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An adventure it definitely was. It wasn't but three days later they were pulling up to their new house. With three machines that never slept, everything was packed in a fast, efficient manner.

John looked at the house as they pulled up the driveway. It was so "happy American family". Happy rich family. It wasn't exactly a house he'd choose for clandestine activities, such as hiding 3 fugitives.

The front door opened to reveal John Henry. "Hello. Did you have a pleasant trip?"

"Yes, pleasant," Sarah responded, more than a bit sarcastically. She was still trying to avoid Cameron and John, which made the 2 hour car trip all the more wonderful.

John Henry smiled. "Good. You'll find your things already in your rooms upstairs."

As the three of them entered the house, they walked around the first floor before heading up the stairs. There was a large kitchen, with a dining room off to the left. The living room was furnished with a large TV and expensive plush furniture. There was also an office, with two computers already set up. At the top of the stairs, there was a full bathroom. To the left and right each there were two bedrooms. John headed to the left and looked in the first room. He found a set of bunk beds, a doll house, and a collection of stuffed toys. Definitely not this one. Though, after the last house… The second room yielded his own belongings. It was a good bit larger, with a full bed, a desk, and two dressers. It must have been the master bedroom, he decided.

Sarah, who had headed to the right, found her room to be the first one. She liked it, having faster access to the exit, and the rooms on the other side.

"Did you find your stuff Tin Miss?" This was the first time in days that she'd directly addressed Cameron, who was in the hallway at the moment, analyzing the efficiency of the security camera angles.

"I assumed they put my clothes with yours."

Sarah shook her head and leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms. "They're not in here."

Cameron tilted her head.

John opened his closet, and was surprised to find it fairly expansive. Hm, never had a walk-in closet before. He noticed there were a lot more clothes than usual. Walking in, he found not only his old clothes, but a brand new wardrobe. Nice, I'll have to thank her later. It's been a while since I had nice, new clothes. He turned to check out the other side, but realized they weren't his clothes. He blinked. They were definitely not his clothes. Walking out, he looked at the two dressers in the room. Checking the first, he found his own clothes neatly folded. Opening a drawer in the second, he found lots of pink, lace, and general underthings not belonging to him. Definitely not his. "Hey, Cam?"

Cameron turned to see John walk out of his room. "They put your stuff in my… room." John paused, when he saw his mom staring at him from across the open expanse of the upstairs area. "Uh, John Henry must have screwed up, or, just thinking my room had more space…"

Sarah let him sweat for a few moments before turning and making her way back down the stairs, without saying a word.

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It was early evening when Catherine and Savannah arrived. Catherine, having a few leftover matters to handle at Zeira corp, let Savannah go to her school one last day.

From here on out, though, she was no longer Savannah Weaver. She was Savannah Taylor now. Her mommy had told her that last night. She'd have a new name, a new house, and a new school. She was okay with that. They were going to get to live with their friends still, and she liked that. John Henry was still her favorite playmate, but she liked playing games with John too, and Cameron would always play "girl stuff" whenever she asked. John wouldn't play with the hula hoop anymore.

"Why don't you go upstairs, Savannah. I think you'll like your room." Catherine gave her a nudge towards the stairs, and headed for the kitchen.

Savannah ran up the stairs and stopped. She didn't know which room was hers. She heard John talking in the open room on the left, so she decided she'd ask him. Quietly pushing the door the rest of the way open, she peeked in. John was sitting at a desk, talking to Cameron who stood behind him.

John looked up from his laptop and smiled. "Hey Savannah. Whatcha need?"

"I don't know where my room is."

"Oh that's easy. It's the one right next to this one. I bet you'll like it."

Savannah smiled and ran over to her own room. She opened the door, and found the light switch on the wall. She saw her dollhouse, and all her toys. What caught her attention most though, were the new bunk beds on the far side of the room. Excited, she ran back over to John's room. "I got bunk beds! Come look!" She grabbed Cameron's hand and pulled her towards her room.

Cameron and John obediently followed Savannah back to her room. "My friend Cassie had bunk beds, and they were sooo cool!" Letting go of Cameron's hand, she climbed up the ladder to the top bunk. "We can have a slumber party!"

Cameron turned to John. "What's a slumber party?"

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John sat between Cameron and his mother on the couch. Catherine Weaver stood in front of them, for once clad in jeans, and barefoot. The eyeliner was still there though, and he idly thought about suggesting she take lessons from Cameron.

Catherine handed out envelopes to each of them. "These are your new documents. I've checked and found them satisfactory."

