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Short note to peeps out there: I won't be updating for two weeks or even be near the computer. I'm going away and if no miracles show up, I'll have no computer or internet connection for two weeks! So…leave the reviews/PMs and I'll read and reply them when I get back!!! I'll return on 15th October and it should be a few days to the update! Stay tuned!
However, to make up for that, I wrote a longer chapter for you guys to enjoy!
Chapter 27: Babysitter
"BOO! Found you!" Savannah screamed as she ran behind the curtain, scaring the living daylight out of John. He swore he'd almost lash out at her based on his instincts.
John sighed in defeat, dropping down on his butt from squatting and leaned against the glass door.
They'd already played 3 rounds with John finding Savannah but he could never figured where she could've hide, considering she could squeeze under the bed, jump into the huge umbrella stand by the door. This is the forth and Savannah took less than 2 minutes to find him.
John really had to hand in to this girl. He'd spent all his life hiding and yet he couldn't even hide from a little girl.
"John, let's play again!" Savannah squealed in delight, tugging on his sleeve. John refuses to budge as he leaned back on the glass. He felt nervous when Savannah looked for him during the game, he didn't feel safe although it's just a game.
"Savannah," John groaned as she took a step closer and pushed his back off the glass door.
"You promised!" She protested.
John glanced at her hopeful face and sighed, "Alright I'll-"
"Savannah, John! Dinner's done!" Cameron called. Her voice had never made John feel so relieved in his life.
"Let's go have dinner!" John told the disappointed little girl enthusiastically.
Savannah frowned before brightening up, "We'll play later!" She grinned, dashing off. John drooped his shoulder, sighing.
He walked out of behind the curtain in time to see Savannah running to Cameron. Cameron scooped the child in her arms smoothly, kissing her cheek. For a moment, John lost himself. He grinned ear to ear, imagining their child in Cameron's arms as they sat down to have dinner like a family should.
He snapped out of his reverie and walked to join them at the table.
"So, how's the game?" Cameron asked casually, putting Savannah down.
"John lost to me!" Savannah declared proudly, "I won 4 times,"
Cameron raised an eyebrow as she turned to John.
"We played 4 rounds," He forced a smile. Cameron burst out laughing as she set out the bowls. She caught his sour look but ignored it as Savannah got into her seat. John sat opposite her as Cameron brought the pot of their dinner to the table and settled beside Savannah.
"Savannah, do you eat Spaghetti?" Cameron asked, removing the pot cover and filled John's plate.
"Creamy cheese?" Savannah looked at Cameron hopefully, who nodded, "I love cheese!" She grinned.
"Okay, lots and lots of cheesy sauce for you." John grinned, enjoying having a small one between them for a change. Cameron smiled widely at Savannah before filling up her bowl to the brim. She filled her own and sat down.
John ate, glancing up often, spotting Savannah shooting Cameron smiles as she ate. He couldn't shake how happy Cameron seemed and how watching her made him too.
After a full dinner, Savannah tortured John with two more rounds of hide-and-seek while Cameron washed the dishes and set up Savannah's bath.
Later Cameron brought Savannah to bathe, giving her one of her t-shirts to wear as a nightwear. For once, John felt like they had a purpose, a real living responsibility. At times, he would find the red-head staring at him for directions or even if she's allowed to do certain things. John thought it was a good feeling.
He'd had responsibility for a long time but this time, he actually enjoyed having it. He enjoyed having someone so young look up at him for instructions, when to bathe, when to eat, when to sleep and everything else in the little one's life is dependant on him. John, for once in his life, accepted this responsibility quite happily.
Cameron walked Savannah into the room.
"Will we have bubbles?" Savannah grinned as Cameron removed her shoes and socks for her.
"Yes, we'll have bubbles." Cameron replied with a smile as she worked on Savannah's left sock.
"Will you be bathing as well?" Savannah grinned, "Can we play with bubbles?"
"Whatever you want honey." Cameron nodded, bringing Savannah into the bathroom and helped her get her dress off. Savannah stood there obediently while Cameron took off her own shirt and jeans in the room and wore the bathrobes.
She carried Savannah into the bathtub of warm water and bubbles floating around on top.
"I miss my mommy," Savannah muttered as she popped a bubble. Cameron looked up at her from finding the sponge.
"Savannah," Cameron leaned over the ledge of the bathtub and hugged the poor little girl.
