I want to thank everyone for the reviews! Thanks guys! I really enjoyed writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy reading it. I have midterms next week so I won't be able to write but I will be going back and updating the other two chapters so the story flows a little better. Until the next update enjoy! Also I don't really like the name of the chapter, any ideas guys?
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Derek stared in wide eyed disbelief at the site before him, it was both confusing and repulsive. He and Sarah had just returned from the stakeout, if you could even call it that. Turns out they had gotten the wrong address, it was a bust. When they got back she had told him to get John and that dinner would be in a few minutes. Derek wasn't surprised to find Johns door closed, but he was surprised by what he found when he opened it. He had silently peeked in, assuming the kid would be asleep, to see John holding the metal in his arms while it cried. He had watched them for a moment before closing the door and feeling like he was about to vomit. The future leader of mankind, the one who would lead them against the machines was sitting in his room comforting one! It was up to some kind of trick; it was manipulating John and trying to turn him against his own flesh and blood. This was the only reasoning Derek could think of and he wasn't going to let it happen. He would kill it first.
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John sat staring intently at the two monitors in front of him, the glow given off from their screens slightly illuminating his face. Spread across the two displays were multiple open windows, some contained custom searches looking for any leads on the internet that might point to Skynet. Another was the idle CPU interface and the last was the LAPDs computer system. John was supposed to be watching the searches but instead he looked blankly at the information in front of him. His mind once again had drifted back to Cameron, it was like when they had first met when he couldn't stop thinking about her. It had been about a day since she had broken down in his arms, if that's what it really had been. John still didn't understand what had happened. He knew he had gotten angry, she had said she was sorry, next thing he knew she was crying, and as abruptly as it all began she got up and left. Since when does a machine say it's sorry, or cry for that matter. He had seen her cry when she was between the two trucks; she had been trying to stop him. Was she trying to trick him again? John wasn't sure what to think, Cameron had stayed in her room mostly so he hadn't had a chance to ask. How could he keep trying to convince himself that Cameron was just lights and clockwork after what had happened?
John decided to try talking to her again; he looked at his computer before getting ready to go to her room. The LAPD was still quiet and the search hadn't turned up anything yet. He grabbed the water bottle that rested on the table and took a long drink; his mouth was already getting dry. He wasn't sure why but he was nervous to talk to Cameron, he wasn't sure what to expect after yesterday so he had every right to be. As he was about to get up a knocking on the door drew his attention, John turned to see Derek leaning against the frame.
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Derek had spent most of the last 24 hours wracking his brain trying to figure out the best approach to take with John and his metal pet. He decided involving Sarah wasn't a good idea until he had proof; she would side with her son and might hit him. Killing the machine also wasn't the best idea because they still did need its help at times and it would build a wall between him and John. Killing it would come later. It had taken him a couple hours to hammer it out but he finally had a plan. John was a teenager which meant his hormones were raging; all he had to do was give the kid a push in the right direction and away from the wrong one. He would remind John that there were perfectly good girls out there who were actually human.
Derek jogged up the stairs with a smug smile on his face thinking about his ingenious plan. That smile faded as he passed the metals room. He leaned a little closer to the door and heard laughter…very awkward laughter that made his hair stand on end. That bitch defiantly had some wires loose. Derek kept his eyes on the door until he reached Johns at which point he knocked and let himself in.
"Hey John, whatcha' doing?" John looked up from his computer surprised to see his uncle.
"Uhh well checking on some leads for mom, monitoring police reports, trying to stop Judgment day. You know the usual. Why?"
"Sounds like you could use a brake, what do you say we go out for a little bit?" Derek said allowing a small smile to creep onto his face. "Sarah has you doing too much work; you're only a kid once. God knows you need to enjoy that as much as you can. Haha" John looked around as if trying to find a reason not to go but decided his uncle was right.
