Title: Snapshots

Summary: Snapshots of the relationship between Cameron and Sarah, leading up and beyond "Her Choice".

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Part 2 - Anger

Sarah woke up with a gasp, her body already reacting to the threat that was not there. She listened closely, her eyes darting around the room, but she could hear only the wind outside and the TV. Lowering the gun, she looked at the clock and nearly groaned; 2:12am. Less than three hours of sleep.

Hauling herself out of bed, she padded silently to the living room - being silent only for John and Derek, as she knew Cameron would've heard her change in breathing long before she got out of bed.

The blue light from the TV illuminated her pathway as she walked in, and she found Cameron lying on the couch watching TV - as in on her back, with one arm under her head, the other draped on her stomach. Sarah shouldn't have been surprised, as this was nothing knew, but it still surprised her. A month ago, Cameron had started acting more…human; smiling, leaning lazily against a doorframe, even pouting.

"Nightmare?" Cameron asked quietly, mindful of the other sleeping occupants.

Sarah nodded, but didn't elaborate. "What are you watching?"

"The channel is on the Late Night Show, but I am performing scans of the perimeter and interior, looking for any threats."

"And I'm guessing since you're laying there, there is none," Sarah joked.

"Correct. Do you want coffee?" Cameron asked as she sat up.

"Lie back down, I'm going to try to get more sleep."

"There is a ten percent chance of you falling back to sleep."

Sarah glared. "I don't need your damn statistics!" With one last glare, she stormed out of the room.

Cameron watched her go, feeling torn. On one hand, Sarah Connor's feelings were not part of her mission protocol; but, then again, neither were hers. On the other hand, she wanted to follow Sarah, wanting to comfort her from her nightmares. After some hesitation, she got up and began her rounds, and then she would check on Sarah.

By the time she made it outside of Sarah's room one hour and twenty-two minutes later, Sarah was still not asleep. The door was wide open, and she could see the woman repeatedly punch the wall; the wall that was mostly concrete. She quickly went up behind the slightly smaller woman, grabbing a hold of Sarah's arms.

"Stop. You are hurting yourself."

Sarah growled and struggled to get away from her. "Let me go!"

"No, I will not let you continue hurting yourself." Sarah turned to face Cameron, but the terminator didn't let her go. She started pushing against Cameron - though the brunette noticed there was barely any strength behind it.

"Let me go."

Cameron pulled Sarah close to her, so she was trapped in her arms. "No."

Sarah struggled for nearly five minutes before she collapsed fully into Cameron. "I hate you."

"I know."

"I'm tired," Sarah said before she yawned. Cameron let her go so she could stumble towards the bed. Cameron tilted her head at Sarah's emotional switch; Sarah always surprised her one way or another.