Huge thanks to those who read/reviewed the story!

Cptlatnok: I didn't say she could and she vomited before she could finish a lap. She only knows she strokes. About the sick part, you'll have to find out. And you don't know yet how far her humanity has stretched but rest assured, it would be explained. I promise. Yup, Cameron has been through a lot and . Thanks!

TSCC FAN: Yup, that was the intended humor as Cameron is fickle.

mshig11: Thanks, I figure it would be good to go back to the old times where he taught her stuffs. It's up to your imagination but I mentioned club so they could have sneaked it or they could have paid their way in…Thanks, I was hoping you'll like that future part. Well, Cameron would sacrifice herself once in a while but John would always bring her back, like how he did in the show. Yup, but the two people might disappoint you…

Nomad79: Thanks. I won't get mad at opinions so don't worry. Yes, Cameron is a machine but there is something I have which would turn this fact around and it would be revealed in time, all you have to do is read and wait . It is really far away. As for your second part, it'll be answered along with the first one so please have some patience with me, I'm a slow writer. Thanks, I'm glad you liked the part about Ryan's grave. And there is nothing I can do about changing Cameron back but I do have a reason worth waiting for and it'll be there.

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kaotic2: Thanks and I'm glad I got you excited to read the next one. Hope this doesn't disappoint you. Remember, this would be less/no action but emotional stuffs.

TK-MR: Thanks and lols. You'll find out. Maybe. And thanks, I will!

WARNING: Sexual content, peeps below 14 and if you freak out with sexual content please stay out from this chapter.

Chapter 14: Voices at Night

John could feel her soft and silky hair splayed out on his bare chest, his legs intertwined with her smooth and long ones, her hand across his abdomen, her breasts pressing on his side. John could almost feel the thumping of her heart on his muscled torso.

The stillness out there frightened John and there is no way he can sleep now. His eyelids drooped down and threatened to pull him to sleep. He could hear voices, voices mocking him. John knows, it is all in his head. Telling him he's not safe. Telling him over and over again he had to protect her. John was sick of this happening every night.

His hands, which are resting on Cameron's bare shoulders cradling her, balled up into tight fist. John tried to fight it but was unable to push away the fatigue, especially after the exertion just a moment ago.

But those voices kept talking to him are like bees in his ears, buzzing away at nothing in the stillness of the night…

Cameron stirred, sitting upright. She froze and stiffened.

"Cam, what's wrong?" John spoke but she silenced him with her hand over his mouth.

"Shh," Cameron hushed him gently. She gestured for John to get dressed in the dark and he did wordlessly. The problem wasn't the darkness it was the silhouette of Cameron by the window with the moonlight bathing on her. The moonlight brought the curves of her body just the way that would make men's legs turn into jelly without even trying.

He hastily pulled on his jeans and tried to zip it. Cameron was oblivious to his troubles and instead walked pass him briskly. John hopped after her, following her out into the corridor.

Cameron picked up a shotgun. John resisted the urge to protest. Now that she had regained her memory, now that she was his Cameron again, she carried the shotgun and he had to carry a pistol, like last time. Like when she protected him and he felt safe.

John hated to admit it but he did not feel that Cameron was protecting him when she was 'asleep' though he knows she'd always protect him. John couldn't tell if it was the doubt for Cameron or he just wanted to protect her instead.

As they entered the dark living room, John heard a van pull up in their neighborhood, making hell of a noise in the silent dawn. Cameron pointed to the back door silently before heading there herself. John followed her, feeling the steadiness in his legs begin to slip as he thought of what happened…

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Her flawless and sexy body grinded against his muscular and well toned form. John could feel her hips under his larger hands. He couldn't stop running his hands up and down her curves. He couldn't resist it when Cameron proved she is all his by returning the affection, all the lust and all the love.

John leaned back as Cameron playfully straddled him. He can't help but notice the transformation. In the public, she was his shy and angelic fiancée but in bed, she a little more manipulative than usual. He doesn't mind, in fact he liked being manipulated by Cameron in bed.

He enjoyed staring at her when she did a new 'experiment' on their bodies and grew wide eyed at the sensation and John's reaction. He had to admit, she looked really adorable when she is curious or don't understand something.

Now she's doing that again. Staring wide eyed as she felt John's course hands feeling up and down by her sides, resting on her hips.

"Cameron." John mumbled into her ear, wanting her. But she was frozen and on top of him nonetheless. He laid back and smiled as Cameron submitted that awesome sensation to memory, remembering to ask John to do it some time again.

With Cameron straddling over John like that, she can feel his hardness under her, between her thighs. They stared into each other's eyes forever.