John pulled out his new passport. It looked fine to him, even the picture was surprisingly decent. The first thing he noticed was the last name. Taylor. It was the one Sarah had used in the future. He noticed the birth date was also different. "Hey, I'm 21 now. Sweet." Sarah snorted beside him.

"So am I," Cameron replied.

John looked at her passport, confused. "You can't be. That wouldn't make any sense." He noticed her last name wasn't Taylor, it was Summers. "Well, that would explain it."

Catherine rolled her eyes, and began explaining their new life story. "Sarah…you're a widow, and you own this house. Your late husband was also my brother. When I lost my job, you offered Savannah and I a place to stay. She never knew her father. John and Cameron met in college, and they're on break for the summer." The rest was self-explanatory.

John approved of the new story. At least for his part, it was much easier to convince people he and Cameron were dating, rather than pretend to be siblings. Normal guys didn't hang out with their over protective sisters 24/7.

"John Henry is set up in the basement. He'll be focused on finding what he calls his "brother". He won't be leaving very often, and he will be constantly monitoring house security. I'm sure you've noticed the many cameras installed around the house and outside. It's as safe as we can make."

Sarah had her doubts. Living with one terminator was enough. Now she was living with three. She wasn't sure if it was triple the protection, triple the danger, or both.

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Cameron silently crept into the bedroom so as not to wake John. She had just gotten back from scouting the neighborhood. She found no threats, except for the neighbor's large dog. That could end up being quite a loud problem with three terminators living next door.

She took off her boots and placed them in the closet. As quietly as possible, she opened up her bottom drawer. Pulling out a set of pajamas, she undressed and slid into the pair of light cotton pants. She paused, hearing murmuring behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw John tossing and turning in bed. He was having another nightmare. She pulled on the tank top and walked over to the bed.

John suffered from frequent nightmares, as did Future John. Cameron gently brushed his hair away from his face with her fingers. He was hot and drenched in sweat, and he was breathing quite heavy. He moaned and muttered something agitatedly as she touched his forehead.

She pushed the covers off of him, leaving only the top sheet. She stopped to consider her next move carefully. Cameron knew what she used to do for Future John, but wasn't sure how this John would react. She watched him thrash around, and faintly heard him mutter her name. That decided it for her.

Slowly, she lay down on the bed, sliding under the sheet next to John. Wrapping her arm around his waste, she snuggled close. Unconsciously, he rolled over and pulled her closer to him. Rubbing his back, she whispered softly in his ear, coaxing him into a gentler sleep.

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John woke early, with the sunlight streaming through the windows onto his face. He slowly became aware of his surroundings. He heard pans banging around in the kitchen downstairs, and the soft sound of muffled voices. He was aware of how comfortable he was, which was a rare luxury. Slowly he opened his eyes, to find brown ones gazing back.

"Ahh!" John jumped, before his brain could catch up with him. "Holy shit, Cam, you scared me."

Cameron frowned. "I'm sorry, John. I didn't mean to."

John rubbed his face. "No, it's alright. What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you to wake up."

"Um, I meant what are you doing in bed with me?"

"You had a nightmare last night."

"So you just, crawled into bed?"

"I'm sorry," she said, as she sat up and tossed the sheet from her body.

"Woah, wait a minute. I didn't tell you to go." John grabbed her arm, and gently tugged her back down next to him. "I was just surprised, that's all. I wasn't complaining."

"Oh… thank you for explaining."

"You can crawl into bed with me any time you want."

Cameron smiled, as he traced her jaw with his fingers.

"Just don't stare at me. Freaks me out." He returned the smile.

"Ok. I'll close my eyes."

John laughed, and leaned in to kiss her softly. Cameron returned the kiss, sliding her arm around his waist.

John deepened the kiss, letting his own hand wander as his tongue found Cameron's. His hand found its way under her shirt, and caressed the bare skin it found.

Cameron's HUD was flashing. Sensors were going off everywhere, her body reacting in ways she never felt. She'd been close to John in the future. He'd often taken comfort in her arms. But they'd never been intimate. That John had been married to Kate Bruester. She had died two years before Cameron arrived, but John always held back, for reasons Cameron never knew. She knew that John cared for her, and in her way, she cared for John. But this… this was very different. Cameron turned her HUD off, annoyed at the flashing distracting her.

John could barely breathe, and had given up on thinking. His hand inched higher as his body moved closer, and slid his leg over hers.

There was a knock on the door. "John! John, are you up? Breakfast is done."

John stopped dead, his hand halfway to its goal.

"John?" Another knock.

"Yeah!" His voice cracked, and he sounded like he was seven years old. He quickly cleared his throat. "I'm up! "

"Are you alright?"

