Thanks to those who reviewed and sorry for the late update (if you consider the time I took to update long…)

Starman800: Yeah, Sarah would have a heart attack and Derek would blow up a freaking town when he found out all his stuff is gone. I might go easy on them but if I do, where's the fun and action? I'm not too sure but if I can manage, there would be one more sequel after this and a last one, making the entire series a Pentalogies (but this is still tentative for the last one) so it could go either way as a Quadrilogy or Pentalogies

djpc450: Thanks. I think you'll like this if you like long chapter.

T.R. Samuels: Lol. And thanks, I'll reply your other review below.

gul rahn: About the response, it'll have to wait a time. All good things are worth the wait I think.

TK-MR: Thanks, I was hoping you guys would like it. I'm sorry if it wasn't clear but John and Cameron didn't stop the jeep and instead, John slowed down the jeep but they never stop nor alight. John knows it would be too dangerous to alight in the dark. So in the jeep, while they are travelling, they have to use the device and LOL. Thanks. (I'll try to keep it clear for the 'his' and 'her' next time. I admit, it was distracting for me when I read other stories)

cptlatnok: LOLS!!!! Anyway, thanks for that laugh and this review.

Sigma: Thanks. I'm glad you actually liked that scene. I was a little afraid that scene would seem too cheesy or something. I'll be explaining how Cameron feels about John when she lost her memories and her deduction to why she reacted like that. And yes, the last scene is amusing…Thanks!

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T.R. Samuels: Thanks so much for this long one! And I'm so glad you like Amnesia-fic. I hope I don't screw up with this…I thought you people would enjoy the role reverse as more funny things would come up next. And about the narrative style, it was done on purpose as I really wanted to explore what each character felt. I know, I must have broken a million English short stories rules by doing that but I think if I explore both side of the characters, it would clear things up and also help with character development. Alright, the often use to character names and adverbs cancelled. I hope I haven't missed any though. And 1 question, would it be a problem if there were too many she/he in the story? And yeah, I'm now looking out mostly for grammar when I check my story. And for all the good…thanks so much for them. I'll preserve them for as long as I can! (Hope I don't lose them…) and about the link, I couldn't access it. Maybe you could PM it to me. And thanks again!

Here we go people. In case you don't know, this would be a chapter of Cameron and John in the motel plus a little gise of Cameron's amnesia and John's thoughts.

Chapter 3: Do I Remember?

"Well, this is it," John opened the door and held it for Cameron to walk in. She looked around curiously but dare not neither go near nor touch anything. John walked in after her, shutting the door, "I guess we could stay here for the night," John gulped, feeling strange to be calling the shots now that Cameron would be looking up at him for directions.

Cameron nodded at him, standing still.

"Well," John scratched the back of his neck, "Put the bag down and go bathe or anything, we can catch a nap later on," He forced an awkward smile. But Cameron stood there, staring blankly at him. John felt a shiver go down his spine as she started to frown, "Do you remember how to bathe?" John asked, cheeks flushing from even asking that. He was afraid he would faint if she said 'no'.

Cameron gave a tentative nod and John heaved a sigh of relief.

"We don't have any soap," She stated finally. John could have kicked himself that very moment; he had forgotten the most basic product! He started to panic, embarrassed. He scurried hurriedly to the bathroom and prayed that they did provide at least soap and to his relief, they did!

"There is, in here," John shouted from the bathroom, emerging to find Cameron already topless, unbuckling her belt with fluid motion of her fingers, "Cameron!" John yelped, rushing over to stop her from pulling down her now unbuttoned jeans. His hands covered hers to stop her from pulling her jeans down, fingers brushing the skin in her unbuttoned jeans a little, "Do this in the bathroom," He explained, clearing her confusion.

John blushed as his eyes looked at her black satin bra and her exposed skin. He felt an intense boner coming on soon as his mind wandered off to 'paradise'…John snapped himself out of it, realizing his hand is still on Cameron's which is on the entrance of her unbuttoned jeans. His face flushed into a deeper red.

John brought her to the bathroom, made sure all things were in order, made sure she know how to manage by herself in the bathroom and collected her clothes for her to wear for night. After assuring himself she'll be alright, he walked out, imagining her starting to undress and soon, the water started to rush with a loud spray.

