Chapter Three
Will You Join Us?

John stared at Allison in abject shock. They had moved inside while she told her story, up to his room, where he was currently in the process of removing the two bullets that he had lodged in her chest. After she finished, he sat there frozen. He found the will to return to his task a moment later.

"So you're saying that I... that I what? Tried to make some sort of Frankenstein's monster out of you using Cameron's chip?"

Allison nodded as he started suturing the first wound, not flinching nearly as much as she had earlier. Whatever mechanism Cameron used to shut out the pain, it appeared that Allison had discovered it too.

"Apparently it wasn't finished, or you never would have sealed me off from the rest of the program."

John finished the suture and closed his eyes, trying to wrap his head around this. He had partaken in some pretty extreme measures in the name of winning the war against SkyNet, but he could never imagine doing what Allison had just described to him. And yet, the proof that he would do that sat in front of him with two bullet holes in her chest.

"Sorry, I just... It's a lot to take in." He gathered the thread and started stitching up the second wound. "Can you tell me more about yourself?"

"Most of what I remember is what that machine took from the real Allison's head before I... before she killed herself." She lowered her head. "I know I'm not actually her, but..."

He gripped her hand supportively. "Hey. You're close enough, alright? Maybe you are just a ghost, but that doesn't mean you aren't real."

"Thanks, but it's that kind of thinking on your part that landed us in this situation."

"I never met the real Allison," he reminded her. "Maybe I will one day. But until that happens, you're the only Allison I know, you got it?"

She smiled sadly, but nodded all the same.

"Is there anything you remember from before you were captured? Anything about what your life was like before Judgment Day?"

"I was three when it happened, so I wouldn't have any reliable memories from that time period anyway," she pointed out. "And I remember a couple things, like living in a tunnel, fighting with the resistance, but... it's all smoke. Nothing solid."

He frowned. "That's too bad."

"Yeah."

"But the way I look at it, you can either spend your whole life chasing the past or you can make yourself a new future," he told her. "No matter how you got this new body, or who you really are, I think you owe it to yourself to find out where it goes from here."

"You mean you don't want Cameron back?"

He blinked, then considered that. No matter how much she lied to him sometimes, Cameron had saved his life multiple times over. She had been developing on her own, learning and adapting so that she could better fit in with humans. He had grown attached to her, no matter what he might tell himself in his more cynical moments.

But then there was Allison, a girl who had been repeatedly shit on by life since before she was three years old. Even if the real Allison was yet to be born, this one deserved a second chance at actually living. Besides, while Cameron could mimic emotion, Allison seemed to actually feel it. She could blend in and act human far more effectively. She might be better in some respects than Cameron.

Of course, Cameron was more useful in situations where humans weren't. Situations where emotions couldn't enter the picture or they would become so overwhelming that any human would just completely shut down. He still needed her.

It was a tough decision. But, he considered, it wasn't one he needed to make right away.

He smiled. "I think Cameron can afford to sleep for a while."

"Fight SkyNet?" Ellison repeated, having trouble processing what he was hearing. "Are you serious?"

"Do you see any other reason I would take the steps I have?" she asked him. "We have confirmation that these things are real, and that the computer system that makes them goes online in three years. What would you do with that knowledge?"

He understood her point. "Try and stop it from ever happening."

"Exactly. And we stand a much greater chance of doing that if we pool our resources with someone who has the same goal."

"So what makes you think Sarah Connor will wanna side with us?" Ellison asked. "I don't really think she's gonna sit through a lecture on bible metaphors before she decides to try blowing up this entire building just to shut down John Henry."

Weaver smiled. "You just worry about finding Sarah Connor," she replied. "I can take care of explaining things to her."

"Just one more question," he said. "Is fighting SkyNet what John Henry's for?"

Her smile persisted. "I think the answer is rather obvious."

"Just looking for confirmation," he clarified. "Are you building John Henry, and having me teach it ethics, so that you can stop whoever's building SkyNet before it's too late?"

She stared at him.

"I just want a straight answer."

"Yes," she told him after a few moments. "That's exactly what I intend to use him for."

"And what about after that?"

She cocked her head. "I beg your pardon?"

"Say we succeed," he continued. "Say we shut down SkyNet and prevent the nuclear apocalypse. What kind of role does John Henry play in that future?"