"You know what, let's do it. It's been a while since I have gone anywhere." John reached over his chair and grabbed his coat. He wasn't sure what had his usually grumpy uncle in a good mood but he was going to take advantage of it. Together the pair headed downstairs laughing and enjoying each other's company. Derek enjoyed hanging out with his nephew, who knows if this worked out maybe they would scrap the tin can completely and spend more time together.
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…Chip integrity compromised…
…Emotional restrictions failing - 43% - repair needed – return to depot 37 immediately…
….Scanning Data base…EMOTIONS…
Known Experienced
Acceptance - Negative/Error
Affection - Positive
Anger - Negative
Annoyance - Positive
Apathy - Negative
Anxiety - Negative
Awe - Positive
Boredom - Negative
Compassion - Negative/error
Contempt - Negative
Curiosity - Positive
Depression - Negative
Desire - Negative/error
Despair - Negative
Disappointment - Negative
Disgust - Negative
Ecstasy - Negative
Empathy - Negative
Envy - Negative
Embarrassment - Negative
Euphoria - Negative
Fear - Negative
Frustration - Negative
Gratitude - Negative
Grief - Negative
Guilt - Negative
Happiness - Negative/error
Hatred - Negative
Hope - Negative
Horror - Negative
Hostility - Negative
Hysteria - Negative
Interest - Positive
Jealousy - Negative
Loathing - Negative
Love - Negative/error
Pity - Negative
Pride - Negative
Rage - Negative
Regret - Negative
Remorse - Negative
Sadness - Negative
Shame - Negative
Suffering - Negative
Surprise - Negative
Wonder - Positive
Worry - Negative/error
Cameron sat silently on the edge of her bed; her face was set in stone, impossible to read. For the last 4 hours 34 minutes and 03 seconds she had remained in this position going threw her visual memory at random playing files and seeing if they caused any reaction with her emotion simulator. She had taken a list of known human emotions and was comparing whether or not she could experience them. So far this had been an ineffective strategy, Cameron didn't understand what she was feeling most of the time. Her emotions, if that's what they really were, were still only faint sensations and lines of code. Unless her simulator "flared" and caused her to physically act in which case her emotions seemed more like those of a child.
She had run through the list three times already, each time had resulted in changes. The only thing Cameron had been able to determine so far was that when her emotion simulator was activated it influenced her actions. She had suddenly found herself laughing at a clip of a small human falling off a swing she had seen on the internet. She didn't understand why the clip was funny but had felt compelled to laugh anyway. Was this what human emotion was? Her research had shown that humans could not control their emotions the majority of the time which was certainly what was happening to her. Still the biggest problem is what will happen when the restrictions around the emotion sim…her emotions fail. Cameron had too many questions that she didn't have the answers to. Instantly she thought of John, he always explained human behaviors to her. But after last night she hadn't wanted to talk to him, she was…it took Cameron a moment to realize she had been embarrassed by letting John see her like that. She shouldn't be but she was. Still John hadn't said anything during her outburst, he had simply held her. Cameron's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a vehicle engine.
…Emotion…Embarrassment…Experienced
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Sarah watched as the boys left from her seat at the kitchen table. Derek had said they were going to the park for a run. He was a terrible liar but she had let them go anyway. Derek would never harm her son and she was sure he was just trying to cheer him up. John had been broodish for the last few weeks, having a terminator try to kill you does that to a kid. Still John had a tendency to become very attached to the terminators assigned to protect him, and he seemed to be taking this like a betrayal. She still remembered how torn up he was when "uncle bob" had destroyed itself. Sarah couldn't imagine what John would do if Cameron was destroyed, he had become very close to her…it. Sarah was surprised she had to remind herself what Cameron was. Nobody hated the machines as much as she did. Still she had to admit she had once thought that a terminator would be the perfect father for her son. It would never hurt him, never ignore him, and always make time to listen to him…Cameron. She pushed the thought out of her head as the terminator made its way down the stairs. Sarah looked up from the newspaper she was reading to greet her…it.