He sighed, feeling his tired bones about to break. John collapsed on his stomach onto the soft bed. He started thinking about the few times he and Cameron stayed in bed together. She was holding him and whispering to him, almost pampering him with too much love. Now, he knew, it was his turn to do that.

John shifted on the bed a little and started to drift off to sleep, thinking of new ways to make Cameron feel safe and make her understand she's not all his to control; which is how she's acting, it's like she's a puppet for him which is making John feel uncomfortable.

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The water was refreshing on her sticky body. Cameron started running her hands over her body, marveling at how perfect it all was. Was this me before? So perfect? Absolutely flawless? If this John really who she loved? Just what made me lose my memories? Can I get it back? The wave of questions engulfed her mind, making it almost impossible for her to bathe.

She cut off the flow of water with a light flick from her finger on the tap. Once again, Cameron amazed herself with her graceful movements from time to time. She resisted the urge to grumble in frustration of not knowing anything about herself and worse, her lover.

How was our progress? I know that a person get involved in sexual activities when they are very much in love but is the relationship between John and I to that extent yet? What's going on?!

She started to soap her body, frowning as she strained her mind to remember anything at all, especially about John, the boy whom she felt so strongly the moment she thought she first saw him. When she opened her eyes, he looked so worried over her. She remembered herself blurting that she loved him but who was the one who said that? The confused me or the past which really loved John? Or did I love him so much to the extent of just reacting?

But one thing is for sure, she can bear to trust this boy more than she can ever trust anyone else; even herself, although she hasn't had much interaction with others. But deep down she knew.

Suddenly, her head wound began to throb over her other wounds which she felt at some moments. She gasped, leaning on the wall. Her temple where the wound is felt like it was on fire.

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips:

I love you…

Was the last thing she heard before a blinding flash of light engulfed her mind, eyes and her entire being…

"What's your name?" Her voice was accompanied with the voice of the teacher which was now background music to her compared to her interest to this new boy.

"John," The uncertain voice replied.

"Cameron," A smile spread across her lips. She saw the boy tensed up a little but managed a nod. She knows he's resisting the urge to gasp at her.

"And-" the teacher bent over, "No talking while I'm talking,"

She practically examined this new boy, John; now she knows his name. He was almost flushing as the class giggled at them. The entire time at class, he was so quiet and kept his head down, literally but she knew why. He needed someone so badly and only she knew.

"John," Her soft voice rang into his ears as she joined beside him, walking down the hall to his locker.

"Hi," He managed a small greeting. Although 'don't talk to anyone' was the stern warning from Sarah Connor, he couldn't resist trying to talk to this girl. Somehow, to him, she felt extraordinary and different, not just physically but something in her voice and eyes told him a 'code' he couldn't decipher.

"You just moved here?" She continued probing as he arrived at his locker, still quiet and feeling awkward but wary.

"Yeah," He forced a reluctant smile with a nod.

"Sucks for you," She said, in an insanely irresistible cuteness and gentleness to it, throwing her head back and giving a short laugh; which John instantly felt triggering it off again just for the pleasure of his ears. He, once again, gave a nervously laugh along with her. He'd hate to put her up with coldness and neglect after all her effort to communicate.

John had to say something, "Erm, so…how long have you been here?" He asked nervously, opening his locker, cursing his wobbly legs and fingers which were almost trembling with excitement.

"A while," She smiled, "Long enough to know how much school actually bores you," She laughed along with John this time, who felt his tensed shoulders relaxed to his surprise. She could tell he was resisting the urge, again, to scrunch his face up in concentration to be wary but he couldn't.

"Yeah," He grinned stupidly. 'No one is ever safe…' a small voice said softly to him yet dangerously. "Er…listen, I got to go to the next class so…" He mentally punched and bashed himself as he saw her disappointment of being rejected by a boy straight in the face.

"So…" She dragged it a little while, rolling her eyes, "Maybe I'll see you later?" She asked hopefully.

John nodded, trying to push down his enthusiasium to their next meeting, "Yeah," He said with a smile.

"Okay," she grinned, "Bye," Adding nervously before brushing pass him to her own class. John found his eyes following her as she moved down the corridor. He noticed the unnatural grace to her movement and John knew she's definitely an 'art person'.

