Thanks so much for everything so far! I hope you enjoy the story!
Nathan Riddle: thanks, I'm glad the direction of the story isn't disappointing. And Cameron-baby thing wouldn't be explain in one or two sentences. I'll give you guys a full chapter thing for that (of course plus other interesting stuffs!) but it's later on. So treat it like a reward for waiting so long for it! Glad you're finally catching up to it!
mshig11: I'm glad you like the last chapter. I'm so happy the cheerful co-workers worked out well, I was kind of afraid it wouldn't. But it would be kind of their only appearance and the rest would be brief stuffs. Cameron would tell John everything next chapter (after this) and his response…you'll have to wait and see. Thanks and yeah, you'll get what Kaliba is trying to do but it would be revealed indirectly. You'll get more action though!
Nomad79: Thanks and my story is a total AU. It only carries over some small moments from the show and nothing more. So…I think you get it without me telling you about Fischer. The answer to the direction would be elsewhere but there would be action. And hold that thought of the theory. It'll all reveal in time. Just hope you can hang on that wait. Thanks so much for the review!
Cptlatnok: I was totally relieved when you say you weren't! About the poison, I would answer it right now. The main one I have in mind is that the drug was not supposed to kill John. It was to scare him away/ disallow him to come to work the next day or just call it fate that John Connor has to lead the resistance. I didn't reveal it as I think some questions are best left unanswered.
kaotic2: I realized it's shorter too but I can't continue and have to stop there as I always place my chapter in terms of the thing happening. And yes, the next few chapters would be action packed! I assure you that it would be team Jameron and John would find out about Cameron's secret soon! Thanks so much!
TK-MR: Thanks and I wouldn't say that but I would say Cameron knows it's there and can feel it.
jojobevco: Yes!!! Wow, I dropped a lot of hints! Thanks so much for the review!
So this would be an adventure/suspense story. I hope it's good!
Chapter 18: Birth of the Savior
Time seems to fly by as John and Cameron worked at Kaliba, a few weeks passed within a bat of an eyelid. Although they know they are perhaps helping in the progress since they haven't got to snooping around yet. However, they comforted themselves by learning more things about the machines as they could.
Cameron committed the emergency measures Kaliba made in case a machine they made cause a meltdown or something. She intends to use them for the war against Skynet.
John, on the other hand, learnt more about how machines work; or specifically how Skynet's machines work.
In the day, the two of them went to work and at night, they went home. Cameron built up a thing for cooking steaks and made John tried all her inventions but so far, they were all made with John's favorite flavors/ spices in mind so he didn't have any horrible experience yet. He built up an appetite for Cameron's cooking as well.
John noticed her vomiting almost every morning before they went to work. Although Cameron attempted to hide it from him, he always heard her from the bathroom. He also noticed her increase in dizzy spells, sometimes while cooking, sometimes while bathing. And he also noticed Cameron had built up a liking to wear spaghetti strips as well despite the cooling weather. Not that John's complaining especially if she wore an apron to go with it.
This was one of those nights.
"Cameron! Is dinner done?" John shouted from the room. He has been sorting out their diamonds stash, calculating how many they still got. Since they have already made up a master plan and intended to sneaked to Aiden's house tonight and scoop anything they find on Skynet or new pet projects. Since they've worked there, neither of them managed to find information in the big project on an AI that John had mentioned.
"Yes, it is!" Cameron replied. John smiled to himself, jumping off the bed and walking hurriedly to the dining room. He can't wait to try out Cameron's 28th recipe for steaks. He had thought he'd get sick of steaks but Cameron bought many spices that sometimes made the steak not taste like steak.
"What's on the menu?" John asked as he emerged around the corner, leaning over the counter.
"Steak." Cameron replied, her back facing him. John watched as she placed the steaks on plates and brought it to the table, where he flunk into his seat with the knife and fork already in his hands.
"Yup. Smells great as usual." John grinned, sniffing the air. He embedded his fork into the soft and tender meat of the steak and cut a juicy piece, devouring it faster than ever,
"How is it?" Cameron sat down on the chair beside John.
"Mm…awesome." John gulped down that piece and worked on getting another. Cameron started cutting into hers.
"Have you got the guns ready?" Cameron asked.
"Yes." John nodded, taking a sip of warm milk Cameron prepared. She's noticed that half cooked steaks turned his appetite off and also experimented on a few beverages to cure that; milk appeared to be the answer, warm milk.
"Alright. We'll be leaving once we finish dinner and after I wash up." Cameron smiled, finishing her steak.
John watched for a moment as she ate her steak before his eyes widened a little, "Cameron, why aren't you wearing your ring?" He frowned, worried.