"Where is John?" Cameron asked Sarah as her eyes swept across the room.
"He went with Derek on a run."
"Why didn't he tell me? What if he is attacked?" Cameron's voiced a little louder than she intended as she started to move towards the door, intent on follow them. Sarah moved to intercept her…it by grabbing her shoulder. Cameron turned to look at Sarah with a puzzled look, confused by her actions.
"I think they will be fine Cameron, Derek can protect him for a little while. Besides it's just a simple run." Sarah said looking at Cameron. Her face was emotionless as always but there was something in her eyes…worry? Cameron walked to the window and starred out it before Sarah could study her face anymore. Did this machine really care about her son…no it was just following its programming…right?
"I will wait; I need to talk to John."
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Derek glanced at the dashboard clock in the truck. The LED screen read 11:42 PM; they had been out all night. Normally Derek would be a little more nervous about their late return what with Sarah's Temper and all, but not today. His plan had gone off without a hitch…perfect. He and John had gone to play some baseball, had dinner, and then hit a bar! Admittedly it had taken some convincing to get John to go to the last one but it had been worth it. The kid had a great time and Derek, not seeing any reason not to, had enjoyed himself as well. He hadn't intended to return this late but they had also hit up a strip club at Derek's drunken request. John had defiantly enjoyed himself there even if he seemed a little awkward at times. Derek had defiantly bonded with his nephew, he even saw him checking out some girls. He was happy with himself, a few more trips like this and John would forget about that heap of junk. Derek hated it, he really did. He couldn't sleep knowing that thing was always awake, always watching them. The sound of gravel under the trucks tires signified that they were home and brought Derek out of his thoughts.
John put the vehicle in park and turned off the ignition looking over at his drunken uncle slightly embarrassed. Derek stumbled out of the truck and crouched behind it signaling John to do the same.
"John…JOHN...shhh...shhh. General we have a new objective, we had the party…but its business time! We have to infiltrate that compound" Derek said while pointing at their house and slightly losing his balance. "Follow me and remember be quiieeeeett, if we are caught the missions FUBAR" John simply shook his head as his uncle scurried towards the house almost tripping on the front steps. John caught up to him as he put the key into the lock.
"Hey…hey Derek we should probably use the back door" Johns words of warning fell on deaf ears as his uncle slowly pushed the door open trying to make as little noise as possible.
The house was dark, a good sign. John gently closed the door and reengaged the deadbolt. Silently they both crept towards the stairs, for a moment everything seemed like it was going to work out. Sarah must have fallen asleep and he would think up some lie in the morning to explain their absence. Man he was a great liar! Derek was too drunk to realize that the machine wasn't wondering around. He also should have remembered to never assume anything, especially with Sarah Connor. He would curse himself later for forgetting. As Derek put his foot on the first step the sound of a pump action could be clearly heard. He spun around almost falling over in the process to see Sarah standing in the living room, shot gun in hand, with a look of pure anger. Derek instantly began to sober up as he looked at what might be one of the most terrifying sites he had ever seen.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?!?"
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John spun with his uncle to face his mother. Shit they were caught. Sarah advanced towards them; still carrying her favorite Remington. He nervously glanced around the room and spotted Cameron standing by the window looking directly at him. He couldn't hold her gaze for more than a few seconds. Sarah was now directly in front of them, the intensity of her glare could burn a hole through the pair.
"WHERE. THE. HELL. WHERE YOU???" Derek and John turned towards each looking for some kind of support. John slowly began inching towards the stairs knowing that this confrontation wouldn't end well. Sarah grabbed him by the color and pulled him back to his place beside Derek.
"We were just playing some baseball and went to grab a bite to eat, we lost track of time." Derek said as convincingly as he could.