He realized he's obsessed and helpless attracted to her. John couldn't keep his eyes off her but he tore himself away and slammed the locker door shut, leaving in the opposite direction.

Yes, he'd definitely meet her again…

Cameron's pain subsided, leaving her with a throbbing temple. She sat down, shivering in fear. She thought of shouting for John but her throat disallows it, it was dry and felt raw. Slowly, her wobbly legs decided to push her up. She switched off the running water and stood there, trembling.

Slowly, her headache was gone, leaving no trace of it even happening. She was frowned, puzzled. Cameron continued showering and dressed when she was done. Exiting the bedroom, she glanced at the clock to realize she had spent half an hour in the bathe. She puts on an apologetic look as she turned towards the bed, ready to face John's fury but instead, she heard his slow breathing; somehow, she knew he was asleep.

Cameron took on light and soundless steps, sitting down beside John, on the bed. She watched him sleep, studying his charming and charismatic face features. Cameron couldn't help it when she reached out to stroke his hair, running her fingers through his short spikes of dark hair.

Cameron smiled to herself as she studied John, sprawled on the sheets on his stomach. He looked funny…

Somehow, she practically felt how tired and sore John's bones were; she could feel it in hers. John's brows knitted together mildly, sending his facial skin into slight folds. Cameron ran her thumb over them to smooth them out. She hated to see John frown. To her surprise, John stirred a little, mumbling her name and relaxed completely again.

Cameron leaned over to kiss him on his temple before lying down beside him, her wet hair spread out over the bed.

Cautiously, Cameron placed her hand on his back, watching him sleep, slowly drifting off to sleep herself.

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His slumber slowly faded into thin air, leaving his mind fuzzy but warm. He kept his eyes closed for a second, waiting for them to clear before opening them but something stopped him.

John sniffed the air eagerly but not exaggeratingly. That smell couldn't be more familiar; the soft vanilla scent made his heart soar. Excited, John opened his eyes and there she was.

A picture of perfection lay before him, sleeping with one hand on his back. She was close, so close but there was a difference from last time. John realized she was curled up like a fetus and not stretched out gracefully like in the past. She's scared…

John turned over onto his back cautiously, not wanting to wake her. When he was on his side, he dug into his shirt and fished out the necklace: 7.09am was what his eyes and the device told him. He smiled as his eyes swept over the photo again, bringing in welcoming memories. Eventually, he placed it back into his shirt and watched Cameron sleep.

Her arm was still over his waist but this time with his hand on hers. John leaned over, wanting to steal a kiss from her when his ears pricked and he heard her soft breathing as he neared her.

John froze, trembling finger reaching over and held it under her nose. It flew back when he felt hot air on his skin. John's frown came again as his eyes sought their way to her chest which rose and fell according to her breathing pattern. He blushed as she stirred and her shirt slipped, showing off a portion of the cleaver to her breasts.

Suddenly, Cameron's eyelids snapped open. She retrieved her hand from John's waist and brought it to her, curling up tighter like a frightened child. Her eyes were wide with fear as they darted around to everywhere except John.

"Cameron," John whispered, leaning in. Cameron stifled a scream before looking John in the eye, searching his for assurance and to her relief, they were there. She leaned forward and threw her arms around her neck. John let her, patting her back, "What's wrong? You had a nightmare?" John asked gently, feeling stupid to be asking this stupid question knowing that the answer would be n-

"Y-yes, I think," was her uncertain reply. John forced a short nod, tightening his hold on her. She calmed after a while.

"Cameron, it's still early and I don't want you to be too tired in the day. We have so much to do. Can you catch a nap while I bathe? I stink," John said gently to her. Cameron gave in with a reluctant nod, "good. I'll be right back before you know it," He stood up from the bed, tucking her under the blanket and collecting his clothes, going to the bathroom.

He didn't bother to lock the door, wanting to rush out at the slightest sound he heard from Cameron, even if he's naked but preferably he don't want to get caught naked.

John turned on the shower after practically ripping off his clothes and jumping into the bath. He moaned in contentment as warm water gushed down onto his body and accompanied by soap. He realized he'd have to start to formulate a plan for his –their- lives from now on, planning every move with intelligence and rational. He cannot be rash and angst anymore. He didn't have time for that.

