Thanks to those who reviewed!

Nathan Riddle: Wow, I can't believe you could survive this long after thinking John and Riley had sex. If you go back to read just that part, you'll notice, Sarah stopped them just in time when she called for John. I'm glad you're enjoying this.

TSCC FAN: Yeah, I realized and definitely more cuteness in this chapter. Thanks!

Nomad79: Thanks. I won't say there's a huge storm coming but I would say there's definitely one. Seriously, I love hearing your guess . but I can't give out any major spoilers, but you can ask me if you really insist on having them (please PM about your guess or any other spoilers you want me to give away) Thanks once again!

Cptlatnok: *sighs* I'm still working on the grammars and started correcting them every time. Thanks for the heads up about it. Aren't too stormy but there's one small passing one coming. Sarah and Derek…maybe…I can't say. It's just for you to guess and anticipate.

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TK-MR: Sorry! I have no idea why I always end up with these annoying errors…sorry again and thanks for the heads up! (For the first review) Yup, I thought it'll be fun for me to bring that up again. Although they aren't exactly posing as brothers and sisters anymore, I think it would be kind of funny if John still felt like her brother. Lols. Yup, they would start it up soon, in fact really soon. I know, that's exactly the issue a lot of haters have to this story. Cameron's too human. Sorry if that bothered you but warning, she's about to get more human. Lols. Thanks!

Alright, in this chapter: John and Cameron's storm starts brewing when Cameron decides to pursue a memory she regained but ignored initially.

WARNING! CHILDREN UNDER 11 PLEASE STAY AWAY!!! (Or if you freak out easily.)

Chapter 10: At home

He watched her lovingly, not moving a muscle. He was afraid to wake her from her slumber. She looked different when she slept but John couldn't put the particular word to it that would do her beauty any justice. Her eyes moved aimlessly under her eyelids occasionally. He's sure she's dreaming; he only wanted to know what it was about.

An hour ago, John told Cameron to go to sleep and he was prepared to but when he closed his eyes, he saw her with a 9mm, its muzzle resting on her temple. Her last word snapped him back to consciousness, 'Liar'…

That's what he'd been to her in the past. When Future John left and he swore to himself, he'd protect and care for Cameron. But he lied. His love for her was shaken by her one small glitch to kill him. So Cameron's right, he is a liar. No, -was-… Now, he's truthful but only about his feelings. Technically, this was all a lie to her. She had no choice into whether to forgive John to what he did to her but it was a risk he was too afraid to take. God this is screwing with my head! John groaned inwardly.

Gentle and cautious not to wake her, he shifted his arm on her waist and felt the soft and smooth skin there. He felt the warm seeping into his skin and almost scorching it, almost reminding John that she was real. He could hear her soft breathing at this close proximity. Softly, John sighed, contented as he listened to the steady breathing of Cameron.

He didn't even know when she started to breathe. Does she realize it? He wondered to himself. John remembered clearly, the last time, before Riley's appearance, when he lay in bed with her. John never heard any other breathing than his own. At that time, it freaks him out but he got used to it and accepts Cameron the way she is at that time. However now, he's really not used to hearing her breathe.

John shifted, listening unusually intent for ever noise she makes just by breathing, pushing himself closer to her. His forehead touching her temple, his arms tightened around her waist, his left hand squeezing her left, their legs intertwining tighter and her body closer to his.

She stirred, turning her head and facing him. He stared, unable to breath. John can't believe he was still captivated by her beauty every time she looked at him. As expected, Cameron's eyelids slowly lifted, revealing bleary but warm brown eyes. Her eyes bore into his for a moment before a charming smile graced her lips.

"Hello," John's hoarse voice whispered cheerily. Cameron chuckled, nuzzling her face closer to his. He took her closer to him gently, kissing her cheek softly, "How does it feel?" John whispered in her ear, breathing hot air at it.

She shrunk away a little as the hot air tickled her ear, sending her laughing softly, "This or…"

"That," John replied, as if reading her mind.

"I don't know," She replied, to John's dismay, "it's confusing for me."

A frown formed on John's face like waves pulling in onto the shore, slow but emphasized, "Why?"

"I don't know; it felt…'special'," Cameron said, almost muttering, "The motion, what we were doing, felt familiar," This sent a deep thud in John's chest. Dread spun around in his stomach, choking up his eardrums.

"Really?" John managed to choke out shakily. Before his eyes flashed a dreadful scene……

Her slender body practically danced along with his. The small light that seeped through the flap in the closed curtain made her glow. But the only thing that bothered John was the absence of clothes and the fact that the man wasn't him.