John saw what he always did in a person, life, warmth, ecstasy and most importantly, love. He admit, he never had a chance to see many people look at him that way, only his mom but behind the warmth and love, he can always see expectations, her hopes for his future burning deep into her soul and through hers, his.

Sarah's hopes have always been for his survival and for him to lead the resistance against skynet, winning the war for humanity. Sometimes, John Connor saw pride in his mother's eyes for him, knowing that the son she gave birth to will soon save humanity. However, he had also seen deep sorrow and apologies deep in them when she gazes down at him. It hurts John as much as Sarah for him to bear this fate.

But now with Cameron, John saw no expectation, no hopes for him, except for him to love her with his heart wholly. John knew he'd done it, he'd done what others thought was impossible and that was to run, from stopping the war, stopping his fate and the machines. In past, John just couldn't figure out why they were unable to stop Skynet.

However, John now know, that wasn't the case, because he found the answer. The answer, to bravely wait for the future to come, was to find the strength. The strength that burns inside of him like wild fire, licking and burning away every doubt of doing the impossible. It was love.

He needed to have a reason to let all this go and lead his life till the inevitable judgment day arrives and stop fighting it.

John knew, fighting skynet isn't being strong, it was running. By fighting back before the war arrived, it showed they are scared and wanted to prevent it from ever happening. He had to stop this cowardly acts but the truth is, what does it matter?

He had Cameron and that's enough for John. It was enough for him to let three billion die if it means she'll be alive and with him.

John know his love for Cameron drove him to let go of normal and lead a life he had been told he would since before he was born. His love for her drove him to do the impossible just to protect her. John's love for her turned him into John Connor; one man who accomplish a task only known to be accomplished by the gods high above, watching and waiting for the time where he needs to step in to save humanity.

"John," Cameron whispered, breathing hot air down his neck as she nuzzled her face into his neck.

"I love you," He blurted as he felt her bare breast gently rubbed against his chest unintentionally on Cameron's part. His breathing became erratic and his heart drummed against chest vigorously, pumping oxygen to his lungs to remind him to breathe.

"Cameron?" John panted softly into her ear. She didn't reply though he can still feel her breathing hot air down his neck, thus John continued, "I did this, all for you. As long as you stay with me, I'll win this war."

"For us?" She whispered to him, softly nibbling his ear.

"Yeah, for us."

Cameron withdrew from him, leaning above him and smiled, "Promise." She requested.

"Promise," John replied simply before sitting up a little just enough for their lips to touch and they kissed lightly. Their body moved against each other in a slow and deliberate movement. John pulled her down so she was laying on him. In a swift movement, John was above Cameron, biting his way down her neck gently.

She moaned out, sending an involuntary ecstasy running down John's body upon hearing Cameron cry out in pleasure…

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"John!" Cameron hissed. He jumped, breathing heavily in the silent night, "Be alert." She whispered in a reprimanding tone. He gulped and nodded.

John watched closely as Cameron brushed the back door with the tip of the finger downwards until they found the lock. John stared and frowned, realizing Cameron wasn't unaware of her abilities when she said she need a torch the day they ran away, she really lost her night vision.

John saw Cameron gestured to him to stay back. He gave a brief nod while his heart knew he wouldn't comply. The fear struck again as he watched with nervous eyes. Cameron crossed their backyard in the moonlight noiselessly and rounded the house after knowing the backyard is empty.

Finally, John can't take it watching her walking right into a devil's mouth. He dashed forward, footsteps silent in the night. Cameron turned around so quickly and soon, John saw the muzzle of her shotgun in his face. She frowned and lowered it immediately, pursing her lips and turning to head to the front of the house.

She peeked past the wall and saw two figures, talking. Cameron couldn't make out who are those two. But they are standing in front of their house, by the road under a tree. John cursed the clouds for blocking out the moonlight.

They strained their ears to listen.

"I saw them at the mart." A timid voice said softly.

"Yes, you did and you are stupid enough not to follow them," Another harsh one rang out in a low tone.

"I couldn't. The metal, it might know,"

"It might not."

John took in a sharp breath, glancing at Cameron. Her hand gripped the shotgun tightly till her knuckles turned white. John was almost certain that she'd dash out and kill those two on the spot. He strained his eyes and ears but could not make out their identities. Their low tone masked their voice and their identity.

"Whatever it is, I'll go looking for them in this area," The harsh tone rang out again softly, "You're coming with me." A strong Australian accent hit their ears like a tone of bricks as the woman stated that louder.

John frowned, committing their only clue to this two people to memory. The woman with the accent jumped into the van and the other rode shotgun before it sped off. John resisted the urge to growl out in frustration.