"My mommy never cuddles me," Savannah muttered softly, pushing in closer to Cameron, "she never bathe me either not since Daddy left."
Cameron let go of her, cupping her rosy cheek gently, "Your mommy is busy at work to get you a better life."
"Mommy says that too." She nodded but Cameron can still see sadness in her eyes.
"You'll go back to your mommy soon. I promise you."
"But if I go back to my mommy, would I see you again?" Savannah asked, looking down at the water.
Cameron couldn't answer that but flash a smile, "We'll think about this later. Better finish your bathe before the water gets cold." She picked up the sponge and dipped it into the clean basin of water and ran it over Savannah's face gently just as her eyes shut.
Savannah sat in the bathtub, playing with the bubbles while Cameron ran the soft sponge over her body gently. For a moment, Savannah stared at Cameron, who was meticulously washing her as gentle as she could: I wish Mommy could do this… She thought before deciding that the atmosphere in the bathroom was not to her liking.
Suddenly she scooped a handful of water and sprayed it over Cameron, who cried out and flinched before spraying soft sprays back at Savannah's face. The little red head laughed loudly, splashing her arms into the water around her causing huge droplets of water to shower Cameron.
The water war lasted for a long while before Cameron decided it was too cold and quickly bathed Savannah and helped her dry up.
"Savannah, if your mommy doesn't bathe you, who do?" Cameron asked, running the towel softly over the little girl's torso.
"My nanny does." Savannah replied matter-of-factly, "She's nice."
Cameron's smile faded as she remembered John telling her how he found a dead woman in the foyer on his way through the house. She realized she was starting to like this girl. Cameron loved her, in fact. Savannah is the loveliest girl she'd met, not that she met any before. She started thinking about their baby. How would the baby be like? Would she be like Savannah? Then Cameron's thoughts were interrupted when Savannah reached up to wipe away the droplets of water off Cameron's cheek with her smaller hands. They both smiled.
"I'm sure she is." Cameron replied eventually as she ran the towel gently into the girl's hair, drying it up before slipping the shirt over her head, "I'll get your dress washed alright? You'll wear it tomorrow."
"Thank you," Savannah replied as Cameron drained off the water and guided Savannah to the living room where John was catching a night movie on the television.
"John," Cameron called gently as they approached the couch so as not to startle him. John turned around and smiled.
"Hey," He looked lovingly at Cameron before looking at Savannah, noticing both of their hair soaked in water, concluding the reasons of the screams and laughs he'd heard, "Come here Savannah." She ran over, crawling up on the couch, joining John.
"I'm going to have my bath," Cameron said, placing a hand on John's shoulder.
"Yeah, you go." He looked up at her, "Be careful in the bath."
"Look after her,"
"Don't worry, it's good." He caressed Cameron's hand gently before watching as she walked to the room. Then he turned to Savannah, looking up at him with wide, innocent and hopeful eyes. He knew that look by now. She wanted to play… Okay, maybe this is not so good…
*
"But why doesn't Dorothy want to stay in Kansas?" Savannah asked, peering up at Cameron, with the blanket up to her chin.
"She wants to go home." Cameron smiled, tugging the sheets higher, "You'll sleep here alright? John and I would be just next door. Call if you're scared alright?"
"I wouldn't be, at home, I sleep on my own too."
"Alright, nap time. Go to sleep." Cameron smiled, taking the girl's hand and placing it under the blanket. Savannah closed her eyes but Cameron could plainly see her eyes moving rapidly under her eyelid. She isn't sleeping anytime soon. Slowly, Cameron stood up and slid under the sheets by Savannah, who opened her eyes and cuddled close to her.
"Can we talk for a while?" Savannah requested, pressing her face into Cameron's chest.
"Alright." Cameron smiled, making herself comfortable on the bed. Savannah was quiet and Cameron assumed she wanted her to ask a question, "So what do you do normally?"
"I go to computer class, gymnastics and school." Savannah replied.
"Good. Some things other than school." Cameron smiled, stroking the back of Savannah's head.
"But Mommy don't fetch me from school often and I don't see her till night,"
"Then who fetches you?" Cameron asked her, making conversation.
"Sarah." Savannah replied with a small smile. Cameron's blood froze and she stiffened.
"Sarah?" Cameron asked shakily. She felt almost guilty towards Sarah. She'd taken John away from her and she'll never forget that, neither would Sarah.
