Summary: John/Cameron drabble that isn't actually a hundred words because being concise is not my strong point. Originally posted to livejournal on 10.28.2008
Perfect
She is perfect.
She will never have a sunburn or a zit, will never freckle or bruise. Her body will never hint at her secrets; there will be no scars to keep as reminders. (She cannot forget.)
She's exactly the right height to rest her head against his shoulder, exactly the right size to fit into his arms, exactly the right shape to curl up against at night.
She could kill him before he could blink but she doesn't and she won't. She would die for him without hesitation.
She smiles rarely, but they aren't the kind of people that have much to smile about.
She's awkward and infuriating but sometimes she understands him better than anyone else.
She's curious and relentless and beautiful and everything he can imagine wanting.
She isn't human and he doesn't pretend otherwise (and machines don't feel but she seems different) so when he says I love you and she rests her hand over his heart, it's enough.
Enough is good, he thinks. Enough is perfect.