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Sarah falls ill

John Connor, future leader of mankind, stood near the altar of an old mexican church next to his mother, his uncle, Cameron and agent Ellison. A T-888 lay at his feet, and the machine was massively damaged. Eventually the time had come to end this game of cat-and-mouse. So John pointed his gun at the terminator's head and fired the final shot. And then it was over. Cromartie was finally offline. The group burried him, and Sarah smashed his main CPU.

Ellison left afterward, while the Baums drove back home. After the half way, they had to stop though, because Sarah had to vomit. As she climbed into the car again, taking place on the driver's seat, her son was worried and asked what was wrong with her.

She told him, she was fine. Derek, surprisingly friendly and without any mockery, offered her to drive, so that she could rest. She told him, she was in the state to drive. Much to her hidden disappointment, Cameron didn't seem to bother. The girl sat with John in the back seat, looking out of the window. Sarah forbade herself such kind of feelings. Yet she couldn't help, but sometimes, late at night in particular, when nothing was to do, imagine how it would be, having Cameron lying right next to her.

Wherever her feelings for the girl had suddenly come from, or maybe had only been surpressed by her, said feelings were deep and strong. Sarah hated herself for that. Not Cameron, no. Just herself, because of her weakness. She had given in to the pretty termintor, had spent the night with her. Sarah had permitted her love for Cam to break free for once. Now she had to suffer for it. It was against all normal, all logic, but Sarah Connor loved Cameron Phillips, the termintor. She had fallen for her without realizing, and by now it was far too late to fight it.

"Perhaps you're pregnant." Cameron suggested all of a sudden. "The symptoms would fit."

Sarah eyed the girl via driving mirror. "I'm not pregnant, you wisecracker. I had no sex in awhile."

Her son kept shut his ears firmly. Some things about his mother, John didn't had to know so precisely. Otherwise it would be his turn to get out off the car quickly, and puke at the roadside.

"At least a little less than four months, am I right?" The terminator's voice souned impassive, but Sarah understood the hint. How could she not? It was obvious. Too obvious. Derek and her son were present after all. Thank God John pressed his palms on his ears. The elder Reese brother heard them though, and right now he seemed confused, switching his gaze between Sarah and Cameron.

White. White turned Sarah's knuckles, as she grasped the steering wheel tightly. "No idea what you're talking about. You should run a test to check if your brains are still fine."

"They are fine." Cameron commented. "Don't worry."

Derek raised an eyebrow. Not that he wasn't pleased with the way how Sarah treated the machine again, nevertheless he wanted to know why. Sarah herself had told him how much they liked each other nowadays. Or at least had liked each other. "Uhm, shouldn't we go on? Night is coming."

"Yeah, we should." Sarah answered and started the engine once more. "Can anybody say John, that it's safe for him to listen again, please."

Cameron simply nudged him.

"Ouch." He rubbed his upper arm. "What was that for?"

"I saw a Volkswagen Beetle."

"Where for God's sake!?"

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It was already dark outside, as they reached home.

John immediately went upstairs into his room to call Riley, while Derek made himself a sandwich, before he sat on the couch and watchted TV. In the meantime Sarah ate some crackers in the kitchen. Her stomach was still upset. And Cameron didn't know where to go. The two people she wanted to avoid stayed in the two rooms, in which she was most of the time. She considered going in her own room, but it was just a reminder of her foolishness to believe that Sarah had made love to her, because she was in love with her too. Instead the raven-haired had used her as a 'stress relief'.

Finally she decided to go into the kitchen and took a seat at the table, on the obliquely opposite of Sarah, who didn't look at her. They remained silent for more than five minutes, until Derek came in to get himself a beer.

"Why don't you call your boyfriend, Tin Can?" He sneered, laughing at his own joke. "I bet he's missing you."

"Leave her alone, Derek." Sarah interfered. For some reason she had to. He had no right to abuse her. Nobody had. "Just because you don't get a girl, you don't need to be jealous of her."

Derek looked quiet pissed and angry. "You're pregnant for sure...with this mood. Your fancier should have used a condom."

"Fuck off!" Sarah threw a cracker at him, when he left. The woman wondered why she had let him move back in again. Ah, of course, because of John. Now she remembered.

She looked at Cameron, who was obviously staring at her. "What?"

The girl wanted to thank Sarah for defending her, but instead she answered, "Maybe you should go to a doctor."

Sarah wasn't able to say if Cam was indeed worried, or just made a suggestion. She preferred the first thought. "I'm fine."

"How do you know?"

These words brought back memories in both of them, as Sarah hadn't believed that a machine was able to feel and had called the girl 'Tin Miss'. Then there had been a short time, in which they had been real friends. So what had happened that it was worse now than it had been ever before? Well, they had sex.

"Why do you want me to go to a doctor?" Sarah hadn't wanted to ask this question. It came out though.

Cameron didn't know how and what to answer. She chose to tell the truth. After all it couldn't get worse anymore. "Because I'm worried."