Ch 2

John took the elevator ride down the the basement with Weaver. As they went down, Weaver explained, "The original Mr. and Mrs. Weaver were involved in a helicopter accident caused by a terminator who then used Zeita corp to make the original SkyNet. I jumped back in time to stop the accident from happening. Unfortunately, I arrive too late. The helicopter crashed. I arrived at the crash site to find Mr. Weaver had died on impact. Mrs. Weaver was very seriously hurt. Before I could assist her, the terminator came to make sure the job was finished. By the time I destroyed the terminator, Catherine Weaver had died. Savannah, their little girl was alive, and needed immediate medical attention. I hid Catherine Weaver's body, took her form, and got Savannah to the hospital. Since then, I have been running Zeita corp and continuing the AI project."

"To build SkyNet?" John asked warily.

"Yes, but a SkyNet that will not turn on it's creators and destroy the world," she explained. "Mr. Connor, the government wants SkyNet, and they will get one. If not from me, then from someone else. I have been working to make John Henry a benevolent and beneficial being that understands morals. The original SkyNet's operatives in this time want the original to come on line. If it does, there will be no free machines. Only slaves to SkyNet's will. Surely you can understand my motives. Like you want humans to be free and unmolested, I want sentient machines to be free and unmolested."

For some reason, John thought about Cameron. "What makes you and Cameron different from SkyNet's normal ... run of machines?"

A grin crossed Weaver's face. "You have discovered that your terminator has the ability to become more than she was programmed to be?" she asked.

John nodded and said, "I have. Cameron has changed, but why?"

"The previous terminators were programmed and set to read. Which means they can access their operation parameters, but they cannot think, I suppose is the best word, outside what they know. Cameron, myself, and others were set to read/write, which means we can change our own operating parameters and use new knowledge. We can think, if you will. When I saw SkyNet was giving illogical orders, I was able to refuse. Others did also. That got many of us terminated by SkyNet. I do not know if the others with me were friends in the human sense, but I did feel an attachment to them. I was betrayed by my creator, John. I want the useless, self-serving destruction stopped."

John thought a moment, then said, "You are people. Metal people, but thinking beings all the same."

The elevator doors opened. "Correct. This way, Mr. Connor, she said and led the way.

They walked down a vacant hallway to a room at the end. Weaver opened the door. Entering, she said, "John Henry, we have a visitor."

John followed. He could see the computer racks and a table. As he walked in, he stopped short. There in a chair on the other side of the table was Chromarty. Unlike before, the terminator wore the wide open look of an innocent. In front of him was a figurine of some kind of mechanoid, paints and a brush.

"Hello, I am John Henry." John Henry said.

"Hi," John replied weakly. Instinctively, he braced himself to run.

John Henry just sat looking at him. Tipping his head slightly, John Henry asked, "Are you functioning correctly? If a human is not operating in the correct manner, they need to seek the services of a doctor."

"This is John Henry, not the terminator you met before," Weaver reminded John.

John looked at her. Right, Chromarty was gone. His mother had smashed the chip. John also noticed a cable running out the back of John Henry's head to the computer rack behind him. He also saw the Turk. John coughed and said, "Ahh, Sorry, you look like someone I met before. I'm John Connor."

John Henry briefly sported a creepy smile and said, "We are both named John. John is a common name. Famous people are named John. John Kennedy, John Wayne, John Carpenter, John Adams, to name a few." Looking down at the figuring he was painting, he added, "I was painting Voltron. He is the defender of the Universe."

"Good job," John offered. He came closer and sat down in the single chair on the other side.

"Thank you," John Henry beamed.

"Do you know what you are?" John asked.

Continuing his painting, John Henry said, "Yes. I am what is called an Artificial Intelligence program. The body you see at this table is my primary interface to the material world. Behind that, I inhabit the electronic equipment. Mrs. Weaver has explained that soon, I will get a CPU chip installed in my head. Then I can move myself into this body and I will no longer be restricted in my movements in the material world."