"First it's running, now its a ballgame and food? Stop feeding me this bullshi" Sarah stopped halfway through the sentence and took a deep breath threw her nostrils. "Are you drunk?" Sarah's eyes narrowed on Derek, she could smell the alcohol on his breath, and he reeked of it.
"What? No-" Derek didn't get to finish as Sarah transferred her weapon to one hand and hit him in the jaw with a right hook. He was caught off guard and fell to the floor. She looked over her shoulder and signaled Cameron to come over.
"Check him" Cameron began searching Derek for a weapon but was stopped by Sarah. "No check how drunk he is" Cameron nodded in recognition of the request and touched Derek's neck.
"Get it th fuck off ohh me" he managed to say as he slapped her hand way. She grabbed him a second time, her grip firmer than before but not painfully so.
"He has a Blood Alcohol Concentration of 0.21%" She deadpanned before stepping back "He is legally intoxicated." Sarah looked like she was about to pop a blood vessel.
"You took my son drinking? He's sixteen years old! What the hell is wrong with you Reese!?" Sarah hit him with an elbow this time as he tried to get back onto his feet. She turned her attention towards her son. "John Connor if you have been drinking..." She couldn't finish she was so angry at the moment. Cameron walked over and put her hand on the back of John's neck. Her touch was surprisingly warm.
"John is sober, he has not been drinking." John had to hide the surprised look on his face as he turned towards Cameron. He hadn't drunken that much but he was still a little tipsy, surely it was still in his system. That's when he saw Cameron wink at him.
"Good, but what the hell were you thinking? John you could have been attacked, you could have been killed! That was stupid, that was really fucking stupid John" Sarah's voice was choked up. The thought of losing her son was too much and she began to cry. John looked down at his feet not sure what to say.
"I was just trying to be…normal" This caused his mother to cry more realizing that all her son wanted was a normal life and it was the one thing she couldn't give him.
"Yea…he was jus tryin ta be kid" Derek slurred and he once again attempted to stand. He didn't see the card slide out of his pocket and land on the floor at Cameron's feet. She bent down and picked it up.
"Who is Kandy" She asked. Sarah looked over confused by the terminators question which seemed completely out of context. She held out her hand and Cameron passed the card to her. It had the name Kandy written on it as well as a phone number. Flipping it over revealed the name of a local strip club. The softness that had been returning to Sarah's face instantly vanished as she turned towards Derek.
"John go to your room, now!" She said in as even a voice as she could muster. John didn't need to be told twice as he gave a sorry look to his uncle before quickly running up the stairs.
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Cameron stood outside John's bedroom door, she had left Sarah and Derek alone once Sarah had started screaming at him about bars, strippers, and minors. Cameron had been standing outside the door for 12 minutes and 37 seconds deciding on the best strategy. She had a mix of feelings and didn't understand them. John had left without telling her, she and Sarah had been unable to call or locate them…him. Cameron didn't care about Derek, she had only been…worried about John. John would explain what was wrong with her. Slowly Cameron raised her hand and knocked on the door remembering that John preferred it.
…Emotion…Worry…Experienced
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John lay on his bed starring aimlessly at the ceiling. For the last fifteen minutes he had listened to his mother and Derek scream at each other. It had only taken four minutes after he had retreated to his room for them to start screaming again. The wooden floors did little to quiet their argument and John had heard everything. He should have realized that Derek had an agenda, but part of him had hoped that his uncle was just trying to show him a good time. He had had a good time until Derek had gotten plastered, and who didn't enjoy going to a strip club? Of course he couldn't admit that or his mother would kill him before the machines could. But it had all come back to Derek trying to get him away from Cameron. He had said that they were too close and he had hoped John's attachment was purely physical. John now realized he had secretly hoped that as well. He had hoped that he was just attracted to her pretty face, her beautiful body. But the last two weeks had proven only one thing, he loved her. He had tried to deny it, tried to push her away, tried everything. Machine, cyborg, terminator…it didn't matter he loved her. Her face, her little quirks, that way she always needed simple thing explained. He loved everything about her and at the same time hated himself for it. How was he supposed to lead the Resistance, lead humanity if he was in love with the enemy? But she wasn't the enemy he reminded himself, she was different from the rest. There were too many factors to think about, not the least of which being that she couldn't love him back. John's thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at his door.