"I was cooking, John. I don't want the ring to be added as a new ingredient to the steaks and neither do I want it greasy. It's in my jeans pocket." Cameron smiled.
John took a short glance downwards and noticed she is not wearing any pants. Cameron offered him a smile before eating her steak. He couldn't control himself when his hand flew down to stroke her smooth thigh.
She didn't have any special reaction but only a smile to John, gesturing for him to finish his dinner. John nodded, downing his steak with a fork through it and a hand stroking her thigh.
John grinned to himself as his hand wandered to her inner thigh and lingered there, brushing his way upwards. He felt Cameron shivered as his hand touched her sensitive spot.
"John." Cameron said in an accusing tone. Her hand covered his hand and removed it from her thigh, "As much as I love where this is going, we have to get into Aiden's house soon. We can't afford to wait anymore longer." She offered him a smile.
"Can we continue later on? When we get back?" John requested sheepishly, realizing how desperate he must sound but Cameron nodded nonetheless.
The dinner was over within a few minutes, with the dishes dumped in the sink and Cameron finishing with her washing up, John cocked his shotgun and checked the ammunition.
"Do we really need the big guns?" John asked as Cameron walked into the living room, dressed in tight jeans, leather jacket and combat boots: full black, as is John.
"It is only a precaution." Cameron stated, picking up a Glock which she intended to carry and checked its ammunition and stowed it away in the holster just below the small of her back.
John nodded lazily, stowing his Glock into his holster. He picked up a duffel bag and dumped the guns, thermite, flare and ammunition into the bag just in case. Cameron walked pass him and headed for the jeep. John rolled his eyes, finding C4s on the table with the stuff-they-are-supposed-to-bring. He hesitated before dumping them to join the others.
John locked the door and went for the jeep, groaning loudly as he saw Cameron igniting the engine already. He's riding shotgun again.
"Wear these." Cameron thrust her hand out to him under his nose just as John threw the duffel bag in the back. He squinted his eyes in the dark and saw black gloves in her hand. He took it without hesitation and wore them, finding them of high leather quality.
"When did you buy these? The ones I brought from home are cloths."
"Those are inefficient in handling wet items and would not protect your hand from harmful substances. I placed it into the cart and you never noticed it," Cameron explained, driving off into the dark, adding, "It was cheaper then usual." John rolled his eyes the second time that night.
The drive took forever and John couldn't remember how many yawns he had stifled. Cameron drive them up a dark road and at the end, John saw a huge mansion.
He sat up his seat, taking a good look at the house, "Young rich boys really run around in our neighborhood." John whistled, taking in the building structure.
"This is out of our neighborhood."
"It's an expression." John explained, sighing.
"Thank you for explaining," Cameron said, bringing a frown and smile to John's face. He'd recognize that tone anywhere: She's been teasing him.
"Don't ask me again." He snapped playfully, not taking being teased like that as kind. Cameron's chuckles end the conversation.
Cameron stopped the jeep in the shadows away from the guards' eyes at the house and killed the engine. They sat in the jeep, observing the situation patiently.
"John-" Cameron started to tell him about the arrival but John cut her off, hushing her down gently, touching her hand. She clamped her mouth shut, watching as the huge grand gate slid open and fours SUVs drove out in a straight line. Their headlamps missing John and Cameron strategic spot by an inch. They both duck down in case.
Luckily, the headlamps came and went. The soft revving sound of the engine died down into the darkness and John cautiously sat up and glanced around before signaling to Cameron it's clear. She sat up and they left the jeep after John picked up and swung the duffel bag over his shoulder.
John pointed to the guardhouse and Cameron nodded, both of them walking up to it. He held the duffel bag tighter; as if afraid others might see it and know its content. The guard sat comfortably in the seat, leaning back and apparently asleep behind the porn magazine on his face.
Cameron smiled to John and pointed to the patterns on the gate, indicating to climb over them. He nodded and instead, bent down and saw what he was looking for. The wires that connected the security camera to the rest of the house, sticking out through a hole in the guardhouse and it led into the ground below.
John wrapped his leather gloved hands around the cable and pulled. A soft sound of the wire breaking and sparks flew silently before the security viewer turned black in the guardhouse. He stood up and glanced into the guardhouse, seeing the guard still asleep.
Cameron was already climbing the gate the moment John started. He made sure the duffel bag was safety tugged on his shoulder before climbing the gate. John could make out the dark outline of Cameron already at the top of the gate. She swung her leg over the top and started making her way down.
It was a chilly night and John could only be glad he had his leather jacket on. He quickly reached the other side of the gate, finding the guard still asleep.
"There has to be another guard." Cameron whispered.
