Ok, I've been so lazy. That is my reason and not an excuse. My sister finally yelled at me and told me to get off my butt.

So here it is.

Hope you guys enjoy.

"Have you… Did you and him…?" John couldn't force himself to finish.

A Few Hours Earlier

It had been awful to get to the hospital only to find out that Riley had escaped and not returned. He wandered around asking nurses and various doctors if she had walked out on her own or been taken. Nobody had wanted to say anything especially when he couldn't produce identification.

Afraid they would call the cops again, John decided to search for Riley himself.

Last nights events were still playing through his mind torturing him as he scoured all the local hangouts that Riley frequented. His frustration mounted as the blonde remained missing. The day was getting older and the afternoon temperature was already climbing.

Exhausted and emotionally drained John was finally ready to go back and humbly apologize to his mother while managing to hide from Cameron and Derek. He knew Derek would not let him be for that little stunt in the closet even if it had been the ex-soldiers fault.

Sensing he was about to rehash the heat and feel of Cameron's very real skin plastered against his, John stopped and parked in the only familiar spot he knew. It was funny that the last few days when he had felt too overwhelmed he had returned to the park where he had first seen his father and uncle innocently playing ball.

"I was over her, I am over her. I have Riley, why can't I be satisfied with that? God I'm such a freak." He berated himself as images of Cam overtook his anxious mind. "Who am I kidding?"

John lifted his head from the steering wheel and peered out to see his father chasing a ball. The ball came really close to a nearby bench but he caught it before he could disturb the couple on it.

John refocused his tired vision and was able to make out a wheelchair. A familiar looking wheelchair.

"What the hell?"

He knew that guy. Edward, Eddie…no Eric. The guy from the library. The one Cameron had been visiting for a few nights. The one that was apparently a little too close to his "sister."

He leaned forward onto the wheel observing Cam and Eric. He couldn't really tell but it looked like she had grabbed his hand. 'Ok, don't overreact she's probably just doing recon. Checking vital signs and such.'

Cameron let go of his hand and wiggled her fingers in front of him. John wanted to get closer but he didn't dare. He wanted to find out how deep the relationship went and that would not happen if Cameron realized he was right there.

She stopped moving her fingers and turned to Eric. They continued talking until John figured nothing else would be happening. He was about to start the truck when he saw Cameron stand up and kiss the man. The keys slipped from John's hand and fell beneath his seat.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!!" John cried automatically reaching underneath him to retrieve them. He grasped the key ring but only succeeded in pushing them further back. He would have to get out of the truck now. He threw the door open. He immediately stuck his head under the steering column.

A silver glint directed him and he grabbed the keys scraping his knuckles. "Fuck!"

He turned his back briefly to them as he nursed his now bleeding hand. "Fucking Metal." He shook his hand and turned. Cameron was bent over the guy, her long brown hair hanging down shielding them from his view.

John's blood boiled and he gripped the keys extra hard. Relishing in the pain caused by the keys biting into his palm. Cameron was now cupping the guy's cheek her fingers curling around his jaw line and down to his neck.

The man stopped her but John had seen enough. A few quick strides and he was before them. They were so caught up in each other they had not noticed him standing there listening to the last dregs of their conversation.

"I'm sorry. I was just kissing my friend." Cameron said looking confused.

"Well, lets wait for that part of our friendship, okay." Eric held her hand and she sat back on the bench.

"Friendship? Is that what they call it now." John blurted out, the look in his eyes murderous. "Cameron, home now!" he snapped.

He was pleased to see Cameron instantly followed his command and rose but Eric held her hand, "you can't tell her what to do." She sat back down quietly.

Cameron looked between the two of them unsure of what to do. She was sitting at the very edge of the bench ready to get up but not moving an inch. John was not about to have his authority challenged especially not by library boy.

John ripped her hand from Eric's and dragged her up with him, "Yeah I can. Say goodbye Cam."

"Bye, Eric." Cameron said allowing John to yank her away.

John could feel rage sweeping through him. It was that same rage that had taken over when he had killed Sarkissian. The only difference was the rage wasn't directed outwards but inwards. He had neglected Cameron. He had saved her from the scrap pile sure but he had treated her worse than trash.

Between the missions and his mom's hallucinations and Derek's questioning looks, John had learned to hide his true feelings. Feelings that were suppressed so far down that they kept him up at night. He sighed, yet again he was being a jerk and abusing her purpose.

He was just about to tell her to go and that he'd see her at home when he noticed not only had she not gotten in the truck but she was standing still gazing wistfully at the man in the chair.

"Get in, Cameron." John shouted, his jealousy overriding his common sense.

She didn't move or say a word. She instead adjusted her sight until their gazes collided. Brown imploring with the determined green. She looked almost depressed. "He is my friend, John."

"I don't care, get in the truck."

"I do not answer to you John. I only answer to future John." she said simply yet she made no attempt to rejoin her friend.