Shit. "Yeah, I'm fine! I just… I'll be down in a minute!"

"Do you know where Cameron is? She's MIA, and not answering her phone."

John groaned. "Uhhh I'm sure she's fine. She's probably just out, um…" Think, John, THINK! "Just scouting the perimeter or something and forgot her phone." Yeah, because terminators conveniently "forget" important things like cell phones allll the time when they're supposed to be protecting the future leader of mankind.

"That was lame," Cameron whispered. John just shrugged.

Sarah put her tongue in her cheek. Uh… huh. "I want both of you showered, dressed, and downstairs in ten minutes." She smiled at the silence that answered her, and walked away.

John sighed and collapsed on the bed.

"We are so busted."

Cameron got up and grabbed her phone off the dresser. Frowning, she turned to John. "I don't have any missed calls."

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Exactly 9 minutes and 54 seconds later, John and Cameron walked downstairs. Savannah was just finishing up her pancakes. "Morning sleepyheads!"

"Morning, Red." John sat at the table and rubbed his eyes. He didn't dare look at his mom as she placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. Cameron sat next to him, setting a glass of juice down in front of him.

"Thanks."

"Did you find anything interesting on your patrol, Cameron?" Sarah asked, as she set a plate with a pancake in front of her.

John closed his eyes. His mother had a mean streak, and this… this was a golden opportunity.

"Yes. I found a litter of kittens living under the back porch."

Sarah wasn't expecting a real answer. She didn't know Cameron had actually patrolled the perimeter last night.

"Kittens!!! Sarah can I go see the kittens?" Savannah was nearly bouncing in her chair.

"Later, after you finish your breakfast." The girl pouted, but started shoveling the rest of her pancakes into her mouth.

"Did you sleep well, John? You look a bit tired."

John just shook his head.

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John washed the dishes at the sink slowly. Out in the back yard, Cameron and Savannah were sitting in the grass, kittens crawling all over their laps. The sight made John smile. The mother, a surprisingly petite tabby, was watching Cameron suspiciously, but it seemed the kittens were too young to sense what Cameron was, and were happily gnawing on her fingers.

Sarah finished wiping up the table, and stood beside John. She watched, too, as Cameron picked up a particularly fuzzy gray kitten. It crawled up to her shoulder and attacked her hair.

"She's really good to Savannah. It's kinda cute." Sarah stated quietly.

John turned to look at his mom, who focused on him, and they regarded each other in silence for several long moments.

Finally, Sarah spoke. "Sometimes I hardly recognize you anymore. You've grown up so much… You're not my little boy anymore."

John didn't know what to say. He just stood there, feeling a bit awkward.

"You can be quite stubborn, and you have a heck of a temper. That… you definitely get from me," Sarah admitted with a smile. "But you're also strong, and very smart. You get that from your father. I see him everyday in you, and I couldn't be more proud of the man you've become."

John looked his mother in the eyes. She wasn't one to do serious, emotional chitchats, and neither was he. He was beyond speechless, and embarrassingly close to tears, as his mother opened up to him. He sincerely hoped nobody walked in anytime soon.

Sarah sighed. "I'm not sure I can agree with it, John. And I don't think I'll ever like it. But there are a lot of things that I don't like or agree with, that I can accept." She looked him straight in the eye. "But I swear to you, the moment she even looks at you wrong, I'll burn her to ashes without a second thought. Do you understand?"

John could only nod. This was more than he could have ever, ever hoped for from his mother. He wasn't about to disagree or argue with a damn thing.

"Good. Now why don't you go save Metal Muffin's hair from the mini cougar before she kills it."

John blushed. She so did not just call Cameron "Metal Muffin". I think I might puke.

Before his mom could say anything more embarrassing, he escaped out the back sliding door.

Sarah watched as he gently detangled the kitten from Cameron's hair, and sat between her and Savannah. He held the kitten in front of his face and gave it a mean look, which made the girls laugh.

"She's different, you know."

Sarah turned to find Catherine standing behind her.

"Yeah, so I see."

"It's not what you can see, it's what's inside." She moved closer and stood beside Sarah, gazing out the door at the three in the grass. "Did John explain to you about Cameron's chip?"

"No, he never says anything about it, or her really."

"Well, I'm not quite sure if he would even understand it all, and Cameron herself may not even know completely. So, perhaps you should listen closely."

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I hope you all liked it! For explanation purposes, before I get 20 million questions... It was Sarah's decision to put Cameron and John in the same room. It was her way of apologizing, and trying to accept what she knows she can't really do anything about anyway.