Their passionate kiss never faltered like they were long time lovers but they are not! A small voice in John's head screamed, Cameron's mine! We've been in love with each other for a long time! She's mine! Dread grew as John watched his hand fell to the buckle of her belt and hers on his buckle.

That does it; he kicked off and ran, feeling tears forming. He never turned back despite his mother's shouts after him.

"John?" Cameron's soft voice brought John back. He blinked, realizing tears have been forming. Her soft fingers rubbed away the tears with gentleness John never thought was possible, "Are you alright?" Her voice was thick with concern.

He never replied but looked at her pleadingly, pulling her into a sudden hug. He kissed the top of her head fiercely. Cameron curled up in his embrace, curious as to what was bothering John so suddenly. He felt terrible. He released Cameron, pulling her into a soft kiss.

To his surprised, she kissed back instead on questioning him. Cameron may not know what he wanted when he hugged her all of a sudden that may have hurt her but she knew what he wanted when he kissed her. Cameron knows John wants it, he needs some comfort from her now for reasons unknown to her, perhaps in her lost memories…

"Cameron…" John whispered, finally stopping their kiss to breath. Cameron breathed as well. They paused to gasped for air before looking into each others eyes and smiling, "That was…weird," John said.

"Is anything wrong?" She asked, wanting to know about the cause of his tears.

John thought for a moment before decided, "No, you're here and you're fine. Everything else is," He smiled.

"Tell me something about us," She requested suddenly.

"What?"

"Anything, please," Cameron mumbled, staring up at the ceiling.

John thought about it for a moment before he spoke, "We had our second kiss in a garage," John smiled. He saw Cameron's frown but that only widen his smile.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because, I was sad and you comforted me," John replied, almost laughing in pure happiness as he remembered that moment, "And we had privacy in there. I was depressed as hell about something and you…" John paused, smile disappearing as he remembered how Cameron had provided assurance to him back then. Being assured definitely felt better than assuring someone.

These few days allowed John to experience what Sarah had been through; taking care of him. It was a terrible feeling, especially if you are afraid and unsure what to do next. There was nothing to assure you when you felt scared or alone. It would sure be nice if He'd have someone there for him.

"What about our first?" Cameron asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"In a bedroom, on the bed." John grinned and kissed her on her temple.

"You seemed disturbed," Cameron stated, turning to John.

"Yeah, I am," He smiled, realizing nothing about him can escape Cameron's eyes.

"Why?" She asked, feeling his hand begin stroking her arm gently.

"Because…" He hesitated, wondering if he should tell Cameron about Riley and Future John and about the fact that the world's going to end. No…he decided. He wanted her to keep a pure and undisturbed mind; it helped him keep his in check and not go off to insanity, "because…it's not…really. It's nothing." He swallowed, drowning all the pain and sorrow anywhere he could.

Cameron bit her lips, wanting to make this better for John but she doesn't know what to do. She didn't know him well enough yet, or at least she believed she doesn't. Hoping this would be alright; Cameron leaned in and kissed him. He held the back of her head gently as they kissed.

Although she had lost her memory, she sure hasn't forgotten how to kiss. John thought, feeling the familiar and pleasurable feel of their kiss surge through his body. After a while they parted.

He couldn't help it as his emerald eyes wandered off and so did his mind. His eyes went down from her neck to her bare chest and he took a small glimpse of the cleaver of her breast under the sheets as it slipped. Cameron blushed, noticing what he was so attracted to.

Slowly, John felt himself begin to harden again as fatigue crept away from his rested mind and body. He couldn't stop staring.

The involuntary urge brought new strength to John's limbs. He sprang up quickly and in no time, he was above her, running kisses down her neck and to her chest. Her delicate and smooth skin made his lips feel like a sore panel. As he made his trail of kisses on her bare chest, Cameron's hand touched his shoulders. He paused, looking up at her almost annoyed at the interruption.

"You should rehydrate yourself," Cameron stated, voice filled with concern. Before John can replied or react, she sat up, her bare back leaning on the headrest, bringing up the blanket up to cover her modesty. John grinned, lunging forward and embracing her before she can slip out of bed and away.

"It takes more than the blanket, Cam," He smirked as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, pulling her firmly to him. She laughed; "You should've known better," John's muffled words send hot air to her skin. Throwing back her head, Cameron tried to get away from John as the hot breath tickled her skin softly.