"Well for all you know Future John is dead and I'm the only John left. So. Get. In .the. Fucking. Truck." John pronounced each word angrily as he walked around the vehicle and closer to her.

They stood inches from each other. His harsh breath fluttering across her pretty face.

"I don't want to," she replied laying her palm onto his chest. "Your heartbeat is accelerated. I should drive. Too much adrenaline is coursing through your body it could impair your judgment. A car wreck would displease Sarah."

Without warning his hand shot out and gripped the top of her arm painfully tight. Well on a normal person but though Cameron did not register pain, John knew that her sensors were picking up on the power of the grip.

He shoved her into the truck and slammed the door. He stalked around the hood and jumped up into the seat. He jammed the keys into the ignition and tore out of the parking lot.

They drove around for a while. Cameron looking out the window playing with a necklace. John briefly took his eyes of the road taking in the trinket. "Have you… Did you and him…?" John couldn't force himself to finish. Instead he drove to the same spot he had taken Riley.

The lights of the city shinned brightly illuminating the cliff and giving the few cars there a bit of a romantic vibe. The silence broken only by occasional giggles and the unmistakable sounds of people making out.

"This is not our home."

"No, its not." John rubbed his face tiredly.

"This is a make out spot. A place to copulate. Are we here to copulate?" she asked noting the various motions of the cars around them.

"Jeez, Cam. No we aren't here for that. We probably shouldn't be screwing around since we are playing brother and sister." John was trying not to think about how secluded and far from his relative's eyes he was at the moment.

"I don't understand. The truck has sufficient room to accommodate us. If you move over and I sit on your lap we could "screw around." Is it because I am your sister?" she asked.

"You are not my sister. We are only pretending." This was getting him nowhere unless you counted really turned on. He was not about to that here. There were not interruptions to be had and he didn't think he could stop himself if things got too far.

"Are you a stranger or friend?" she asked again confusing John.

"What?"

"Eric said I can kiss and hug a stranger or friend but not you because you are my brother and it would be weird. I can do so on… I believe he meant sex with a friend or stranger. So I can screw around with Eric but not you. Correct?"

John had never realized he had such a hair trigger temper. Maybe it was only when Cameron was involved that his temper got away from him. He slid across the seat, his fingers encasing her wrists. "Not correct at all. You cannot screw around with Eric because you are a machine. If he found out about you, he would be in danger and we would have to protect him or kill him. Do you understand? You are putting him in danger." John explained not releasing her wrists.

"You do the same with Riley? Why is this different? I could screw around and not be found out I've done it before." she replied.

"Don't Cameron." He paused, 'Was it future John she was referring to?'

"Riley doesn't mean…I mean she does but…its just different. I don't want you doing anything with this Eric guy. You can see him but nothing else. Got it?"

"Are you jealous?" It was such a shock to hear her say it that John dropped her wrists as if burned.

"No, why would I be? I'm not your boyfriend or anything. I just don't want any more strangers around us." He completely sidestepped the question and he had a feeling that Cameron knew that.

"I was jealous," she confessed. "I don't like her. She is dangerous. She cannot give you what you want."

He had not seen how close they were. He was starring into her eyes, "What do I want?"

"You want to be ordinary. You cannot be ordinary. You are John Connor, that makes you special." she pressed her lips lightly against his neck and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.

"I'm special?" he asked allowing her to scoot him back against the seat. She somehow maneuvered herself on his lap, her legs spread open on either side of him.

"Very."

His head laid back on the seat, he could feel the cool touch of her fingers as they ruffled through his short hair. She had untucked both his undershirt and overshirt. Her hands deftly sliding under the fabric and gliding under his toned abdomen.

"You've been training with Derek," it was a statement not a question. He sat up straight as he felt her undo his belt buckle.

He stopped her hands, "Cam. We shouldn't. If mom finds out she'll scrap you and castrate me."

Cameron removed her hands and John breathed out in disbelief. He couldn't believe he stopped her. He had just stopped this really incredibly beautiful girl from having her way with him. 'What is wrong with me? I'm such a loser.'

While John had been occupied with the self-pitying thoughts. Cameron had been busy. "John?"

Whatever breath he had was expelled quickly as he regarded the sight before him. He blinked and shook his head but the vision did not go away. Cameron was sitting on his lap completely topless. She leaned forward and he groaned at the feel of her chest on him.

He shakily wrapped his arms around her and she pressed even closer. He heard a tearing sound and he immediately felt the skin to skin contact. "What am I gonna tell Mom when she asked why my shirt is torn down the middle?"

"There are worse things to tell her." Cameron whispered.

"Yeah, like what?" John asked one hand skittering close to her side and up to her breast.

"I could tell her that we were screwing around." she said a little evil smile on her face.

"Castration, remember. Bath of dissolving chemical for you."

"I promise not to tell." Cameron whispered and shut him up.