"She's nice."
"She knew your mommy?"
"Yes. They talk together a lot."
"A lot?"
"Yeah, at night. Sarah would come to visit and they talk. She also come visit at where my mommy works."
"Where does your mommy work?" Cameron asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible and not forceful.
"At the city, her office. Zeira Corp. Mr Ellison picked me up from school too." Savannah mumbled and Cameron could hear her getting sleepier in the soft bed and warm cuddle.
"That's good." Cameron forced a smile as she saw the little girl fall asleep in her arms. Cameron carefully dislodged herself from Savannah and kissed her forehead before walking out of the room and making sure the lights are switched off.
She found John on the bed, in the room. He was in the exact same position as when they first shared a room about a year ago. He had his hands behind his head, propping his head up and his eyes were closed. Cameron didn't neglect noticing the lack in clothes. He didn't even have his jeans on; he only had on his boxers.
Cameron failed to hide a smile as she pulled at the string and removed the bathrobe, letting it drop to the floor. She walked barefooted to the bed and slipped under the cover. It wasn't long before John turned and placed his hand on her middle.
"How's Savannah?" John opened his eyes, drawing small circles on her belly.
"She's good. Sensible child." Cameron smiled, taking hold of his hand, pressing it down. She needed him to touch her, a firm hold, "She's sleeping now."
"Took you long,"
"She told me things," Cameron shifted a little, lying on her side, "She said her mother works in Zeira corp and apparently, is meeting with Sarah often."
John's reaction was exactly what Cameron thought he'd react. He froze, "Mom?" He asked shakily.
"Yeah, Savannah said Sarah talked to Catherine Weaver a lot." Cameron looked away from his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.
She felt John moved closer to her, tightening his hold around her waist, "She's not going to get you again, ever. As long as I'm here." He breathed into her ear, "Neither of them are going to get to you. I promise."
"I know." Cameron smiled, "And also, Mr Ellison has also been with Weaver."
"The Mr Ellison? The one who drives himself crazy trying to solve Mom's mysteries?" John scoffed.
"Apparently yes,"
"Does he work there?"
"I don't know, Savannah told me he picks her up from school and so does Sarah." Cameron replied, observing John as he began thinking about their situation, "Do we go to Sarah now?"
"No," He said instantly and firmly, "Mom can handle it; she'll kill Weaver before anyone knows it. Bet it's one of her plans."
"Sounds like Sarah." Cameron commented earnestly, "And Mr Ellison?"
"Mom can deal with that too."
"Savannah?"
"She stays with us till she's safe, till we make sure that thing's dead." John said plainly, nuzzling up to her.
"So can we kick his ass tomorrow?" Cameron asked, almost striking John as in a hopeful manner.
"Whoever said we're ever going to kick his ass?" John mumbled drowsily, "We'll wait for him to drop dead and if he doesn't, Savannah can join us. She can't stop ranting about the baby by the way."
Cameron chuckled and they became silent for a moment before Cameron spoke, "No. Savannah misses her mother." She stated, aware that John's face fell in disappointment.
"She'll die if we let her go back." John withdrew from Cameron a little to look into her eyes.
"Her mother would protect her, since it hasn't killed her." Cameron replied, "Weaver has the capabilities to both protect and kill her. She hasn't kill Savannah, obviously, so she'll protect her."
"Might not." John countered.
Cameron looked straight at John, studying him closely, "You like her and do not want her to go, don't you?" She said earnestly. John instantly felt intruded by Cameron, knowing what he's thinking just by staring into his eyes and down to his very soul.
"Yeah." He choked out, burying his face into her neck.
"We'll do it this way." Cameron said decisively, "We'll observe the news. The terminator might attempt to kill Weaver since Savannah's trail's gone cold. And when it does, Weaver would kill him. When that happens, we can drop her anonymously at Zeira Corp and if that doesn't happen, my bet is Weaver would be looking for her daughter and if there's a way we could contact Mr Ellison or Sarah, we could give Savannah back with a warning."
"If the first didn't happen and I don't want to contact either of the two?" John asked, his voice muffled.
"Then like you said, we'll take care of her." Cameron kissed his head, "Like you wanted."
She felt a soft kiss on her neck before John's hold on her fell limp. She could almost feel it as he drifted off to sleep with a faint smile on his lips. .