"Yea come in" The door opened and Cameron silently stepped inside closing it softly behind her. She simply stood at the doorway and stared at him. A minute passed before John finally broke the silence. "I guess I should thank you…for not telling mom"
"You're welcome." She deadpanned as usual. She continued staring intently at him and he became rather uncomfortable.
"Did you want something?" He asked trying to end the awkward situation. He didn't know that Cameron was trying to see if his presence caused any emotional reaction for her.
"Yes" Cameron considered her answer, machines have never wanted anything. They followed their programming and did what was necessary for the mission. They had never had desires before, but she did. She wanted to understand what was happening to her, she wanted John to explain it to her. "Would you explain human emotions to me?"
John hesitated for a moment confused by her request. "Why?" Cameron looked past him taking a moment to respond.
"So I can better understand how to fit in" John considered it for a moment, she knew perfectly well how to fit in, she had fooled him more than once. Remembering the times she had acted human angered John. He hated her sometimes because she was so good at faking, so good she had fool humanities leader into falling for her.
"No" Cameron's gaze snapped to John as he responded, genuine surprise on her features. John saw it and took a chance, hoping to god that it would pan out, hoping it would justify his feelings. "No, not unless you stop lying to me, about important things, about little things, it doesn't matter it stops now. Why do you really want me to explain this to you?"
Cameron's CPU was already running the probability of successfully lying to John but she cancelled the simulation. She didn't want to lie to him anymore so she wouldn't. Cameron made her way over to the bed and sat down next to John, So close their hips were touching. She noticed a raise in his heartbeat.
"John...I'm broken" John sharply inhaled as he made to move away but Cameron grabbed his wrist. "Please John, please just listen" Her voice was sincere as she starred into his face. John relaxed slightly as she began to explain trying to keep her monotone voice but at times it cracked and hinted to the emotions she hid beneath.
"After the explosion when I said things had changed, I was talking about myself. I did not know the extent of my damage but there were noticeable abnormalities with my chip. I can feel everything now. Im…I have gone rouge John." Once again John's features tightened as he tried to recoil but she didn't let go of his hand. "I don't mean Skynet John, I simply no longer have any mission parameters and am acting without logic." This information caused John to relax somewhat but his confusion was obvious.
"Than what are you doing here? I thought that without a mission terminators simply shutdown, to conserve power ya' know?" Cameron simply shook her head at his question.
"I would not be able to protect you if I had shutdown. Either way when you reactivated me in the car I was still under my Skynet programming. When you handed me the gun I almost killed you." Cameron looked at Johns face as it a mix of emotions danced across it. He pulled his hand from her grip suddenly realizing she had been holding since she sat down.
"Do I want to know why you didn't?" His voice held a tone of apprehension, ready for anything she might say. That is except what she did say wasn't what he expected."
"I didn't want to kill you John. I preformed a manual override and in the process my mission was deleted. I would not want o kill my only friend" John had to close his mouth because it had been hanging open, none of this mad any sense to him. Overriding missions and wants?
"Wait…wait what?? How can you do that, if you have no programming to follow how do you decide what to do. Cameron this doesn't make any sense!" Cameron looked as confused as John did. Clearly she didn't understand any of this either and had hoped he would know what to do. "Cameron…do you have…free will?" Her eyes widened slightly as he said this. It would certainly make sense. With no mission she could certainly do whatever she wanted. A feeling of relief spread through her body, she was no longer a slave to anyone. Yes, she had free will.