John had always dreamed of kissing Cam especially after he met her. Even being a terminator had not dampened his enthusiasm. After the explosion he had been careful and the lust had mostly faded but now he knew it had just been dormant. Waiting for the perfect opportunity.

If he had not been messing around with Riley he would have probably stayed on his bed with his protector doing things that would have gotten him a serious beating from Derek.

He had all the opportunity now. Nobody to suddenly barge in or stop them. He should have known that his life never went easy or lucky. Cameron was just undoing his jeans when a bright light shined into the car startling him.

"Sir, could you please step out of the vehicle." a brash voice shouted from outside.

"Do you want me to take care of it?" Cameron asked.

"No, but you might want to put on your shirt. I don't want anybody else to see you." he pecked her mouth and she complied. John slipped into his own shirts but they remained open down the middle.

They had been so occupied that he hadn't noticed that several couples were already out of their cars in various states of undress. John rolled down the window and put on his cheesiest smile.

"Evening officer, how can I help you?"

"Mind stepping out of the car, son." The cop motioned with his flashlight and John reluctantly got out and stood against the truck squinting as the light swept over him.

The cop raised an eyebrow and John self consciously gathered the two halves of his shirts together. He blushed but looked the cop in the eye as if daring him to ask anything. The cop hid a smile and shinned the light into the cab.

"Wanna come out too, sweetheart?"

"No." came Cameron's reply. John stepped forward but the cop shinned the light at him again.

"She's shy, let me get her." he said hands out just in case the guy was trigger happy.

"Knock yourself out kid." The officer stepped back and John poked his head into the cab.

"Cameron, come out here. We don't want to cause the nice policeman any trouble." John said through clenched teeth. Sweat was already rolling down his back. If they checked his prints he was done for.

Cameron nodded and stepped out on the other side. She jumped onto the back of the truck and then jumped down next to John. The cop stared at her but made no comment.

"You folks seen anything out of the ordinary here tonight?"

John rolled his eyes. He wanted to say, with my life normal is scary.

"John saw my breasts." Cameron supplied.

The cop to his credit muffled his laughter rather well, " I imagine a pretty girl like you and a guy like him, that is out of the ordinary all right."

John scowled at Cameron but she just looked pleased as if she had helped.

"Alright. We've had a rash of robberies up here. I suggest you two don't linger."

John agreed and Cameron went to her side of the truck, "Hey kid. Nice job." the cop said.

John ignored the laughing and watched until the cops drove away. Other couples got into the cars and also began to leave one after the other. "Don't ever blurt out something like that again, Ok?"

"I won't blurt out that your touched my…." John's hand covered her mouth and she looked at him curiously.

"I am still having a little trouble with that. It still new for me." John replied taking his hand away.

"Yes, thank you for explaining." She smiled as he backed up the truck.

"Nice necklace, where did you get it? And don't tell me Echo Park." John said laughingly.

"Eric gave it to me. I was going to do some things for him but I didn't get a chance. He bought it for me anyway to replace the one you ripped off." she explained.

John smile faded, his narrowed eyes emphasized by the red traffic light. "Did he?"

He reached over but Cameron caught his hand, "no John. It's mine. It was a present."

He yanked his hand from her grasp and ignored her the rest of the way home. She attempted to talk to him but he just snapped at her until she chose to be quiet instead.

He knew why he was acting like this. She had never desired anything from anybody. It didn't matter that she wanted to sleep with him not when she wanted to keep stuff from another guy. Cameron no longer looked to him for guidance she had someone else and that bothered the hell out of him.

The driveway was quiet like the house, light were on but that was not usual. Thinking that maybe his mom and Derek had gone on another three dots goose chase he sipped up his jacket just in case so they wouldn't see his shirt if they were home.

He opened the door. The TV was on but nobody was in the living room. He approached the kitchen and was delighted to see that his mother had not cooked. Sitting on the table were four plates. A pot of something that smelled delicious was sitting on a cutting board in the middle of the table.

Cameron came up behind him but he went around her. She caressed the bullet at her throat and John restrained the impulse to remind her who she was here for.

"Mom? Derek?"

"They went to the warehouse to load up on some more supplies. I was told to wait for you."

The man emerged from the darkened room that John knew to be his mother's. Cameron stepped in front of John shielding him. "Who are you?" Cameron said in John's voice.

"Don't you recognize me Cammi?"

Cameron threw the lights on and the man blinked at the sudden glare, "Why are you here, Kyle?"

"Kyle?" John repeated. "Kyle Reese?"

"The one and only," the man responded and stepped up to hug Cameron. "Long time, little sis."

"Long time, big brother."

John was staring back and forth between the two. "Kyle, Kyle Reese?" John repeated again.

"Yeah, are you ok John?" Kyle went to put his hand on John's shoulder but John moved away. "You sent me back, I'm here for Sarah."