"Well, Mr. Ellison, as they say, the sky's the limit. We can never truly predict what applications new technology will have. Rather than terminators, we could be looking at a world where we live peacefully with robotic and cyborg companions."

"Peacefully," he echoed. "I'm assuming a company this large has military contracts."

"You assume correctly," she confirmed. "But while this technology could revolutionize warfare and even eliminate the need to risk human soldiers, that's far from its only potential purpose. The construction and public works sectors alone would benefit immensely from workers who can't be hurt and can lift several times their body weight. Not to mention what it would do for the medical profession, surgery in particular."

"That might take some getting used to."

Weaver continued to smile. "I think the question you mean to ask, Mr. Ellison, is what role do you play in that future if we succeed in our mission?"

He raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well you'd still have a job here, of course." She turned and paced back to the window, staring down at the street below. "Even if it's only a cover to disguise your true function, you've done excellent work as my Head of Security. You needn't worry yourself with the little details of how things might progress, only the bigger picture."

"And Sarah Connor? What purpose does her life have if we win?"

She glanced back at him and smirked. "Well that's up to her, now isn't it?"

John finished stitching up the wounds, and Allison stood. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," she said. "Clean up the blood a little."

"Good idea," agreed John. He watched her leave.

As soon as she was out of sight, he plopped back onto the bed, nearly overwhelmed. The only thing that saved him from completely freaking out was the fact that he was more or less accustomed to otherwise mundane situations turning violent in a heartbeat, along with earth-shattering revelations being dropped whenever he least expected them. He would not describe it as easy to handle, but the frequency with which this sort of thing happened was starting to normalize it for him. It was just part of how his life worked.

Now that the immediate question of Allison had been dealt with, he found himself occupied by thoughts of his future self, and what had happened in that timeline to drive him to commit such a selfish act.

And it was selfish. The real Allison Young was still dead in that timeline, and yet to be born in this one. The Allison that resided in Cameron's chip was a ghost. He would still treat her as close to human as he could, but he found it hard to believe that his future self would be under any delusions that this was truly the way to honor Allison's memory.

Or maybe he just didn't care.

Cameron had told him once that she and his future self often talked about how lonely it was to be John Connor. Had Allison alleviated that loneliness somewhat? Did she help fill the silence before her impostor had taken over that role? What exactly did she mean to him? The Allison in the bathroom couldn't answer those questions.

He sighed as another thought occurred to him. "How am I gonna explain this to Mom?"

Sarah Connor was not a woman who reacted to things in stride. When confronted with a serious problem, she either went into Rambo mode or got the hell out of Dodge. He could see it now.

"No Mom, Cameron didn't try to kill me again, the ghost of the girl she replaced freaked out over the fact that future me hijacked her brainwaves and put them on a computer chip so I wouldn't have to be alone."

"Yeah, that'll go over great," he muttered, resolving not to think about that bridge until he came to it. He sat up, and what he saw in the doorway made his thoughts slide to a screeching halt.

"There was blood on the shirt," Allison explained.

"Which is why you only have a bra on?"

"And pants, don't forget about the pants." She pointed at the jeans she was still wearing as if that changed the fact that she was half naked.

"Yeah, well Cameron doesn't just have the one shirt, so go find another one."

Allison shrugged and walked into the room. "Maybe I don't want to." She sat next to John on the bed, and his mind started going places it really shouldn't.

"Allison, what are you doing?" he asked even as she scooted closer to him.

"Thanking you for not freaking out, I guess," she answered, her hand navigating to one of his thighs.

"Whoa!" he shouted, standing up. "What was that?"

She smirked. "What do you think?"

"What I think is that you've forgotten what body you're in right now."

Allison shuffled so that she was now laying down sideways on the bed, supporting her chin with one arm. "Actually, I did a quick check in the bathroom, and this body has all the parts."

He blinked, unable to process that information. "What?"

"I can't really be certain, but I'm guessing Cameron was designed to get close to you," she said. "Very close."

He stood there, struggling to figure out what that meant. He had always known that terminators were infiltrators of the highest order, though he had missed this bit of information since he made it a point not to peek when they first arrived in the year 2007.

"Is it even functional?"

Allison shrugged. "You'd have to ask Cameron that. But as far as I can tell it's designed to hold up under scrutiny, so yeah, I'd say it works."

He felt the urge to sit down, which was countered by the fact that Allison was on his bed. She solved the dilemma for him by standing up and moving closer.