"John!" She screamed between laughs as he moved to tickle her on the sides of her waist. Cameron quickly took the opportunity to shift to the other side of the king sized bed, trying to get down but John flung forward deftly and placed his arms tightly around her waist and ran kisses down her neck, continuing in his movement to press her down on the bed, they kissed. Cameron relaxed visibly, kissing him back passionately.

"You ready?" John grinned, pulling away their kiss. Cameron smiled and nodded, pulling him into a warm embrace, pressing her bare breast against his chest. John groaned and whined, staring at Cameron accusingly. They both forgot about hydrating as John got to work.

He found it a little less difficult but it was nonetheless; guess he'll have to practice to make it perfect. While he tried, Cameron rained his neck and broad shoulder with tender kisses.

"John…" She whimpered as he lagged behind, still having trouble.

"I could use help from the other party," John replied, feeling his unsatisfied urge deepen to an unbearable level. Cameron smiled cheekily, continue watching him. John gave her a short glare, aware that she knowingly left him to the lunch. He decided to get back at her.

Slowly, John pressed his hips against hers, brushing his member in between her legs in a slow and torturing moment for himself. He watched Cameron closely, smiling in triumph when she threw her head back and moaned softly, succumbing to this slow torture. Having her finally aroused by his torture, John attempted to slip in again...

Succeeding, he realized the rhythm now come to him naturally. Cameron closed her legs in a little and made her walls tightened around him subtly. He grinned, quickening his pace to match her desires.

John felt his limits coming but was reluctant to slow down, finding it pleasurable to watch Cameron drowning in ecstasy. He reached his limits and she felt a warm sensation at her lower abdomen as he exploded deep into her. John slowed to a stop, gasping for breath.

"Drink some water before we continue," Cameron stated bluntly. John grinned and withdrew from her reluctantly. However, he was happy she initiated to continue later on. Happy and satisfied, John slipped out from above her and to the floor. He cried out when his soft legs gave under him, leaving him to slip to the floor.

He saw Cameron dove forward but he fell on his ass and was thankful a carpet was there. She peered over the edge, chuckling. He growled before getting up, steadying himself. John snatched up his boxers and put them on.

Cameron smiled and got off the bed, sweeping off the bathrobes conveniently off the chair and put it on. John frowned as to where she got it but decided to hug her again. Whispering into her ear, "Love you Cam," John mumbled.

John received a light smile and kiss before she slipped away from him gracefully.

The couple went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, sharing it. Cameron took a glass and John drank four.

"Cameron, what time is it? I'm hungry," John asked distractedly, seeping at the water.

"4pm," Cameron replied simply from the living room after glancing at the digital clock.

"Suppose we have lunch now?" John asked hopefully. Cameron nodded, feeling her own stomach rumble, "Good, I'll cook," He smiled. John went to work to make lunch. Somewhere in Cameron's mind, she couldn't help but feel skeptical and somewhat worried.

"John?" Cameron decided to voice it out.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever cooked before?"

"Erm," John froze mid way as he took out a pot, "To be honest, no," He shook his head and admitted sheepishly, "I'm willing to try though." He offered, "Maybe you want to help me?" John asked. Deep in his heart, it scrunched up and hoped that this Cameron is at least somewhat similar to his Cameron, in other than looks.

John remembered clearly his Cameron definitely was an amazing cook. He'd never forget the cake she baked for him on his birthday. Yes, the same day that was wrecked when she gone haywire but John doesn't blame her now, he know she didn't mean anything. Sometimes, John wished she would at least remember a little.

"Yes," Cameron replied, leaving John to heave in silent relief and resist from jumping in joy, "I want to try to cook something by myself,"

John seemed to consider her idea before nodding, smiling at her brightly, and "It has been a while since I tasted your cooking."

"Was it good or bad?" Cameron asked curiously.

"Good, too good," John grinned, assuring her, "I'll leave you to your cooking alright?"

"Yeah, sure. Maybe you should go wash up?"

John seemed a little reluctant to allow her to cook alone and be so close to something so dangerous since her memory loss.

"I'll be fine."

That was all John needed to nod and smile, and finally walking away to bathe. Cameron watched John walk away. She thought about their situation for a moment before smiling to herself. She scanned the kitchen and walked to the refrigerator, before her head throbbed deeply.

The kitchen disappeared as did the fridge, throwing Cameron back to a pile of white blankness.

The kitchen was different. But this wasn't a homey kitchen; it was a kitchen in a stall. Warm smell of cakes wafted their way to her but she was unresponsive. She was too caught up with her conversation with John.

