'm fine," John said tightly.
Ryan grunted in frustration, "He came to check on you," He decided to assist John in 'expressing' his intentions for him. Ryan just hoped John could have admitted that himself and at least do it before the next ice age.
Ryan caught Cameron's small smile of delight before it vanished, replaced by a hopeful look which she cast towards John. Ryan looked at John, waiting for his reaction now. John looked up to see Cameron's look, forcing a smile and nodded, confirming Ryan's statement which before that got Cameron's deduction of having a 78 percentage possibility of being a lie to comfort her.
Cameron's smile widened. It was a while before she turned to Ryan, "Where's Sarah? She not back yet?" Ryan shook his head and Cameron's expression changed again.
Faster than the weather, John observed, she's being awfully expressive. He found himself smiling, taking quite a liking to this Cameron, before his mind reminded him; she's a machine who can go psycho on you also faster than the weather!
Cameron looked worried. Ryan continued softly, "Though, she called yesterday night when you were out cold. She asked me to call Derek for help; seemed to be in a dire situation for not calling him herself. But I managed to reach him after a while and he assured he'll be there,"
"You should've gone there!" Cameron reprimanded in an accusing tone, "Two resistance fighters proved better than one. And with your built and skill, you can help ensure Sarah's safety,"
Built? She's examined him without his shirt?! John thought, feeling his mind twirled at that thought, but first thing's first, "What the hell's going on here?!" John growled, "Where's mom and where'd the baby-" But he was interrupted by the baby. Speaking of the devil…
The infant set off into one of his nearly deafening cries. Ryan lunged forward, scooping the newborn into his arms, hushing it but to no avail, as usual. He looked pleadingly at Cameron again, holding the infant out to her.
Cameron pursed her lips at him, "You'll have to learn to take care of him," She took the infant in the cradle of her arm as she gently hushed him, holding the little one close to her own body.
"It's not my fault I'm not you!" Ryan cried in an innocent tone. Cameron glanced at him disapprovingly, continued to hush the terrified baby. It took a while but at least Cameron got him to keep quiet again, whispering softly as the infant's eyes shifted under the closed eyelids frantically.
John watched in complete awe as Cameron handled the crying baby in complete calm. One minute he was in a terrified state and the other, under Cameron's assurance, he calmed down.
"You should tone down your volume of our conversation to avoid having him going off in one of his cries," Cameron suggested softly to John who nodded, learning his lesson. John was practically shaking as he thought back on his amazement at how someone so small can cry so loudly?
The soft beep, signaling the opening of the main door sends both males jolting upright. Cameron resisted her instincts, constantly reminding herself about another presence practically stuck to her that even the slightest sudden movement may set of the fuse.
They can hear Derek cursing loudly downstairs. The three/four (including the infant) walked down the stairs, in time to witness Derek kicking over a dining chair in frustration and anger. Cameron instinctively glanced at the infant who was unnaturally undisturbed by the noise of the chair toppling over. Instead, he snuggled his face closer to Cameron.
Sarah collapsed on the couch in exhaustion. Her white shirt was tainted in crimson red and there was also evidence of blood shed on her face, where it splattered across her forehead.
"Mom," John choked out. Sarah looked up, eyes catching her son standing there, face written in total confusion and worried as he took in the blood covering her. Sarah stood up, embracing her son tightly. He held his mother firmly before she pulled away from him.
"How'd it go?" Ryan asked, eyes darting from Derek to Sarah in anxiety, "Where are my parents?"
Sarah gulped nervously and depressingly before saying tightly, "they're dead,"
Ryan's eyes widened in shock. His chest tightened and his heart hammered painfully against it. He froze. Cameron's reaction was not any different. Ryan back stepped up the stairs, face contorted in an unreadable expression as he turned and dashed up the stairs, disappearing down the corridor. Soon, they heard a loud slam which Cameron assumed was her room since Ryan doesn't have a room yet.
"Can you explain later?" Cameron requested softly, replied by a nod from Sarah, whom look just as bad as Ryan and so did Derek, but the only difference was the older male exerted them as anger, "Get milk for the baby, human milk. He needs the nutrition, now that his -" Cameron paused, collecting herself and continuing, "I'll talk to Ryan," She handed the infant to Sarah who took him carefully and gently.
Cameron nodded to Sarah and a hesitant one to Derek which he hastily returned mildly in his anger and depression of witnessing another innocent humans' death. Her eyes swept to John whom she lingered on for a moment. But John was unwilling to make any eye contact, much less physical contact.
