Author's Note: Thanks everyone for the positive response. For those who haven't read my previous two stories, and for those who have but can't remember, here's a little recap...

This is a kinda crossover with TSCC and Doctor Who. Don't be put off, I'm trying to get it so you don't need that much background info of Doctor Who to get what's going on.

Cameron went through the events of "Samson and Delilah," but at the end, she made a choice she didn't make in the series. The commands to kill John were hard-wired into her, so she deliberately damaged that section of her chip. The result was an overload, which made everyone think she was glitching. The ensuing arguement made her run away unnoticed, and she ended up with tempory amnesia. She ended up meeting an unusual character from an alternate universe, who had been exiled from it, for reasons unknown. In that universe, Terminator is fiction, so she gets to understand what is going on fairly easily.

She managed to save Cameron, when a time bubble started to form around them. However, the process badly damaged the other person's body, and send them back in time, before the Connors had jumped to 2007. However, she was saved by an infusion of alien DNA from a mysterious hand in a jar that had appeared the same time as her. It turns out that Jane was exposed to Time Lord DNA, which allowed her to survive in the TSCC universe she was in, because it was toxic to her. Cameron was affected by all of this, her body absorbing some DNA, and was altered by a healing energy field.

They discover a mysterious blue box, which they call The Cathedral of Time, because it can go anywhere and anywhen. Jane uses it to give Cameron inspiration, and leaves her back at the point just before she runs out of the church, after which she goes back in time to wait for the Connors, to help them.

Things happen as per the series, with the Serrano Mission taking place. But Cameron and Derek end up finding a wounded Jane after the bar where Sarah met Greenway, and they ended up back in time to 1888, meeting Captain Jack Harkness, a man who somehow cannot die, and was brought from another universe to help them in the fight against Skynet.

They all faced a Terminator sent to kill John's ancestor, and worse yet, a Victorian Age Skynet in the making. They succeeded, but at a high cost: Jane sacrificed herself to ensue the factory was destroyed, and the Cathedral is programmed to destroy itself when they all leave.

A lot's happened... ;)

Razor

60 Hours Before

I just stare at the central console, trying anything to get us t go back. We have to save her, we have to! No matter how hard I try to get it to do something, it just ignores me, as if all controls are locked out. We can't just abandon her to that army of Terminators... we can't! It's not right! My hands catch me as I jolt forward. The engines have stopped. We... we've arrived back at two thousand and seven. And all the controls for operating the Cathedral's travel functions are shut down, stopping me from trying to get us back and save the missing member of our team.

And then it hits me: we can't go back, and we'll never see her again.

And she died alone....

I sink to the floor, curling up with my back supported by the main console's central column. I can't help but keep on thinking about her. I'd... we'd ended up sharing intimacy. I can't take this. The pain. I'm overloaded with pain, and I have just run my tenth diagnostic to find the source of the pain. And I can't. How can I register so much pain – agony – and not be damaged? I stare up at Derek, whose there, looking at me uncomfortably in reaction to my pleading eyes. Jack has rushed of to the console that serves as a science station, and is clearly up to something. The back of my skull registers pain as I start slamming the column behind me, the build-up of frustration just intolerable. No matter how much it hurts me, I still bang my head into it. Oh. That's not good. My vision just went fuzzy for a second. My chip... it's just sustained some damage. I swallow hard, as I decide what to do. I unsteadily get up, and walk towards Captain Jack Harkness. He must be feeling upset too, given that we'd all spent so much time together. My hand reaches for the chair, and I grip it hard to steady myself. I'm still in agony, but I'm now very, very scared. I don't want to die. Not like this. Not through a bad chip...

"Got it," he says, which gets Derek's attention as well as mine. I feel Derek's presence behind me as we stare at the screen. I can hear Jack swallow hard as he reads the newspaper clippings displayed. I see a picture of a large building on fire.

"She did it... she got the whole thing incinerated. They then had an investigation, because the sale of the explosion was enough to make people believe that there was illegal chemicals in there... wait. They were completely discredited, and arrest warrants for them. Seems that the authorities thought that it was a case of mass murder, because of employees, and since all records were destroyed in the explosion... "

"No-one could contradict that belief. With those arrest warrants, they'd never be able to re-start their project, either." Derek comments. A sniffle escapes me as I speak up.

"She'd said that she'd been busy at the party, working on a back-up plan. I guess this is it," I say as I feel like I'm going to tear in two. I sway slightly. My co-ordination is heavily damaged. I start running careful diagnostics. I don't get how-

Oh. my Shock Assembly has some damage. I swallow hard, realising what this means. I look back at the screen. I don't want to think about it. Derek speaks up.

"What I don't get is how she knew the mission would fail-"

"Been thinking bout that. When we were at the police station, when we were finding the first Terminator, she looked at Cameron, and she realised that something that Cameron said or something meant she was in a paradox. I guess that means that-"

"We'll meet her again. Before she goes on the mission." My words finish off what Jack was saying, and the Captain just nods at me sadly.

"My guess is that she figures out enough from our future selves to tip her off about what her future holds." Jack looks at Derek.

"Well, if she'd seen me, then she'd have reacted differently when I first appeared. So it has to be you two." With a horrific realisation, Jack's words give me clarity.

"No, it's me," I say quietly. I look at both of them, though the movement seems to have affected my visual systems again. I feel my left eyelid twitch, which I ignore.

"She had never met you before, had she?" I remind Derek. I frown as I close my eyes. "It's going to be me, because seeing her again, before she goes off to die..." Wait. I feel the pain lessen as hope fills me.

"We can warn her, give her the information she'd need to survive-" Jack suddenly is on his feet, gripping my shoulders tightly, his face very close to mine.