"How'd you know?" John asked in an equal whisper.
"Because humans can never be efficient enough to stay awake for a night shift and they know it," Cameron replied, walking away, leaving John feeling a little insulted and amused at Cameron explaining things to him instead of the other way around. He followed her as they tread on the path, careful to avoid the garden in case their combat boots leave marks on the fragile grass.
John watched Cameron's dark figure as she walked on the path ahead of him. Suddenly she swayed unexpectedly and John had to cup his mouth to resist from yelling out. He took a huge step forward and caught her.
"Are you alright?" John whispered gently into her ear.
"I'm fine." Cameron choked out in a low tone. John frowned in worry, kissing her on the cheek before letting her attempt to stand on her own, "Let's go." She muttered before running the rest of the way to the house. John watched, feeling his heart began to thud in fear. Not of getting found out snooping around but if Cameron was to faint; he don't know what he'd do.
They reached the door and as Cameron expected, it was opened by thumbprint. John cursed under his breath as he knew that breaking it open would only sound the alarm which brings the police around.
Cameron reached into his duffel bag, to John's surprised and brought out a device. John recognized it as the one he used to hack ATM machines when he was young. She fixed up the machine and went to work. He watched as she hacked the machine, accomplishing it in a minute or maybe less.
The huge door clicked open and John slipped inside, Glock drawn. It was not surprising to John that there was light available. The small lamps were on the walls, lighted.
Rich kid…
John walked down the corridor and to the stairs. Cameron was close behind him, Glock also in both hands.
They ascended stairs after stairs till Cameron, who memorized the huge house through a map, pointed at a door which John assumed was their destination: Aiden's study.
Cameron scanned the door briefly before pointing to the thumbprint scan again. She got to hacking it again while John kept watch. The door opened, this time in record time. Unlike the rest of their house, this is pitched black. John took out his torch from his pocket and Cameron joined him.
"Search the drawers. I'll do the table." John pointed to the cupboards by the wall and went to the table, filled with papers. He began rummaging through them.
"John, suppose Aiden return now?" Cameron asked while searching the drawers.
"We jump out the window." John shrugged.
"From the 4 floor?" Cameron raised an eyebrow as she turned to face John for a second before resuming her search.
"We could scream." John grinned foolishly, picking out a thick A4 envelope and another and another. He dumped them in Cameron's bag.
"John. What are those?"
"Important information." John replied before digging into Aiden's drawers.
"How'd you know?"
"The envelope read classified." He shrugged. John grunted as he tugged on the drawers which turned out to be locked, "There is definitely information here." He pointed at the rows of locked drawers.
Cameron marched over; giving a small tug and the lock broke.
John gave her a playful scowl, "Thanks. I was hoping you'd pull out a pin to pick the lock. I forgot to bring mine,"
"I don't have a magic pocket." Cameron replied distractedly, dumping all the papers into the duffel bag.
When the drawers and study is swept clean of what they need, John carried the heavier one and left Cameron with the lighter one. They ran down the stairs and burst out of the front door.
"Freeze!"
They did and cautiously turned to face a guard with a gun to them.
"sir-"
"Shut up!" He growled, interrupting John, "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Passing through." John smiled.
"What the hell is Richard up to?" John heard him mutter. He approached the guard slowly, aware of the guard stiffening. He was surprised Cameron hadn't made a move. He glanced back to find her trying to clear her vision again. Bad timing Cam…
"Stay away!"
John raised his hand and placed it into his pocket. Instantly, a gun shot rang out. He felt himself fall to the ground with Cameron on him and the bullet piercing nothing but air. He glanced at the guard and saw that he was a little startled and frozen in shock: perhaps his first time shooting one at someone.
They both got onto their feet considerably quick and John drew his gun, whereas Cameron was too dazed to.
"Put down the gun!" The guard shrieked.
"I would if you put down yours first." John smirked.
"Do it or I swear I'll shoot you!" The guard screamed in desperation, hand shaking tremendously. John became bold and advanced forward just as Cameron blinked to clear her vision.
Cameron's HUB flashed in a warning:
WARNING…WARNING….ALERT
SIGNIFICANT THREAT TO JOHN CONNOR! 1010111010101
MISSION: PROTECT JOHN CONNOR…ERROR….ERROR…
RE-EVALUATE MISSION….37547545094305…73465843675394…
MISSION: NONE
PROCESSING…ERROR…ERROR…ERROR...
ALERT
SIGNIFICANT THREAT TO JOHN CONNOR!!!!
