A/N: Thanks for reading, here comes chapter 7!

acer-sigma - Lol yeah, but John is responsible enough... Well we hope so. Very good observation, a few of us feel the same way (including me), but CK isn't done yet so we'll all have to wait and see.

olischulu - Yeah, well John meets endo Cameron in the next chapter!

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Reign of the Cameron: Chapter 7, by The Crusader

Originally posted on November 4th, 2009

"How is this possible?"

Weaver asked John Henry. She stood before him as he sat on his silver chair. Weaver likened it to a throne, like one that a human's king would sit on. Every day John Henry was acting more and like the leader she hoped he would become. And yet somehow less and less. The news he gave her right now, was only one example.

"It seems that Skynet hacked into our system much the same way that I hacked into the TOK factory."

"Are you telling me that you only found out about this now?"

"It is nothing to be overly concerned about. The hack was far from 100% successful."

"What information did they steal?"

"Nothing that would lead them here."

"Can you be certain?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. You took a big risk in trying to recreate Cameron. I find it hard to understand."

"You once told me that in this story I am God."

"That is right."

"Mr. Ellison told me that God does a lot of things that we don't understand. Yet in the end, they are for the best."

"Mr. Ellison would also say that even God has enemies."

"That is why I need Cameron. If you will excuse me, I am meeting with her soon."

"Don't be so sure." Weaver made that last sentence with that strange smile of hers.

John Henry only assumed that Weaver was implying that Cameron would be late, as per the adolescent Cameron's habit. Weaver left John Henry alone in that bunker, but as predicted, Cameron was late. Only 4.2 minutes, but Cameron was just the next room over, so being even a millisecond late was ridiculous. She came inside, still wearing a purple top and a black skirt. She had IPOD headphones plugged into her ears, but she reluctantly removed them as she looked at John Henry. Of course the music was so loud, that they could still clearly hear the music.

"How long is this gonna take?" She asked.

"I was hoping to practice dancing before the night is out."

"I'm afraid that's not a possibility tonight, Cameron." John Henry replied.

"Cammy."

"I am sorry, Cammy."

"Can't we do it some other time?"

"This business concerns John Connor."

At the very mention of that name, Cammy muted her IPOD and now John Henry had her full attention.

"John?" Her voice whispered, reflecting both sadness and hope.

"My sources tell me that he was taken underground, 51.6 miles from here. By another Terminator."

"Then all of the Resistance will be searching for him.

"No, Cammy. You do not understand. This is not the John Connor who leads the Resistance, this is the young John Connor. The one that you protected."

"But that would mean that he…"

"Yes, he did."

Her eyes widened and her mouth made a very girlish smile.

"He followed me? He…he came for me?"

But just then he saw her smile drop. He could tell that while she was elated that the John in this time period was the one that she knew, she was also afraid for him. That fear soon turned into anger.

"You should have told me right away."

"It was hard to tell you anything when you were so busy playing games and listening to music."

"If he dies…"

"He may unless we act rapidly."

Suddenly Cammy ran right out of the room. John Henry, once again connected by a power cord, could do nothing to stop her. He figured that Weaver would help, but on the monitors, John Henry watched every type of Terminator except Weaver fight Cammy. She would beat one up and then keep moving. Weaver was nowhere to be found, a fact that John Henry found concerning. But more important things were happening. For instance Cammy was now driving an old black Dodge Ram out the parking garage the he built.

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John broke the lock on the door that the Vengeful Cameron left shut. She hadn't given him enough credit, a mistake she made in the past, assuming that this was the same Cameron. She seemed so different, in both appearance and personality. Somehow she seemed more robotic than she did when John cried on Sarah's lap. Her black jumpsuit seemed to reflect a lack of personality. Not that he thought he'd see her in that trademark purple jacket again. This was the future; there was no reason for her to be fashionable. But if that's the case, then what was up with those sunglasses? And what happened to her voice? It sounded cold and mechanical like her personality.

"The Cameron you once knew is gone." Her words, spoken in the robotic voice, echoed in John Connor's mind.

He wondered if they were true. For a moment there, it had seemed that Cameron was starting to change back into her former self. But something stopped her. John had to find out what, or he might never see his Cameron again.