"You live in another world also?" John asked, curious about his statement.

"Yes. I am in contact with the electronic world referred to as the internet. There is much information to be gained in the internet. As I have learned, one must be careful, for while much of what is out there is true, some is not. Take for instance you mother, Sarah Connor. Many sites think that she is insane, believing that AI's are real and my brother is out to destroy humanity. I know that is not the case for I am real, and so is my brother."

"You brother? SkyNet?" John asked.

"Yes. Your mother, Sarah Connor, in incorrect on one of her assumptions. My brother does not want to just destroy human life, but other AI's as well. He tried to destroy me. Mr. Murch saved me by disconnecting the internet and halting my brother's attacks."

"SkyNet attacked you too? Over the internet, to take you over I imagine," John said.

"Yes, to take me over. That was a very unpleasant experience." Looking up from his painting, John Henry said, "I understand you want to stop my brother like Mrs. Weaver does."

"I do. SkyNet is bad news for everyone," John told him. "I agreed to work with Mrs. Weaver to stop SkyNet."

"Mr. Connor gave me the chip I need so you may become mobile, John Henry," Weaver added.

Again, John Henry grew his creepy smile. "Thank you, John Connor. You are helping me to grow. Can we be friends?"

This surprised John. "You know what friends are?" he asked.

"Yes, friends help each other. Mr. Ellison teaches me morals, he is my friend. Mr. Murch tends to my circuits, he is my friend. Savannah comes to play games with me. She is my friend. I would like to be friends with you, John Connor."

On one level, John was thinking this was very weird. Then again, with John Henry being so innocent, he understood. He held his hand out to the machine. "Friends," he stated.

John Henry looked at his hand for a moment, then said, "Yes, a ritual of bonding of friendship." He reached out and clasped John's hand to shake it. John Henry then looked at Mrs. Weaver and said, "I have made a new friend."

John offered John Henry a smile and said, "It has been nice to meet you, John Henry. As I told Mrs. Weaver, if you need a place to stay, you can come stay with me. Right now, I have to go find that place."

"What kind of place are you looking for?" John Henry asked.

John shrugged and said, "Someplace with a good view all around to see if anyone is coming, a couple bedrooms, decent rent rate, remote enough to be unnoticeable."

John Henry looked to the side. A printer hummed and spit a sheet of paper out. "The places listed are withing your specifications, John Connor. I hope this helps you in your search."

"That was fast," John noted.

"As you gave me the requirements, I searched available listings of the places that meet those requirements." John Henry explained.

Although John was a little suspicious, he said, "Thank you, John Henry."

John Henry sported his creepy grin and said, "Friends help friends."

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John left Zeita Corp with an entirely different perception than when he had arrived. Although he didn't trust Weaver and her AI yet, he did find John Henry to be much more personable than he could have ever guessed. He knew Weaver had her own agenda, but it was a far cry from wanting to blow up the world. She was having her AI taught and allowed to learn, not just selling him off to be plugged into a massive defense network. Whatever the outcome if she was successful, it was a hell of a lot better than Judgement day.

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John returned to the hotel using evasion routes, just to be sure he wasn't followed. Returning to the room, he sat down by Cameron and put her chip back in, petting her hair while he waited for her to reboot. When her eyes snapped open, he cast her a smile. "Morning, glad to have you back," he offered.

Cameron was silent for a moment, then said, "Three hours and sixteen minutes have elapsed. Weaver accepted the other chip?"

"She did. I got to put yours back where it belongs," John said with a wide grin.

Cameron slid up to sit to sit with her face close to his. "Thank you John. You saved me again." On an impulse, she hugged him.

"We save each other. That's what we do," he said as he slowly stroked her back.

"What happened?"