SUGGESTED FORM OF ACTION: REMOVE THREAT
SUGGESTED FORM OF ACION CONSIDERING SITUATION: REMOVE JOHN CONNOR FROM THREAT
"John!" Cameron cried out, leaping forward and pushing John out of the way just as the trigger was shot. He fell to the floor, dazed. He barely made out the shape of Cameron stepping back. His ears are ringing from falling to the hard floor.
John blinked and stared in shock and horror. His love stood with a bullet hole in her chest just above her right breast, blood seeping out and tainting her black jacket. Her face was distorted in pain and she crumpled to the floor, absorbing the impact as best as she could with her hands.
"Cameron!" John shouted, scrambling over to his love as she fell back on the floor, "No, no, no! Cameron!" John scooped her up into his arms, gazing down at her pain contorted face.
The guard began back stepping, horrified at shooting someone but before he could flee, John glared up at him, fire burning in his eyes.
"I'll kill you." John carefully laid Cameron down on the floor before rising, eyes flashing in hatred dangerously, "I'LL KILL YOU!" He ran forward. The guard squeaked out like a mouse caught by a cat as John leaped on him, gun in hand.
Both of them collapsed on the floor. The guard felt a jaw-jarring thud and John felt his knee joint pop unceremoniously. The guard cried out and scrambled away but John had a hold on his jacket fast. He scrambled to his feet and kicked the guard in his stomach, causing him to spit all the food or drink he ate over the floor.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" John hit the trigger over and over and three shots rang out, hitting the guard, three in the chest dead center. The guard flailed, helpless and weak, in pain and attempted to crawl away. John growled and stepped on the back of the dying guard harshly, combat boots over his bullet wound which went through his back.
John bent over, flipping the pathetic dying guy over. Thrusting his face close to the guard's, he growled, "I'm John Connor, remember that."
The guard stared up at him, eyes widening in fear but with a tinch of defiant before his head lolled back and his last breath was taken. John retreated from the dead man, kicking harshly at his ribs, hearing a few crack by his combat boots, before he walked back to Cameron, scooping her into his arms.
"Cameron," John whispered helplessly as Cameron winced in pain and somewhat of fear, "Cameron…" He leaned over to kiss her, his hand trembling as the terrible memory struck his heart.
"Cameron, please," John felt his legs soften as his mind ran out of ideas, "I love you, I still do, don't do this!" John screamed desperately, running forth, "We can be together, please,"
"LIAR!" Cameron screamed and that was it. A deafening bang filled John's ears. Crimson red blood splattered unceremoniously across the snow, painting it red from white. Some of them sought its way at John's feet. He screamed, feeling part of him falling and dying as he saw Cameron fall limplessly to the ground.
John ran up to her, skidding to a stop, falling to his knees. He cried, holding Cameron up and pressing her head to his chest. She was limpless and there was an obvious and bloody hole by her temple where the bullet drove itself into, right through her poor and helpless coltan against the thermite rounds. Blood flowed out from her temple and onto his hand.
"Cameron," John sobbed, whimpering as he shook her for her to get up, "Please, wake up," He shook her.
The usual pools of browns aren't looking up at him anymore.
She isn't moving…
"No." John mumbled to himself as he once again watched Cameron die in his arms.
"John," She whispered with the little energy had left, feeling the rest draining away with the blood, "We have to go." She offered him a pale smile before attempting to get up.
"I'll carry you," He whispered gently.
"No. We'll never get out if you carry me. I'll just slow you down." She gulped before standing up shakily on two feet, hand clutching the bullet hole in her chest to prevent it from dripping on the floor. John nodded reluctantly, picking up both duffel bags.
They reached the guardhouse, only to see the pathetic guard still asleep with the porn magazine on his face. John stopped and transferred all their papers into one duffel bag and tore the other one, tying it around Cameron's torso to slow the blood loss.
"Wait here." He muttered before marching to the guardhouse. Cameron frowned weakly in worry before she heard two deafening gunshots and the gate swung open on the smooth hinges. Cameron heard another two bangs and sparks flying before John Connor marched out. She stared at him in shock, her lips parted.
John stood outside the guardhouse, staring at Cameron with a slight smile. The light from the guardhouse casted a dark shadows over his features. With one hand holding his Glock firmly, he extended other hand towards her, palm facing upwards, "Come with me if you want to live."
Cameron let a weak smile grace her lips. With her free hand, she reached out, moving to John. Before she could get to him, her knees gave up and she felt her world tilt along with the image of John. She crashed into John's arms instead of the usual pavement, feeling him kissing her on her temple before her mind went blank.
To be continued….
Next Chapter: Cameron was forced to tell John the truth as things began to get out of hand for their relationship. She knows this secret could either pull them closer or blow them apart but she still tells him, just like she would about every other thing...