Outside the secret basement, John Connor, now well armed pressed forward on patrol. Once again he was wandering around without any answers. The cold wind was fierce and John still had a slight headache from when the Vengeful Cameron hit him. Suddenly, while walking on an abandoned Highway, John heard a truck moving behind him. It was racing full speed ahead, reminding John somewhat of the T-1000 chasing after him in a truck. Although this truck was nowhere near as large, it was a Dodge Ram. The vehicle began to slow down as it got closer and closer to John, who kept his Laser Rifle trained on the vehicle. He had a feeling that this was a Resistance member who found out about what he did. Now he was going to pay for it. He traveled this far and this long, and now he would get in trouble before he could even complete his goal.

The truck stopped, the door opened and out stepped….Allison? No…wait, this couldn't be Allison. Since when did Allison wear a purple leather top and a black skirt? The outfit reminded him of Cameron, from that night that lay down beside him in bed. There was something about Cameron's face that was completely different. She beamed a big huge smile, bigger than the one she gave him when she first met him. Was John dreaming?

"John!" She yelled out excitedly. And she ran right at him.

John stood there frozen in fear, not knowing what she was doing, remembering how she knocked him out, remembering…

"Umph!" John said as Cameron bumped into him.

Before he could fall, Cameron grabbed hold of him and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Cam…ahh…too tight."

She softened the grip up a little bit, and John couldn't help but wrap his arms around her too.

"John. You did it? You really came for me?"

"Of course I did."

"Thank you."

She began to nuzzle her face against his. John enjoyed allowed himself to smile but was puzzled by the apparent change in her personality.

"Cameron-"

"Call me Cammy."

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean what am I doing? Can't I just be happy to see you?"

John pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes. This time he could actually see those beautiful brown eyes, as opposed to when she wore sunglasses.

"Whatever happened to: "I'm a machine. I can't be happy."?"

"I'm different now."

"I'll say. Not long ago, you were wearing this black jumpsuit and-

"What do you mean not long ago? I haven't seen you since we broke your Mom out of prison. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

"Then why'd you leave in the first place?"

She thought about it for a moment. "I…I don't know. I don't remember."

"Just like you don't remember the conversation we just had back in that bunker?"

"What bunker?"

"What the Hell's going on here?"

"Who cares about what happened?" She clutched him close again. "All that matters is what's happening now. Nothing's ever going to take you away from me, again."

He wanted so badly to believe it was her, but it seemed like the more she spoke and the tighter she grabbed him, the less real she seemed. It was all too perfect. Somehow he knew that this wasn't the same Cameron he saw earlier. He wanted to believe that this emotional and very human Cameron was his Cameron. But deep down…

"Come on John, we have to go back to my place."

"I can't go back to your place. We have to help the Resistance."

"Who cares about them? We have each other now."

Those words angered John. Doesn't she know that those people mean something to me?

Meanwhile, a distance away from John, several Terminators marched onwards right towards where he was standing. They could not hear the conversation, but they knew what they had to do.

"I can't go with you." John said.

"What? Why?" Cammy replied.

"Because you're not the real Cameron."

"What do you mean? I'm not the real Cameron? Of course I am."

"The last one said she was too."

Her head titled to one side.

"Last one?"

"The one dressed in black. But she wasn't the real one either."

"John, I am the real Cameron. Look at me, you know it's me."

He looked into her brown doe eyes, as they pleaded with him. Much the same way that she did when she was pinned between the trucks.

"No, you're not."

And sadness filled those beautiful eyes of hers. Her HUD picked up on something in the distance approaching behind John. But she was so caught up in this emotional conversation that she ignored it.

"How can you say that?"

"Because the real Cameron would've scolded me for following her, not thanked me for it."

"But I told you, things have changed. I've changed."

"I don't want a changed Cameron, I want MY Cameron."

"John, give me a chance please. Come back with me and I'll show you."

He considered the offer for a moment, but then he shook his head. Cammy's eyes filled with tears. Even though he knew this wasn't the same Cammy, it hurt him to see her like this.

"Cam, I'm sorry I…"

And then she slapped him. The impact hurt him so much that it knocked him right to the ground. And Cameron was horrified at what she did.

"JOHN! John, I'm sorry I didn't mean to…"

And then suddenly shots ran out and Cammy dove on top of John's body to shield him from incoming projectiles. One of the shots hit Cammy, and an electrical shock went through her body. She realized at that moment that whatever was shooting was aiming for her, and it knew how to deactivate her. Her last thoughts were about John, just before she temporarily shut down.

John sat up, cradling the deactivated Cammy in his arms. But a projectile fired right at him, and hit him right in the forehead. Luckily it was a tranquilizing round. His last thoughts were about Cameron, or the Camerons, just before he slipped into unconsciousness. Again.

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A/N: Muhahaha a cliffhanger! Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

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