"You mustn't. I know what you're saying, and why, but you mustn't. You know the Lord of Time, as you put him? Well, there was this girl. Blonde, bright, cheerful, and we all ended up travelling together. We became friends. And she told me this story, of the time when she'd gone back in time with him to the day her father had died. She'd wanted to make sure that he didn't die alone. Except she messed up."

"How?" I ask. Jack's face is more serious that I've ever seen it before.

"She ended up saving him instead. Because of that, these big, inter-dimensional creatures came to wipe out all life on Earth, as a way to heal the wound in time created by her doing that." I swallow hard, and ask the question I know I won't like the answer to.

"How did it turn out?" Jack looks at me, his lips tightening.

"In the end, her father realised what had happened. That he'd meant to die. And the car that was meant to knock him down had been stuck in a loop, coming in and out of existence. The next time it reappeared, he ran out in front of it, and was fatally wounded. To save the people of the planet. And Rose held his hand until he died." I close my eyes, realising what he's saying.

"I've got to keep the whole chain of events the way they are... or else horrible things will happen." I feel tears flow down my cheeks. Derek puts a hand on my shoulder.

"You'll get through this, yo-"

On the other side of the Cathedral's control room is a golden flash of light. It sounds like electricity. Or lightning. I run to the area, wanting to be on hand if it's time displacement. Because if it's Metal coming through, I'll... I'll...

Okay, pausing. I'm gripping the central console hard, because my co-ordination is deteriorating again. I move forward again, Derek and Jack overtaking me. I stagger forward, ignoring all the red-line warnings screaming across my vision. I don't care. I'm going to protect Derek and Jack, I swear... as I reach them, I collapse to my knees. I gulp as I stare forward, knowing that I'm not able to do anything. I hate this, my chip. It's really not tight, this situation. I should be able to protect the people I care about, and I can't...

I see the light build up, and I see a human figure emerge. And then it's over. I stare at the woman in front of me, whose clearly of Far Eastern ethnicity, with black combat boots, some kind of black tactical gear, her dog tags tangling over a tear in her black shirt, revealing a nasty stomach wound. My eyes look into her face, and into those cold, efficient eyes. Definitely a soldier. But she's not been sent by John. Future John, I mean. Because she'd have no clothes if that was the case. Wait. I know her...

"Jesse?" both me and Derek say at the same time. It's the only name I have for her. I caught it in passing just once when I was in the base. Maybe it's a more advanced set of equipment she used? Derek is rushing to hug and help her, Jack is looking at her carefully, frowning at my being on my knees. Jesse frowns, then pushes Derek away.

"What the frak are you playing at?" she hisses, a frown on her face. Derek's now wary, trying to work out what's going on.

"Jesse, it's me. Derek," he says. She shakes her head.

"Major Kendra Shaw. Where am I?" she says, grimacing as she looks around the place. I try to get up, but my legs aren't working. My chip's Neural Net is trying to repair itself, but it's not easy...

"The Cathedral of Time," I say simply. The Major eyes me warily, unblinking.

"Why you on your knees?" She asks, though it sounds a little like an order. I swallow hard.

"Your chip," Derek says suddenly. I just nod.

"The Shock Assembly is damaged, and must be hitting my chip. I'm sorry," I apologise. I try to get up, and I unsteadily manage it. I feel myself sway slightly. The Major's expression is one of murderous rage.

"A frakking Skinjob Toaster!" she snarls as she draws out her gun, pointing it perfectly at my forehead. My head tilts left slightly, as my confusion builds up.

"My condition has deteriorated to the point I wouldn't make good toast," I tell her as she has a look of annoyed remembrance, and she puts her gun away. "Though the damage to my visual systems might make me toast skin by mistake," I concede. I look at Derek.

"I don't want to die. Not like this. To die like this, with my chip breaking apart... that would be too totally whack," I say as a shudder goes through me. Jack has me by the arm, and is leading me to the main corridor.

"Best get you two ladies to the medical bay," he says with a finality to his voice. I lurch forward, Derek helping Major Shaw. I ignore my fear as I make the journey. Either I'm not keeping track of time and details properly any more, or I'm not paying attention, because we get to it sooner than normal. I manage to get to a bed just as my legs fail me. Have to shift my body onto the bed. One leg, then the other... focus. I can do this.

With massive effort, I get my legs onto the bed, and I shift myself onto my back. I give Jack a small, frightened smile.

"My chip's really crapped up," I say, unable to hide how scared I'm feeling. Jack gives me a reassuring smile.

"We'll fix this," he says in a reassuring way. Derek is hovering over me.

"Best thing we can do is unplug you for a while. Stop further happening," he says softly. I shake my head, panicked tears streaking from my eyes.

"No! You'd smash my chip... kill me," I say, scared. "I don't want to die," I whimper. Derek has out a large combat knife.

"I won't smash your chip. You're a pain in our asses, but you're our pain in our asses," he says. My eyes widen as a fearful reaction.

"I can't move my body," I whisper. Derek moves my head slightly, and starts cutting into my scalp.

"What you doing?" Jack says as he's helping to sort out Major Shaw. Derek peels away the scalp, exposing my chip's port access cover. He prises it open, a hissing sound greeting my ears, and I take a sharp breath of air as a reaction to the pain. My flesh is now much more integrated. Much more a part of me. I see flashing warnings that my port is open, that my chip is exposed.

"Getting to her chip. Have to cut open the scalp to expose it," Derek says simply. He pulls out a small pair of pliers.

"It'll just be like brain surgery. We'll sort this out. I promise," he says reassuringly. I look up at at him, my eyes wide with fear as the pliers are gripping the plug holding my chip.

"Please don't kill me... please..."

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he says as he twists and pulls my chip out, making everything go black.