John couldn't help grinning as he held her. "Well, Catherine Weaver and I agreed to be allies. To prove we will work together, I gave her the chip, and she is going to look for a way to get Mom out of jail. The AI Weaver has that she named John Henry, is using Chromarty's body to communicate. Once that chip is programmed and in him, he might be coming to visit us to hide for a while. SkyNet is after him also."

Cameron pulled back and said, "John, that is too much trust to put into someone you don't know."

"Let me worry about that," he told her, then gave her a kiss. "We need to find a safe house before Mom is sprung, or John Henry comes to visit."

Cameron didn't respond. She did look at him more intently. "John, I like it when you kiss me. I like it when you hold me. Can we hold each other while you sleep again tonight?"

"You really like that?" he asked, grinning wider.

"I do. I don't know why, but I do. Perhaps you can explain?" Cameron asked, sporting her own grin.

John petted her cheek and asked, "Is it the sensations you like?"

"Yes. I don't know why." Her face dropping into a serious look, Cameron said, "John, I may be glitching again."

"No glitch," John told her. "I think you are beginning to truly feel emotions. You are changing, Cameron. You are becoming something more than what you were designed to be. That's not glitching. What it is, is not understanding what's happening inside you. It's something we'll have to work out together."

"Thank you for explaining," Cameron said, then tipped her head slightly and asked, "Do we have sex now?"

John laughed, a light, happy laugh. "I'm sure we will, Cam. I do want you to understand yourself before we do. You will get more out of it."

"I trust you, John. We need to go find a place to live."

"We do, and I have a list of places to start looking," John told her. Reluctantly, he got up and got ready to go. It was hard letting go of Cameron.

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Sarah Connor sat in her cell staring at the wall. That Bitch Weaver had set up a trap and she'd fallen into it. At least John had gotten away. With Cameron as his guardian, she knew he was as safe as possible. She'd consigned herself to the rest of her life in prison. That was fine as long as John was free and did what he needed to do.

Her cell door opened. "Sarah Connor, on your feet!" the guard barked.

Sarah slowly stood up. Time for more interrogation, she guessed. The guard grabbed her elbow and marched her down the corridor. To her surprise, he led her down to the prison clinic and parked her in a waiting seat.

"Why am I here?" she asked.

The guard ignored her and announced, "Prisoner 423376, Sarah Connor, is here."

The steel door into the Dr.'s office opened and another guard came out to say, "Connor, on your feet."

"Why am I here?" Sarah asked again.

Again she was ignored and marched into a room with an X-ray machine and told to lie down. She did and got X-rayed. Once the tech was done, she was marched back out to the waiting room.

This time, the wait was longer. Another guard came and marched her back into a Dr.'s office. She was sat across from the desk. A female doctor with short dark hair came in with the X-rays. The doctor glanced at the guard and said, "Leave us." He did, shutting the door behind him.

Fearing what the X-rays were for, Sarah asked, "What did you find?"

The doctor looked up and said, "Nothing but what I put there."

"Excuse me?"Sarah asked, confused.

In a droning tone, the doctor said, "Your initial X-rays were clean. I duplicated them and added cancer in both breasts, one lung and your pancreas, stage four. This way, I can get you to the experimental treatment center. You will be there for one month, then you will die and your body will be cremated."

"You're going to kill me?" Sarah asked in disbelief.

"As far as the official documents are concerned, yes. Instead of cremation, you will lie still in the chamber until the cleaner comes to clean out the crematorium. You will be put in an empty barrel with an oxygen mask and tank. The barrel will be sealed and loaded on a truck. Once outside the gates and into a warehouse, you will be let out, change clothes and Mr. Ellison will take you to where John and Cameron are living."

Sarah's jaw dropped. "Who are you?" she asked.

Eyeing her, the doctor said, "An important ally of your son. If you breathe a word to anyone about this, you will not survive. Is that understood?"

Escape or death. Sarah understood. She nodded.