They had only lived here for a week and people are already after Cameron! John turned to her to find her pursing her lips. Without a word, she spun on her heels and took off in a brisk walk back into the house. John followed her, hoping this Cameron wouldn't go hunting down those two poor fellows.

He sat down at the counter while Cameron poured him a glass of water.

"Cameron," John spoke gently. Her brows are knitted as she filled the glass to the brim, "Cameron." He called her again while she placed the glass of water in front of him, "Cam-"

"Drink," She stated bluntly before rounding the counter and walked to their room, shotgun in hand all the time. John stowed his handgun back into his holster on his belt and followed her.

"Cameron, talk to me!" He growled as she flicked on the light to their room. John's eyes followed her and she crossed the room, opening the wardrobe and bringing down their empty bag, "Cameron, what the hell is this?!"

She threw clothes into the bag, "We're leaving. Find Sarah and Derek, you'll be safe then."

"What?" John practically whimpered out. He pulled himself together, "No!"

"John," Cameron stopped packing and faced him, "It's not safe." John froze as the words struck him like a ton of bricks.

"No, this is not safe but where is?" John spoke, pleadingly, "Please. This house…we can't leave."

"We have to."

"No!" He stated persistently, "I'm not leaving. I'm not returning to mom and Derek after all this! If those two are here to get me, I'm ready. I'm John Connor, I'm always ready. I have to be ready," John growled. Though she'll never figure the true reason. If they went back to Sarah and Derek, he might never see Cameron again. He saw hesitation flashed in Cameron's eyes.

"John we can't-"

"Cameron! I'm John Connor, not a whiney bitch anymore!" He interrupted her, "John Connor fight, is what I do. I don't run." John stated firmly.

"No, not yet." Cameron countered, "You're not future John. You're not that John who fights, not yet. You're not ready."

"I don't want to be Future John. I want to be this John. I want to lead an army being me. Not some heartless bastard who set his heart on winning the little chess match against skynet, forgetting all his soldiers! I want to be human." John took two steps and stood in front of Cameron, "You have to trust me on this. We can do this. It's time to fight back. If people come looking for a war, we'll give them one."

"But this John can't win fights," Cameron's hand touched his arm gently, "he can't win a war, not yet,"

"Let him try," John spoke softly, placing his hand on her shoulder as he felt her stand of her opinion waver, "Like I said, I'm not going back the path of Future me. Have faith in me. I can do this. I am doing this."

Cameron looked up at him quizzically.

"I am doing this." He repeated with a small smile as she looked down and gave serious thought to his suggestion.

"Alright." She said, "We can stay here but-"

"No more kicking back and relaxing," John interrupted and somewhat continued for her, "I know. It's time to kick some serious ass."

Cameron couldn't help but smile at John's silly expression of annoyance. She melted into his embrace, resting her head on his strong and broad shoulder. She can't help but notice the grown in his size and the slight bulge in his muscles. Maybe it's because of all the lifting of her.

John wrapped his arms around her petite frame, feeling her relax. John liked these moments they have without having Sarah and Derek around. It felt good and it brought him a feeling he had wanted, yet couldn't feel, for years. He felt safe, for once, just this moment.

"Cameron, I-" John started but before he know it, she shove him away hastily. He cried out in shock as he stepped back.

She dashed into the bedroom. John recovered quickly, running into the room after her. As he reached the bedroom, he saw her turning and running into the bathroom. He hurriedly followed and was shocked to find her bending over in the sink. Her hair draped over her face but John knows; she's vomiting again.

"Cameron…" He spoke softly, bending over with a hand on her back and the other holding up her hair in a bundle. He saw the yellowy substance began filling up the sink. Cameron reached up and switched on the tap, letting the water wash away her vomit and the stench. John's heart tore as he saw half digested food being washed over in the sink.

Finally she coughed and stood up straight. John delicately reached up and cupped her face in his hands. She looked pale and terrible.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine," She croaked out through her sore throat before turning over the sink and vomiting for the third time. John patted her on the back and held up her hair. Then he gently cleaned off any more vomit by her mouth and lips before leading her out of the toilet and to the counter. He offered her the glass of water she had initially poured out for him and watched her drink it up ravenously.

John later led her to the bed, promising with his heart and soul he'll look after her. However, Cameron wouldn't rest until he had allowed her to place a shotgun by the bed side table, and two handguns by John's bedside table, a shotgun outside in an umbrella stand, locking up all the windows and door and finally, promising he'll fix up a bolt on the door the next day.

Finally, she lay down. He waited till her eyelids drooped close and her breathing smoothed out before leaving her side to prepare 'rehydration' fluid. After all, it could be stomach flu.