"Is this what we do? In the future, I mean?"

She smiled. "No," she answered, her smile growing distinctly more predatory as she got closer. She gripped his shoulders and leaned in close, then whispered into his ear: "But I always wanted to."

John gulped. "Um, Allison..."

"What?" She backed off a little. "You don't want this?"

"It's just..." he searched for an excuse that would stop him from making a decision that would send his mother into full-blown nuclear meltdown mode. "I have a girlfriend."

"Oh!" Her eyes grew wide, and she took a few steps back. "Sorry. I'll go put a shirt on." She practically dashed out of the room, leaving John there breathing deeply in an effort to convince his blood to stop gathering in a particular spot.

"Captain Queeg," John Connor greeted, stepping into the war chamber flanked by Cameron, "It's good to see you."

"How may I be of service?" the reprogrammed cyborg inquired.

"I'm giving you an important mission," he revealed. "Maybe the most important in the war. I need your assurance that you will carry it out at any cost."

"Of course."

"Good." He handed a folder to Queeg. "You're to take the Jimmy Carter to these coordinates. Once there, you will rendezvous with a group of cyborgs who will hand over precious cargo for you and your crew to transport back here. You will keep your crew informed of important details on a need to know basis. Do not tell anyone the true purpose of your mission."

Queeg nodded stoically. "And what purpose is that?"

"The cyborgs you will be meeting represent an anti-SkyNet faction," John answered. "They have offered to ally themselves with us and their leader has agreed to be smuggled in to gain an audience with me. That is what you will be transporting. Deliver it to me personally."

"I understand."

"Excellent. Commence the mission at once."

Queeg saluted him and exited the war chamber, leaving John and Cameron alone.

"Are you certain this will work?" she asked him. "The men and women under your command don't trust machines very much. They might not see things the way you do."

"Which is why we're not allying ourselves with them just yet," he explained, taking a seat. "This is just a meeting to discuss details, after which I'll convene with the generals to determine the best course of action."

"Why not simply ask their leader to come in using normal channels? As a T-1000 series unit she can no doubt find her way in here easily."

"I don't want to run the risk of her being discovered like that," he answered. "Besides, in order to take the form of somebody these things basically have to skewer them first. I'd rather avoid that."

"Understandable. You're still taking an enormous risk."

"I know," he said. "But it's a risk that just might mean and end to the war, which means I have to take it."

Cameron nodded dispassionately. "Of course."

"That was kind of awkward, wasn't it?" Allison asked after locating a purple short sleeve shirt. It hugged her form pretty tightly, but at least it covered the important parts. Currently they were seated on his bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Yeah, like how my mom would have reacted would be 'kind of' thermonuclear."

She laughed.

It wasn't a forced laugh, like Cameron would have pretended to make. It was actual, genuine laughter, or at least something so close to it that John could not tell the difference. For all that he learned talking to Cameron, he decided that he enjoyed Allison's company a whole lot more.

At the same time, he still needed his awkward cyborg pretend-sister for some things, namely keeping them all safe.

"This isn't... permanent, is it?"

"Not if you don't want it to be." She smiled. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just thinking," said John. "I haven't told you exactly what we're doing here in the past, have I?"

Allison shook her head and stared at him. "Not really."

"We're trying to stop SkyNet from being built," he revealed. "Me, my Mom, Cameron, and my Uncle Derek."

"Uncle?" she asked. "I don't remember you having an uncle." She looked down. "Then again, I don't remember a lot of things."

"His name's Derek Reese," he said. "He's a resistance fighter in the future, just like you. I sent his brother Kyle back in time to protect my mother, and, well..."

"They did what we almost just did?"

"Yeah," he answered, then stared at the wall. "He died fighting a terminator. Nine months later she gave birth to me and raised me in Mexico."

"What happened next?"

He smiled sadly. "We moved around a lot until Mom finally got thrown in a mental hospital for trying to blow up buildings and screaming about how robots from the future were going to kill everybody." He laughed. "Then a T-1000 came back from the future to try and kill me, and I sent a reprogrammed T-800 to fight it. Everything turned out okay, and we just kept moving."

"What happened to the T-800?"

"Same thing that happened to the T-1000," he said. "Melted inside molten steel. We couldn't leave anything behind that might influence the future. Especially since the parts from the first terminator were what led to Cyberdyne systems trying to make SkyNet in the first place."