*
John stirred, shifting his position. Somehow, he felt emptiness around. John ignored it, trying to get back to sleep but couldn't. He forced his eyes open with a grunt and glanced around the room. Instantly, he knew, Cameron's missing.
He rubbed sleep from his eyes and walked blearily out of the room, 'sleepwalking' down the corridor and the stairs, missing the last step but with perfect balance which he does every morning.
John saw Cameron at the table in her spaghetti strip and jeans, "Hey Cam," He smiled, dragging his feet to her and taking ahold of her hand gently.
"Morning. See you finally decided to wake up." Cameron grinned, pulling him to have a seat in the table. He found himself in the chair by Savannah, who was still in Cameron's shirt.
"Hello John!" Savannah gave him a toothy grin as she picked up her spoon.
"Hi," John grinned, reaching for his spoon. He'd forgotten that the little red head was living with them for a moment. It took a while but John realized Cameron had woken up to prepare the cereal, toast and milk for them. He thanked her as she sat and dug into her breakfast, "Had a goodnight sleep?" John asked casually as he sipped the warm milk that Cameron made up for him.
"I dreamt of dinosaurs!" Savannah exclaimed happily. John chuckled and began applying his toast while Cameron already started on preparing them for Savannah.
"Savannah, after breakfast, I need you to wash up by yourself alright?" Cameron asked gently, passing the little girl her toast, filled with a thick layer of jam and margarine.
"Okay!" She grinned, munching into her toast.
*
After breakfast, as planned, Savannah went for her bathe and washed up by herself while John switched on the television and they started browsing through the morning news.
They found a news report of Savannah Weaver getting kidnapped from her apartment. It was reported as 'the police are still investigating the matter'.
John switched off the television just as Savannah stepped out, requesting for Cameron to help her plait up her hair. As Cameron 'examined' it and started worked on plaiting her hair, John walked to the corner of the house, flipping open his cell. He took a deep breath before dialing Sarah's number. He could hear his heart beating in his ears as he waited. Ring by ring went by and no one picked up.
Suddenly, the ringing stop and John heard the phone get picked up.
"Hello?" He choked out.
"Hello?" A mysterious lady's voice said at the other end of line.
"Sorry, wrong number." John replied hastily, hanging up instantly. He didn't care if his mother had a sore throat or one of her good buddies picked it up, John couldn't bring himself to hear his mother's voice again.
He held the phone to his chest, screwing his eyes shut as he thought about how close he was. John hoped she'd change her number and so he'd never contact her again. Ever.
Suddenly the phone rang.
John jumped, looking at the caller-ID: Unknown
He picked it up cautiously and pressed it to his ear.
"John Connor. This is James Ellison."
This voice couldn't strike John in a more familiar manner. Even if he didn't introduce himself, John'll know it's him.
"How'd you get this number?" He choked out, praying his mother wasn't on the other side by him.
"A friend found it for me."
John grinded his teeth a little in anger but didn't speak.
"Do you have her? Just tell me if she's safe." Ellison said. There was a pause as John turned around and looked around the corner for any signs of Cameron or Savannah, "I need her back. Weaver's house wired. I saw the surveillance tapes. Right now I'm the only one who has. Let's keep it that way."
"I can't, not yet. It's a long story." John replied, taking the terminator out there into consideration. He didn't know if Mr Ellison believed the machines exist yet and would take his warning seriously. John didn't want to go to Pescadero like his mother and leave Cameron and the baby out here alone, unprotected from the danger.
"Tell it to me."
"Downtown, third street tunnel, one hour." John said after serious consideration and hung up. Just this moment, Savannah and Cameron walked down the stairs. Savannah had two plaits tied and dressed smartly in her own dress, "Looks good." John smiled.
Cameron brought Savannah to the couch and went to the kitchen. John watched as she went there, trying to find a chance to talk to her. John had a lot to consider. He didn't feel like bringing Cameron into this. He didn't want to meet Ellison. He glanced at Savannah to find her struggling with her shoe laces.
"Hey," John walked to her, smiling, "You know the squirrel and the tree?"
Savannah looked up with a smile before shaking her head. John grinned, kneeling down before her, not noticing Cameron standing by the kitchen door, watching them both with a smile.
"You make a loop, for the tree." John glanced at her, making the loop, "the squirrel runs, around the tree. Jumps in the hole, scurries up the other side." He grinned as he complete the knot. John looked at Savannah, resting an elbow on his bent knee. Savannah gave him a toothy grin.