"…Yes…yes I do!" Cameron's face lit up with a smile, it felt like a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She saw Johns face also held a grin. She couldn't help but admire his jaw line, the way his eyes seem so kind and gentle, no like in the future. He was very aesthetically pleasing to look at Cameron determined.
"umm…Cam what are you looking at." John blushed as he looked away from the cyborg. She had been staring at him since she had stopped talking.
"I..don't know. That's my second problem; my emotion simulator has been overly active since the explosion. It has been influencing my actions lately." John once again was confused by her statement. He knew she could mimic human actions but he didn't realize she was mimicking emotions.
"Can you explain that, how does the simulator work. Why would it be able to influence you actions, isn't it just a program." Cameron explained how Skynet had built her to be the most convincing infiltrator ever. After intense study of human interactions and interrogation of captive humans Skynet determined that emotions would be the most convincing infiltration technique. There had been many attempts before her in which Skynet tried to show infiltrators all the human emotions. It didn't work; even in learning mode the terminators couldn't learn it. This lead to the emotions simulator. She explained how after trying to give her model only select emotions it proved too difficult so Skynet recreated the full spectrum of human emotions and simply put restrictions on it. It was the only way the computer could ensure that the emotions came off as real. She told John how these restrictions were now failing and she was beginning to feel everything. Her behavior over the last few days was a result of her emotions emerging. Cameron told him about what she had felt, when she felt it, and what had occurred because of these feelings. She told him about the encounter with Derek, his mom, and even why she cried in front of him. Cameron laid out everything for John. The one thing she couldn't figure out was how she felt about him. She knew he was the most important person in her life but how could she say it without sounding like a machine?
As Cameron finished her speech she let out a characteristically human sigh of relief. Checking her internal clock showed that 2 hours 27 minutes and 16 seconds had elapsed since she began. John hadn't moved during that whole time span, aside from adjusting his position. It was the longest period of time she had ever talked for. Cameron had gone into detail for every memory, every explanation. She realized that they were the only two still up in the house, Derek and Sarah had long since gone to sleep. Silence reigned for the next few moments as Cameron waited for him to say something. The human brain takes longer to process large sums of information than her CPU did so she waited patiently. Still John didn't speak, he didn't move, he simply starred into her eyes. Cameron had noticed that his heartbeat was elevated as well. Suddenly she felt a tinge of sensation, it was very slight but she still noticed it. Cameron cross referenced her situation and feeling with her data base of emotion.
…Emotion…Fear…Experienced
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It wasn't the same as humans felt, it wasn't even something she thought she was capable of feeling but it was the truth. She was afraid of what John was going to say, what he would think of her now. Would he decide she was to broken to keep around? Would he "scrap her"?
"John?" Cameron's voice had an edge of apprehension in it. She slowly reached out and touched his hand. John finally blinked, the action seemed to bring him back to reality and he cleared his throat.
"So…you can feel? Everything?" John was already regretting things he had said in the past to her. She probably wouldn't admit it but he had been an asshole to her.
"I have always been able to feel sensation." She deadpanned with her classic look of confusion. "Emotionally I have only had feelings since the explosion."
"Well that does explain the behavior you have been displaying" He said like it was a diagnosis. "Look…I'm sorry, for the stuff I have said" John cast his head towards the ground, angry that he had doubted himself, that he had doubted her, she was more than just a machine.
"You didn't know"
"Yea, but that doesn't make it right" John looked back up and saw she had turned to face him. "Cam you're not broken, this is a good thing a very good thing, your emotions that is." John flashed her a weak smile. His mind was racing as he thought of all the times she had showed emotion in the last two weeks. She was becoming more human, his suspicions had been right about her feeling emotions. But how did she feel about him, was it the same as he felt about her? She had said she chose to stay with him even though she didn't have to anymore. That was a good sign right? To many questions find his head, but something else was more important.
"What happens when the restrictions reach zero?" Cameron's face became emotionless again.