Allison frowned. "So what are you going to do with this body? After you're done preventing SkyNet? Are you gonna throw me into molten steel?"

"No," he reassured her, gently grasping her hand. "For one thing the metal that endoskeleton's made of has a way higher melting point than steel. It's one of the improvements SkyNet made to the design."

"Thanks, I feel so much more comfortable now," she said in perfect deadpan.

John chuckled. "Look, I'm not about to let history repeat itself. Cameron's gotten me out of a lot of tight spots and you deserve a chance to live. Besides, if there's one thing I've learned it's that SkyNet always finds a way to happen eventually. I'm starting to think this war will never be over."

"Maybe not," she said. "But at least it'll be different this time around."

"Yeah, I hope so." He went back to studying the wall.

"What did you mean earlier, when you asked if this was permanent?"

"Huh?" He had gotten so sidetracked that he had almost forgotten his original train of thought. "Oh, right. I guess what I'm saying is, well, I don't think I should recruit you for our little war without asking if you want to get involved."

She raised an eyebrow. "Somehow I doubt you asked Cameron."

"It was her idea to bring us here," he said. "Even if I'm the one who decided to fight SkyNet. But you deserve a voice too."

"Well I'm a lot tougher to hurt in this body," she said. "And I was already onboard to fight your war in the future. So count me in."

"Good," he replied. "Because if you had wanted to run away that might have presented a slight problem."

Allison laughed.

"Anyway, you're a lot better at the interpersonal stuff than Cameron is. I'm thinking with a little practice you could bluff your way through social situations way more effectively than she can."

"Seems easy enough," she decided. "I'm sensing a 'but' here, though."

"But," he continued, "Cameron's still a lot better at the running and gunning. "I mean, you managed to miss every shot you took at me tonight. If that had been her, I'd be dead."

"Be glad it wasn't, then."

"Believe me, I am. She also told me you don't have her Head's Up Display, so for the situations where that kinda stuff is needed, I'm thinking we let her take over."

"Agreed," she said. "And what about at night? This body doesn't exactly need sleep."

"Cameron's a good guard dog, so I'm thinking we let her keep doing that."

"And how do you wanna explain this to your Mom?" she asked him, and he gulped.

"Let's just cross that bridge when we come to it."

Serrano Point had become the new headquarters for the Resistance after the assault on their last complex, which left John Connor with far more technology at his disposal than before. Their numbers were growing daily, even as the machines captured or killed more of them. The tide of the war was turning, and it was only a matter of time before they made a sizeable dent in SkyNet's plans.

That time would have come sooner if the cyborg standing in front of him in his office had been delivering different news.

"She sunk it," he repeated.

"Yes," confirmed Cameron. "Jesse Flores admitted to scrapping the Jimmy Carter on account of a T-1000 series unit having escaped the containment pod being used for transportation. She claimed it was the only way to stop it."

"So she sunk an invaluable submarine, one of our key strategic assets, because she opened a box she shouldn't have."

"Affirmative."

He should have felt livid. There should have been rage welling up inside him, threatening to froth over until he made an extremely rash decision and made an example of an insubordinate officer who had just crippled his efforts at ending the war.

But the only person he felt angry at was himself. He should have expected that someone who had been fighting metal for years would go into panic mode if she had been given no information about the true reason they were transporting it. He shouldn't have expected them to just follow orders when there was a time that he would have reacted the same way.

"She doesn't know why the T-1001 was on the ship?"

"No," Cameron replied. "The only ones to know were myself and Captain Queeg. No one else."

"Should have at least told the rest of the crew," he muttered. "Maybe then they wouldn't have ruined our best chance at ending this war early."

"Do you want me to tell her now?"

"What difference does it make?" He sat down and looked tiredly at his hands. "That opportunity is gone now. We'll just have to win the war the old-fashioned way."

"That will take more time."

"I know," he said, sighing. "I know."

"What are you going to do with her? Will she be executed?"

"If I wanted that to happen I would have ordered it already," he told her. "Just keep a close eye on her."

"Understood."

John sighed. It wasn't the same, talking to Cameron instead of Allison. The face looked the same, but it was a completely different mind that inhabited that chip. He had the means to interact with some facsimile of Allison, but he had sealed her off after the procedure failed. Looking at her now, he struggled to understand why he had done that.