"Thank you." She smiled.
Cameron walked into the room, placing a hand on Savannah's shoulder. She looked up at Cameron and gave a wider grin.
John gazed at Cameron and Savannah before his smile faded, "Cameron, let's go."
*
"Sit down here alright?" John smiled at Savannah, trying not to let the girl feel his nervousness as he sat her down on the beaten couch.
"I can fetch him," Cameron said, standing by the window, keeping a look out.
"No, wouldn't want to put you anywhere near him," John walked to her, holding her hand in both of his, "I'll talk to him, a short talk and we'll plan what to do."
"No, John. I'll go." Cameron turned, feeling the anxiety rise to her throat as she thought of how John would be in danger if she let him.
"I'll handle this myself. You watch Savannah. Things would be fine." John wrapped his arms around her petite body and pecked her on the top of her head before letting her go, "Careful. I'll be back." He smiled, walking briskly to the gate.
Cameron couldn't speak; her voice was caught in her throat as she watched John drive right into the mouth of danger.
*
John waited at the tunnel, tapping on the steering wheel while holding his 9mm firmly in the other hand. Whatever Ellison had, John was ready to take it, even if he had to fight off a whole squad of police he would, just to get back to Cameron again. Soon, he saw a silver car drive in, coming to a stop. John could plainly see Mr Ellison as he came out of the car. John did likewise, stepping out in a firm hostile stance.
John held the gun at him, "Give me your gun," He gritted his teeth.
"I don't carry one anymore." Ellison replied, seemingly disturbed by that fact.
John narrowed his eyes before lowering the gun but didn't stow it away. Ellison glanced at it, noticing the change in the boy's demeanor since he last met him. From every angle, John looked hardened and firm but deep down, Ellison could see kindness in him.
"Where's Savannah?" Ellison demanded, glancing behind John and into the empty car.
"Safe." John replied curtly, "What's your deal with Zeira Corp?"
"I work there," Ellison replied matter-of-factly.
"Bigger car, bigger money." John commented with a smirk.
"Yes, head of security. Especially after you broke in and blew up the basement." Ellison replied flatly, "What were you doing at the Weaver house? Why'd you take the girl?"
"To protect her."
"From who?"
"A machine was at the house. It was after her and her mother." John replied, leaning against the car he stole as he checked the magazine. From his reaction, John could conclude he knew about the machines and believed them to be true.
It almost frightened Ellison how the boy can be relaxed and intimidating at the same time, "Why?"
"I don't know." John glared at Ellison through his growing fringe dangerously. Obviously he didn't know what Weaver was, with the way he's asking, but it puzzled John that a machine from Kaliba would be after another machine who is trying to build skynet.
"Just give the girl back to me. I'll handle this." Ellison stated persistently.
"You do realize what you're asking for, right?" John asked, slapping the magazine back after casually checking it.
"I know what to do."
"Bet you do." John muttered.
"I need her back," Ellison repeated, "Her mother is already demanding to see the tapes and if she does, you don't need me to tell you she'll inform the police immediately,"
"Heh," John scoffed, "Wouldn't be the first time,"
"You and the machine would be labeled-" Ellison said but before he could finish, John dashed forward, grabbing the collar of his coat and slamming his back into a wall.
"Cameron is not a machine," John seethed into his face, eyes flashing dangerously. Ellison stared back into the boy's eyes, filled with rage, hate and murder but deep down in there, he saw a young boy, happy and kind. The kindness didn't surprise him but the gentle happiness that erupted within them as he spoke its name did.
"What happened to you?" Ellison asked incredously as he looked into John's hardened eyes. Realization spread across Ellison's face, "You killed somebody."
John gritted his teeth, releasing Ellison, "None of yours." John turned away, pulling out his gun again, "I'll give you the girl back, three hours, Call me. And if I find out anybody else knows about this, I'll kill you." He walked back to his stolen car and opened the door.
"John," Ellison called out, arranging his suit, "your mother misses you."
"It'll be best if she didn't know about this either, except the fact that Savannah's in danger. She can protect Savannah." John replied, trying to suppress the urge to break down upon the mention of his mother.
"You need protection too."
"I have enough,"
"A whole army?"
"No," John smirked, "just my fists." Ellison watched as he sat into the car, driving away. They both know that John will return Savannah not to Ellison or Weaver but more into the care of Sarah.