John laid down by his side, gazing at Cameron's sleeping form. She looked so peaceful. He had never placed her health into any serious consideration, only her safety, which is a big mistake. He had never thought in his life she'll ever get sick.

John stared and began to dread how far her humanity has gone now. Is it to the extend she'd grow old and die with him? But that must also mean she would die from suffering a bullet or cancer? He gently pushed a strand of hair out of her face, watching her. John can't help but feel it is better if she were a machine, full machine. Only then would she be 'healthy' and fine. He didn't mind.

But John felt her pain of being a machine. She knows what she is and strives to be human, to be with him. However, John felt if she were a machine that is indestructible, she'd still be special and loved by him, he love her for who she is and not what. Whatever that is, John just wanted her to be there to hold her hand till the day he dies and not stand there to watch her die.

He couldn't do it; he couldn't watch her die, again…

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Fuck…That was the last time I would let this little bitch do the search job.

Picked her up from a pile of garbage, rescued her from hell and brought her to paradise. Yet, I didn't realize I am picking up garbage and not only a girl who picks garbage for dinner. Maybe the trash in her stomach is affecting her brain?

Jesse Flores glanced at her. Her blond hair seems to shine, reflecting off the littlest light that found their way on her hair. Her perfectly curved and full lips, green eyes and noticeable dark pupils; she could've been beautiful, if not for the fact her life barely started before J-day.

Fuck skynet, fuck the machines.

She stared outside, looking at nothing. Although they haven't been the 'best' of friends, Jesse knows that look.

It is the same look she had given her when she needed talking to. When she needed to pour her heart out to her.

Riley Dawson didn't dare let out a peep of sound, not even daring to move her arm to rest on the arm rest of the door. Jesse has been painfully quiet and that means trouble; she was angry with her. Having Jesse being angry with her has not been a pleasant experience for Riley.

She was so enraged when Riley told her about John Connor's disappearance. Riley swore she saw the urge to kill linger in Jesse's eyes when she heard that news. If not for the fact Riley taken a slap before she ran, Jesse would've killed her.

It was confusing if Jesse really did care for her at all. Riley is not stupid and could tell; this Jesse woman never really loved her at all. Just maybe cared because she needed her to complete a mission. How many of the woman who approached you at your lowest and extended help to you actually loved you?

Most of the acts are done in sympathy on the person's part and nothing more. What else did Riley expected? She just thanked Jesse so much she'd loved her with her soul. Just wishing Jesse would agree to take care of her and they could just forget about J-day and the machines. But there was something Jesse said that was stuck in her head forever.

Jesse had rescued her from hell and brought her to paradise.

"Hey," Jesse spoke, startling her. Riley turned; hurt once more she refuses to address her by her name. She noticed Jesse have never spoken her name willingly before other than at their first meeting when she asked.

"Yeah?" Riley blinked, nervous.

"We'll find him and I want you to complete your mission, sweetie," Jesse gave a half smile, almost reluctantly.

Sweetie… That disgusted Riley somewhat. It sounded sarcastic most of the time. A plain and mean sarcasm that Jesse is so good at.

"Alright," Riley gulped and nodded.

"Complete and it's all okay. We'll go away and hide somewhere in the countryside. Just you and me." Jesse turned to her, stopping by the side of the road, pulling up the handbrakes and killing the engine.

Riley sucked in an excited breath at the thought of it and nodded in enthusiasm.

"Good. Go to sleep. We'll continue the search in the morning," Jesse smiled, "No bed I'm afraid." Adding to lighten up the atmosphere.

Riley, who was oblivious to everything Jesse's thinking, leaned back and relaxed, sinking into sleep, dreaming of an entire yard of flowers.

Jesse watched Riley for a short while before she turned and looked out of the window, eyes narrowing as she took out her 9mm and slammed it on the headboard in front of her in rage, retrieving her hand. The shiny barrel shone in the emerging rays of the moon as the wind picked up and the clouds shifted. Jesse stared, determined and fiercely at the gun, ready to leap into assault if anyone or anything out there threatens their safety.

Cracks ran along the side of the headboard around the 9mm and beneath it a huge dent. Riley stirred, opened her eyes and stared in shock. However, squeezing it shut for fear Jesse might notice her looking.

I'll find you John Connor and the moment I do, would be the last moment you ever shared with it…

To be continued…

This is mainly also my first time writing Jesse, I hope her character's not OOC.

-Hinotima24

Next chapter: John fulfills a promise to Cameron and they went on the day proceeding with his promise while Jesse and Riley closed in on them.