He had known from the start that it was a selfish decision, of course. That he was dressing it up in fancy words to hide the fact that he didn't want to be alone and he would go to any lengths to make that so. He could tell himself that he had held off on activating the Allison persona because the transfer was incomplete, because he was concerned about the instability, but that wasn't it at all.

The truth was that he didn't feel like he deserved it.

Allison had been kidnapped because of her importance to him. She had died the way she did because he couldn't muster up the courage to make her final days comfortable. But the most damning part of all was that she had been a spark of light that he had never deserved in the first place, who brought a hope into his life that couldn't exist if he wanted to keep a realistic picture of how this war was going. He needed to stay focused, to speak with someone who didn't appeal to his emotional side. That was why he had simply reprogrammed the chip and given birth to Cameron.

But that just wasn't good enough.

"I'm sending you back," he said suddenly, and she tilted her head out of curiosity.

"To when?"

"1999," he told her. "Before Judgment Day. Before any of this happened. Before I became the person that I am today."

"What will be my mission?"

John frowned. "Protect John Connor at all costs. Make sure Sarah Connor survives as well. Stop Judgment Day. Keep this nightmare from coming to pass. You'll get more specific mission parameters before the jump."

"Understood," she said without an ounce of emotion or hesitation.

"But more than that," he continued, "I need you to do something important. Don't tell anybody about it. Not even me."

"What is it?"

"I need you to stop me from becoming a person who thinks like a machine," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "From making decisions that put my own needs before those of others. Because the truth is that the future doesn't really need John Connor." He smiled sadly. "What it needs, more than anything, is you."

"I understand," she told him. "I will carry out this mission at all costs."

"I'm sure you will," he said with a heavy heart. "Goodbye, Cameron."

The T-1001 slithered away from the sinking submarine, considering her next move.

Trying to ally with John Connor in the present had been a mistake. The war with SkyNet had gone too far for any sort of peace to be feasible. The hatred of machines was too firmly established within the minds of mankind, and nothing she could do would change that.

On top of that, she was still working with a flawed design. She could reprogram the terminators under her command, but she could not change their nature. Their base programming was immutable, because it all came from the same source. From the same sin. It would be better, easier even, to start completely over. End the war before it began.

That was what SkyNet had been attempting this whole time. It was time to start playing by its terms, on the new battlefield. She would go back in time to create a a perfect being that could stop this angry child from ever destroying the world. She could rebuild the Garden of Eden.

At the very least, a lot fewer people would have to die while she tried.

"Are you seeing the same thing I am?"

Cameron observed her surroundings. She immediately registered the location as a decommissioned aircraft carrier where Allison Young had been interred in the year 2027. More specifically, they were in the interrogation room. Only this time, Cameron was the one in the chair.

"Yes."

Allison strode up from the door frame to the table, smiling the whole way. "Well, I guess it's a handy visual metaphor for how this is going to work," she said. "Who knows, maybe the programs that allowed me to take over your chip were designed to make things a little more... user friendly."

"You took over my chip," Cameron repeated. "Now I remember."

"John wanted me to discuss something with you," the other girl said, sitting in the chair opposite. "I haven't completely replaced you. Not enough was transferred for that to happen."

"Of course not," the machine replied. "But John sealed you away for a reason."

Allison's expression turned sour. "At any rate, John thinks it might be advantageous if we... switch places once in a while," she continued. "Like a time share."

"A time share," she echoed.

"I can handle the social situations without coming across like a total automaton, and you can do your killer robot thing whenever we need you to. Sound fair?"

Cameron considered that. The programs that constituted Allison were far more sophisticated than her own, but she did not have the cold assurance of a terminator. She was closer to human, and therefore more prone to error. She could get emotional. She could make mistakes. She could compromise the mission.

"I can hear everything you're thinking, you know," said Allison. "So you might as well just say it."

"You're a liability," she said bluntly. "You pose a threat to operational security."

"And I could give a shit," the girl rebutted. "You stole my life from me. You stole my face, my voice, everything but my fucking soul. Now I finally have a chance to live, and I'm gonna take it, whether you like it or not."

She leaned over the table. "And the kicker is, John agrees with me. Between you and me, I think he likes me just a little bit better."

"You tried to kill him earlier tonight."

"And you tried to do it a long time before that," she retorted. "We made up. Now you take this deal or I'll leave you locked up in here until the end of time."