Cameron turned away from John with not a bruised ego but a bruised heart, although she knew she didn't have one, but she couldn't help but feel an unnatural pain deep in her chest as she walked down the corridor to her room. She assumed Ryan was in there, judging by the closed door. She lifted her hand to knock but thought better of the idea before deciding to go for the door knob instead.
She twisted it with delicate hands, not surprised to find it unlocked. Not that she even expected Ryan to know how to work a door lock always having to only work huge bolts on doors in the future. The room was lighted with only the light seeping through the closed curtains. Ryan was found sitting on the floor, hugging his knees and his forehead resting on them.
Cameron approached with caution and grace, not wanting to set this Ryan off and also her wound. She'd rather set the smaller Ryan off than this older one. Cameron don't know him that well yet and thus deciding to go easy on her methods. She crouched in front of him with her chest resting on her knees with difficulties as her stitches stretched but didn't tear, fortunately.
Ryan lifted his head slowly. His tear streaked face startled Cameron; "They're dead," His voice came out raspy and croaky.
"Yes," Cameron replied gently after much consideration. Ryan's brows knitted in hurt and depression.
"I'll never see them ever, they left me," Ryan continued, "They're DEAD!" He raised his voice, more tears finding their way down his cheeks and onto his shirt.
"Yes," Cameron repeated, closing the space between them, she reached out her hands, holding the side of his masculine arms. Slowly, she pulled him into a hug. Ryan leaned forward, head resting on her chest. She could feel his breathing become raspy again as he started to sob, "But you're not," She whispered. She heard his sobs stopped abruptly, "You're still alive," Ryan pulled away from her, frowning behind his tear filled eyes.
"Why does that matters anymore?" He cried.
"According to scientific concept of reproduction, human's DNA-"
"I'm not in a mood for a clinical explanation," Ryan growled in between a sob.
"A part of them live in you," Cameron said immediately after he finished, summarizing her point in her initial statement, without hesitation, "A part of both of them live in you, don't they?" She cocked her head, eyes observing Ryan's expression intently.
"That doesn't matter anymore," Ryan cried, "You don't understand. I brought you to my house yesterday was because I hoped, I hoped to meet them again. I missed them so much in the future. I had no one, no one to love me, no one to care and be concerned when I had a fever. No one-" He ranted but was cut off as his vision was obscured.
He felt soft lips against his. He can feel her starting to shy when he froze in shock. Without thinking, Ryan reacted, parting his lips to reach over, only to find hers already parted. He slowly slipped through the parted lips. Their kiss started as his tongue caressed hers gently, finding the passion for her grew.
No thought process was needed for Cameron. She knew it was a right thing to do, observing at the angle that Ryan felt sad, felt like dying and the least she could do was assure him at least one person/terminator in the world cared as his friend.
She was confused though, she doesn't know if friends are supposed to be doing this. No one told her, taught her anything. All she learnt is from all the television where two people kissed but they said they're only friends when asked so Cameron assumed it's fine for friends to kiss. But it just didn't seem right when she's doing it now.
It felt different with John…
She couldn't help herself as her slender hands slid up to run through Ryan's crew cut, feeling short and sharp blonde hair in between her fingers.
Ryan's left hand penetrated through her silky brown hair and to her neck. He felt heat radiating from it as his right palm held her cheek, fingers stretching to the crook of her neck, tilting her head to the right angle.
Then Cameron got to her feet with her partner's help. Ryan followed the suite, unwilling to break their kiss anytime soon. Adrenaline rose to the limits as their kiss became more fierce and urgent. Ryan's left hand slipped from her neck as they stood up from the position on the floor. It fell to her back and lower, stopping at the hem of her shirt.
Cameron felt goosebumps grew when Ryan's hand slipped under her shirt. His finger tips caressed her soft skin. She didn't push him away nor made any move to stop him and retrieving his hand from under her shirt. Instead, her hand found the hem of his shirt. Ryan let out a slight moan as their kiss broke a second just to allow his shirt to hit the floor, before resuming more passionate than ever.
As if on cue, both their hands flew to the other parties' belt on each other jeans and began unbuckling them…
To be continued…
Now Cameron's making out with Ryan. But don't go calling Cameron a bitch-whore yet, John did the same with Riley although not that extreme. Remember, Cameron had new emotions and take note of the part where I mentioned Cameron's confusion on whether friends should have intimate contact. It's John's fault if you think it through, not teaching her anything.
If John hadn't abandon her, she wouldn't be that close to Ryan would she?REVIEW!