"Uh, Cameron, I really appreciate it. Go on, I want to taste the first cake you make," John grabbed her hand, nudging her temple with his forehead. Cameron shy away, grins back at him before scanning around the kitchen and taking in where everything is. John noticed Dawn, the baker, smiling at them. He smiled back in pride.

John watched intently as Cameron started to take a mixer pot out to add ingredients in it; which is unknown to him, stirring the mixture with one hand and taking the ingredients with the other. John stood by her in wonder at her multi-tasking. The hand which was stirring the mixture hardly wavered while she looked around for ingredients.

"What cake are you making exactly?" John asked curiously as Cameron picked up the bottle of vanilla essence and poured it into the mixture, stirring it without using the machine.

"A birthday cake," Cameron replied plainly, adding a little water to the sticky mixture which is starting to take on a brown colour. John licked his lips again.

"What kind?" John continued probing, reaching a finger in to steal a taste of the mixture.

"One of a kind," Cameron stated, slapping his hand lightly. John retrieved his hand back, rubbing it, looking like some of his ego just died. Cameron smiled to herself, amused but she also saw pride glowed into his eyes. She understood why: he felt like a normal teenager, here celebrating his birthday with her; he grinned from ear to ear.

Cameron recovered her posture in shock, in front of the fridge. She could hear her own heart pounding away in her ears. Blinking away the stars, she got to work. Almost subconsciously, she reached for a baking tin and some flour; silently, started moving and cooking according to her memory.

She worked fast and quick, wanting to finish this before John is done bathing. Soon, the mixture was placed into the oven. Cameron took a step back after adjusting the timer and temperature.

She heard soft footsteps and turned around expectantly as John rounded the corner and headed for the kitchen, topless.

"Hey how're you doing? Need any help?" He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pressed the side of his face to hers. She could feel his wet hair coming in contact with her long auburn ones.

"It's done," Cameron stated simply.

"Hm, what'd you make?" John asked curiously.

"Cake,"

"What kind?" John asked.

"One of a kind," Cameron blurted softly. She felt him stiffen. To her dismay, John let go of her, stepping back, turning her around to face him.

"Cameron," John stared into her eyes intently, "Do you remember anything? About us? Anything at all," He looked so hopeful and almost incredously that Cameron didn't have the heart to lie and give him a 'no' anymore. After what they've been through, she felt too connected to him now.

"Yes, a little," Cameron murmured.

John's eyes lit up, "Really? Which ones?"

"I remember baking a cake for you on your birthday and," Cameron started, "the fact you don't like me barging into your shower…"

John chuckled, cupping her face in his hands, "Not anymore," He grinned cheekily, "I want you to barge in. But then again, maybe you don't have to, I might consider leaving the door open…" He laughed. Cameron gave him a shy smile which was irresistibly cute to John's eyes. He embraced her, resting his chin on her head as she nuzzled her face into his chest.

"I also remember how we met," Cameron said shakily as the memory brought goosebumps to her. She felt John stiffen, "I know…" She looked up at John, trembling, "everything. What am I? John?" She asked him, almost afraid to know the answer, "I'm not human, am I?" She asked slowly and shakily, beginning to be afraid of herself.

"You're my wife. You're my beautiful wife," John smiled, holding her cheek gently, caressing her. She smiled, turning away, shy, "Cameron, what ever is out there, we'll be together and that's what important. I'd always love you," John said.

Cameron looked at him, nodding, "Before that, can you fill me in what's going on? I can't remember the whole story," She said.

"I'd rather let you find out," John replied, uncomfortably. He didn't want her to remember about Riley, "don't worry, you'll remember everything soon." He forced a smile, Cameron took it in, nodding and smiled, "But I just want you to know this. We're not citizens. But not criminals either. It's just some misunderstanding and we have to change our names from time to time when it is required alright?"

A flash of frown crossed her features but once again, her trust blindfolded her doubts, "Alright," She smiled, nodding.

"And remember this, Cameron, when you regain your memories, some things might be hurting, confusing and even made you…suicidal," John warned, feeling terribly guilty, "I did things, inhuman things to you but I swear, I loved you throughout that, all that. I love you, please, remember and don't forget." He began to shake his head slowly, "I can't lose you again, so don't…don't leave me. Ever. I love you, I always have"

To be continued…

This chapter is more of talk and less progress but as you have read, the troubles seem to be starting. (Partially)

Next chapter: One of Cameron's worst memories struck her and she was heavily traumatized by it as John tries his best to comfort and consol her. Cameron comes down to a decision that brought about more complications for their relationship. John, on the other hand, continues to fight the growing guilt.