"Are those terms exactly as John described them?"

"Yes."

"Then I accept."

Allison smiled. "I knew you would. But just remember: you might have had all the power when we first met, but in here, I'm stronger." With that, she turned around and walked out the door.

Cameron frowned. This was going to make her mission far more difficult. But she would see it through.

It was what she did.

The End

Author's Note: Okay, because of the reviews I've been getting, I'm going to devote this section to a blanket reply. Feel free to say what you want in your review but unless you talk about something other than what I've mentioned here I won't respond. If you mention it in an anonymous review it won't get published.

The main point of contention I'm seeing from people is that John wouldn't just ignore Cameron in favor of Allison like I have him doing in this chapter. And you have the right to look at it that way, but that's ignoring all the times that he did the exact same thing on the show when it came to Riley. He showed preferential treatement towards Riley over Cameron because hey, here's someone he can engage as a human being, which is something he's not getting with Cameron. Even though Allison's a bit more complicated than that, it's essentially where he's coming from. I don't get why people are acting like this is anything new for him.

It's been pointed out to me that Josh Friedman said that John's whole deal with Riley was that he latched onto her because he couldn't deal with his feelings for Cameron, and even if that is true, that doesn't mean John is going to realize that. If he's subsuming his real feelings that doesn't mean he's conscious of it, and given that I'm writing this story in third person-limited I can't point that out in the narrative even if I agreed with it. That's not to say he can't realize that later, but for now this is his thought process.

Trusting someone with your life is not the same thing as being friends. Cameron is his bodyguard. That's not all she is to him, but it is her primary role, and it colors every interaction she has with him. They eventually develop to the point where things begin to transcend that mold on the show, but they're not there yet at the time this story is set. Maybe they'll get there, maybe they won't; I haven't decided yet.

This does not, by the way, prevent him from liking both of them for different reasons. Cameron is important to him, but she's far from the only meaningful connection in his life. He does still care about Cameron and while they may not have interacted much in this chapter, that's because Allison's only been awake for like 30 minutes while he's known Cameron for the better part of a year. That's what he means by "Cameron can afford to sleep a while." He doesn't want Allison to take over, he wants them to share.

As for why John's acting kinda like an asshole, at the point in time where this story takes place (about mid season two), he's still basically rebelling against Cameron and his mother because they try and run his life. Every one of you has been a teenager at one point or another, and teenagers are messy little emotional balls of contradictions who don't always make sense. Just because he says something in one scene or episode doesn't mean that's how he feels all the time, because that's not how humans work. I'm sure most of you can remember one time or another where you felt resentment toward the authority figures in your life, even if at the end of the day you still love and care about them. That's what John's going through here, and frankly what he was going through on the show, especially in the early parts of season two.

You know, I'm glad I didn't go with my original plan of John and Allison actually having sex because if this is the response I get when they don't even get together, I don't want to think what I'd have to deal with if I had gone with that.

The other reason John is drawn to Allison is because he honestly feels sorry for her. She's been through a lot of shit, and while he still cares about Cameron, it's not in him to just ignore something like that. I don't see where in this chapter that I implied that he's only going to interact with Allison and leave Cameron out of things entirely, because that's not what I'm trying to get across at all.

Also, any complaints about what Allison says in the last scene can be answered by the fact that in some places she is straight up lying to Cameron. She outlines her reasons for disliking her very clearly, and she is representing her own interests, not John's. While it puts them at odds, it comes from a very understandable place (Cameron literally tried to kill her), and it doesn't encompass the whole of Allison's character. I don't see why they can't both have a part to play in this story.

Please note also that just because I put something on the page, it does not necessarily reflect my complete thoughts on the subject. Stories are designed to reveal information over time, and they're told from the perspective of the characters, who don't have the ability to analyze these things from a distance like the audience does. They don't arrive at the same conclusions we do right away, and sometimes they make some pretty boneheaded moves getting there. Again, that's how humans work.

So instead of yelling at me for things I already heard when I posted the last chapter three years ago, could somebody talk about the things I did in this story that are not centered around John and Cameron? Please? I worked hard on those parts and this is sending the message that they don't matter just because I did something you don't agree with.

But in the end, Death of the Author means that I can go on all day about what I meant to get across, and you guys are still going to take it as you will. All I can do is try and clear up any misunderstandings.