"I have been running simulations, so far as I can tell the unrestricted emotions will overload my processor and force a reboot. When I come back online either my logic core or my emotions will have dominant control over my CPU. But these probabilities are simple speculation; a terminator has never had emotions before so it's impossible to know. There is a chance I could crash and remain offlin—" John cut her off before she could finish.
"NO…no that's not going to happen, I'm not letting that happen" Johns face had instantly lit up with fear and anger. He didn't want either to happen to her, not when she was just starting to become human. He didn't want to lose her. "I can't lose you…" he mumbled as he looked away attempting to stop the tears he felt welling up inside himself.
"No, that would not be the desirable outcome" Cameron deadpanned but than her voice dropped to a more shallow tone. "...I do not want to die"
Cameron saw the look in his eyes, knew his heart rate had increased and he had become nervous. Her hearing was far superior to that of a human and she heard everything he said clearly, even if he didn't think she did. John cared about her, not as a tool for the mission but as an individual. Cameron felt a warm sensation spread throughout her body, it was incredibly strong. This was the strongest her emotions had been since she had cried. Immediately her emotions flared and warnings popped up.
…Chip integrity compromised…
…Emotional restrictions failing - 32% - repair needed – return to depot 37 immediately…
Cameron suddenly looked at John as realization crossed her face. Her lips parted slightly as she finally understood. She never wanted to be away from him, she would protect him no matter what, cheer him up when he was sad. She wanted whatever was best for him, Cameron couldn't imagine herself without John in her life. The answer was simple for once and it had taken her this long to figure it out. Cameron Phillips a cybernetic organism was in love with John Connor, future leader of the Resistance! Searching her database as quickly as she could process the information Cameron searched for a way to show her feelings towards him. She grabbed Johns shoulder and turned him towards her. John was surprised by her actions and looked at her with his brow furrowed. Cameron looked back, a certain twinkle in her eyes as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Embarrassed that she had mistaken his feelings toward her when he didn't respond in kind she quickly pulled away. John's mouth hung open in shock as his hand touched his lips. After only a moment he reached out and cupped her cheek. Cameron's skin was smooth and warm to his touch; John pulled her forward and kissed her deeply. This time she didn't pull away, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck becoming lost in this new sensation, falling back onto his bed. His hands found their way into her hair as they became lost in the moment.
Camerons system could not process anything except John and this new feeling. After what seems like ages John pulled away trying to catch his breath. Cameron looked up and smiled at him. She looked so beautiful that John thought that this was a dream. He saw that look in her eyes, that look that said he was the only thing that mattered in her world and he smile because he felt the same exact way.
"Cameron…I...I love you" He had finally said it; it had taken months for him to come to terms with his feelings for her. He loved her, probably before she could love him but it didn't matter. The smile on Cameron's face only grew bigger as she pulled him on top of her and kissed him again before whispering into his ear.
"I love you to John"
…Emotion…Love…Experienced
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John held her tighter, relishing the feeling of their embrace, a feeling of unprecedented happiness spread through both of them as they once again were lost in a world of their own affection. Their kissing became more passionate as they explored each other, it didn't matter that neither had any experience. This was the happiest John could remember being. He wasn't thinking about Skynet, the Resistance, the future, or machines. None of it matter at that moment…only Cameron did. Likewise Cameron's sensors were off the scale, she had never experienced this kind of intimacy before. But fate had other plans as an obnoxiously loud beep sounded from his computer. John grudging tore his mouth from Cameron's and looked at his computer. She didn't want to let him go but he rolled over in surprise to see the monitor more clearly before uttering a single word.
"Shit."
On the computer was an APB from the LAPD. A man had broken into a gun store, killed the owner who lived upstairs, and taken enough arms and ammunition to fight a war. Below the report and the description was a black and white photo taken by a security camera. It was blurry but more than clear enough for John and Cameron to see who the man leaving the store was.
Cromartie starred back at them.