Cameron needed him now and he'd give her all he can offer, even his life for hers. Something he failed to accomplish in the past. John was so inconsiderate that he left Cameron to someone else who love her to fill his empty seat in her heart. Not anymore…John decided, that is his place and it always will be. No one can replace John Connor.

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Meanwhile, Cameron was tossing and turning in bed, feeling unsecured somehow. She knows John is in the shower; just a distance away but she just didn't like it. Her nightmare bothers her a lot. It was so real…And the best part, she remembers it clearly and specifically in every angle and they did not fade away like how she remembered nightmares to be.

Remember…how I dare use that word. Well? Do I remember? Anything at all? I can't even remember the one I loved! Who are my parents? Are they dead? I can't even remember my lover's name before he told me!

But through all this thought process, only one is flashing in front of her eyes and that's her nightmare.

She walked up behind him, a bag sling over her shoulder, making sure to make least noise. She peer pass his brown hair and saw a picture of herself and all her data in the school database.

"You're full of secrets," She whispered teasingly, "You didn't tell me you were in this class," She sat down beside him, settling and getting ready for computer class. She saw him jump as she startled him, closing the window which he hacked into frantically. The look on his face when he turned made it hard for her not to laugh.

He smiled, avoiding her question.

"You freak the hell out of me if you want to know the truth," She said shyly. John's lips parted in disappointment that he frightened her but nodded, "You were hacking," She told him, as if reminding him how serious his offense was.

"I just-"

"You want to find some time after school," She interrupted, "Y'know, help me with this computer stuff?" She said louder than just a whisper.

"I'm sorry I really can't. My mom is kind of uptight; she wants me to come home straight after school and…" His voice trailed off as the teacher walked into the computer lab, greeting the students and mild greets back to him. He started talking but John wasn't listening and neither was Cameron. She didn't need a written card of apology to know she's been rejected.

"Sorry" was all John whispered to her over his shoulder. He saw her mouthing back with a smile.

'It's alright' and she turned away from him, concentrating on the lessons. He smiled to himself and knew that was definitely a sign that he'd been forgived.

The scene of the lab faded into oblivion and a fully functional classroom emerged, with students, as usual with John by her side. But there was a new teacher and Cameron knew there was something wrong. He'd not human.

Her face darkened as she stared at him. Her brows almost furrowing with difficulty as she contemplating what to do. She can't pull John and run out for the fact he would give chase and John can't run fast enough before he catch up to them.

Suddenly, she spotted John turning to her with a questioning look before she said, "Here," shouting to the new teacher. The teacher stared at her for a moment before proceeding to the list he had.

"Reese," the cold voice rang out. Cameron's muscles tensed on her command, ready to jolt up, "Is there a John Reese?" She started praying John would not raise his hand and-

John cleared his throat mildly, hand raised.

"Good," was all they heard before a gun was whipped out from under the table and a bullet soared through the air. She jumped up from her seat, spotting John dive for the floor, unharmed. To her relief, he walked with his body bent so as to avoid the bullets. Cameron bent down and followed him swiftly before she spot bullets flying their way, hitting the wall a little above her.

On instinct, she stood up and spun around. There was only time for a sharp alert of a bullet in her shoulder blade before she hit the floor, trying to recover. Cameron heard the glass broke as she saw a blurry version of John, diving out of the window. The teacher followed after dismissing the frightened class.

Cameron got up stiffly, ignoring gasp from students and marched out after her charge and the enemy.

She marched to the car park; hearing gunshots. She hoped John was alright and would be while she obtained 'weapons'.

Unlocking her jeep, Cameron ignited the engine almost as she sat in it, charging forward and sending the tires into endless screeching. She steadied the jeep into a straight charge as she saw the 'teacher' standing a few distance away, pointing at something blocked from her view, most probably John.

Those made her go on full blast. The 'teacher' was drove up onto her windshield and flew into the parking lots, landing with a harsh dent to the floor. She put the jeep into a quick reverse gear and kicked open the door, ignoring the protest from the lock on it.

"Come with me if you want to live,"

To be continued…