*
"John," Cameron smiled, rushing into his embrace. He grinned, squeezing her gently.
"I'm alright." He assured her. He glanced pass her shoulder and spot Savannah smiling at them, "Hey." He smiled, releasing Cameron. John took hold of her hand and walked to the couch by Savannah. They both settled down, "Savannah, we'll be bringing you home to mommy alright?"
Savannah nodded, looking up at him. She fingered her giraffe stuffed animal awkwardly. The three of them sat on the couch in silence. Cameron rested in John's embrace, feeling her eyelids get heavier and heavier and John felt her fall asleep.
"It's all my fault." Savannah said suddenly. John turned to her with a puzzled expression, "It's all my fault that the bad man came."
"Savannah," John said in a low voce, not wanting to wake Cameron, "That's not true."
"The teacher told me, mommy told me too…not to talk to John Henry, that if I do, bad people would come to our house and hurt us." She said.
"Who's John Henry?"
"He's my friend. At my mommy's work."
John frowned, starting to get curious, "What does he do there?" and for the sake of making conversation.
"He lives in the basement,"
John's heart skipped a beat. Basement…He decided to continue this meaningful conversation, "He lives there?" John asked incredously.
"My mommy says people won't understand."
For a moment, John thought before smiling, "Oh. Well, I understand," John smiled, feeling the presence of Cameron spreading warmth to him. "I had imaginary friends too when I was your age." He could feel Cameron breathing in his arms, peacefully. She probably tired herself out by worrying about him just now.
"He's real. He talks. I'm teaching him how to sing." Savannah insisted.
"Why does he live in the basement?" John frowned.
"He can't leave, there's a cord in the back of his head."
John felt something got stuck in his throat, "A cord?"
"In the back of his head," Savannah continued for him earnestly.
John frowned, "Do other people talk to John Henry?"
"Mr Ellison."
"Mr Ellison?"
"He works for my mommy. He teaches John Henry stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" John's smile faded as he struggled to keep his soft and gentle posture.
*
John typed furiously on the laptop before turning it to Savannah, who is sitting on Cameron's lap, "Is that him?" Cameron woke moments ago when John hurriedly pull out his laptop, although it was good effort of him to try to be unmoving as not to wake her. But she wake easily.
"Yes!" Savannah exclaimed excitedly. She was oblivious as John's eyes flashed with anger.
Cameron stared at the picture of Cromartie, feeling disturbed by the situation. John looked at her before smiling at Savannah, "Hey, why don't you play for a while? I need to talk to Cameron,"
Savannah nodded, settling from Cameron's lap to the couch and started playing with her giraffe.
John pulled her to a corner, whispering in a low tone, "It's happening again, the second Skynet. What're they doing?"
"What do you think?" Cameron turned the question back on him, curious to know his opinion for a change.
"I think they're...playing with it!" John hissed.
"Well, Sarah knows Weaver. She knows what Weaver is. I'm sure she'll stop it before anything can happen, John," Cameron replied, trying to keep him calm.
"What if she doesn't?" John asked anxiously, "What if she dies trying?"
"If you want to save her, we will." Cameron replied, gripping his hand gently. Her voice promising and her offer tempting.
John averted her gaze as his head started to throb. This was a choice he had to make, again: His mother or the love of his life. If he and Cameron went to Sarah's rescue in destroying Skynet, he'll be putting Cameron and his baby in the most dangerous situation ever and if he didn't, Sarah would be in danger.
"It's alright John. We can save Sarah. We can stop all of this." Cameron said gently. She waited patiently as John considered his thoughts. He wanted to meet his mother, to save her but he couldn't. He was quite sure Sarah would blow Cameron's brains in once finding out she's pregnant with his child and the last thing he'd do is put Cameron in danger knowing she would be.
"No, we won't." John replied, pulling Cameron into his embrace.
He chose her again, over his mother. Like that night he decided to leave everything behind and run away with her. He'd left his mother back there knowing full well she'll be heartbroken.
John Connor would die for his mother just as he'll die for Cameron but there are still some pains out there in the world he'll bear for Cameron only.
To be continued…
Next chapter: John decided to bring the game down a notch for Cameron's and the baby's sake. He made up his mind and he is not changing it.
"Where're we going?" [Cameron turned to him curiously] "Home. We're leaving."