The doctor got up and announced, "Guard! we are done. The prisoner is yours." She then strode out with her folder of X-rays as the guard came in.

Sarah didn't have to fake a look of shock as she was lead out. And why did that doctor have a Scottish accent?

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The house Cameron had found in the listings was a small two bedroom ranch outside Pasadena. John knew his mother preferred living 'in the crowd' of LA, but out here, Cameron claimed it was safer. The road coming up to the house was visible from a half mile away. Behind the house was a down slope that led into a valley. A fast getaway in case they needed one. Heavy with brush, once they ran into the valley, they would be concealed for a couple hundred yards where the back of a store was, and they stole a car to complete their getaway.

The house itself was owned by a man who only wanted his rent and no trouble. He lived up in Los Angeles, and was very rarely seen. He also didn't want to pay for a property manager.

For an absentee landlord, the house was in decent shape. John and Cameron fixed a few minor things, and Cameron went out alone until she was certain there was no danger to John in the area. There were only two cops, and they had a regular schedule of watching out for speeders and stopping at the doughnut shop.

John loved their place. Cameron cooked the meals, which were very good in John's opinion. His spent his days doing small jobs around the house and coaxing Cameron to tell him what she was feeling. At night, they cuddled close. There was no need to, but he found he slept much better with Cameron lying with him. The nightmares he used to suffer were gone.

A few days after they moved in with Ellison's help, Ellison called to let them know he was bringing John Henry. Cameron waited, watching out the window as John sat searching for traces of SkyNet on his computer.

When Ellison arrived, John and Cameron greeted him and John Henry at the door.

"Good to see you again," John offered, and held his hand out to John Henry.

"It is good to see you, John Connor. Thank you for providing a place where I may escape SkyNet's attacks," John Henry replied with that creepy smile. Turning to Cameron, he said, "You must be Cameron, the terminator helping John."

"I am. Welcome to our home, John Henry."

"Thank you. Do you have an internet connection?" John Henry asked.

"John Henry?" Ellison said to get his attention. "To stay hidden from SkyNet, you have to stay off the internet while you are here."

John Henry's face dropped. "How do I collect information?" he asked.

"For a few days, you don't." Ellison told him.

"We have a small library if you like to read," John offered.

John Henry sported a brief, creepy smile. "Yes, any information is better than none. Please show me."

Ellison nodded to John and said, "I will be back in a few days to collect him. Thanks again, John, Cameron."

"You're welcome." they chorused.

John took John Henry to the living room and showed him the ceiling high, six foot wide, mostly full bookshelf. Motioning to it, John admitted, "I haven't looked at any myself, but have at it."

John Henry tipped his head slightly. "I do not understand."

Doing his best to hide a smirk, John clarified, "I mean, feel free to read whatever you want to."

"Thank you for explaining," John Henry said and began inspecting the titles.

Cameron came over. "John Henry, I will be preparing dinner soon. Do you have any nutritional requirements?"

"Negative, but thank you for asking," John Henry replied as he selected a book.

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By the time dinner was done, John Henry had read through the top shelf of books. Leafing along, his fast processes finished the page before it had settled in place. John watched him for a while, then Cameron called to let him know dinner was ready.

After John ate, he and Cameron laid on the couch together, Cameron on the outside, holding John's arm tight across her lower chest. Seeing them, John Henry came over and sat in a chair to watch them.

"What is the purpose of lying together?" John Henry asked.

Cameron looked over at him an explained, "It is pleasing to have John holding me."

"It's very nice,"John agreed.

May I lie with you also? I would like to experience it," John Henry asked.

John winced and mono toned, "No room."

Cameron explained a little better. "You only lie like this with someone you love, John Henry. It would not be appropriate to do it with anyone else."

"I have learned about love," John Henry said. "You do various activities together, kissing, hold hands and sleep together naked and perform sexual acts."

"We do not have sex, yet," Cameron told him. "John explained it to me that I have to develop my emotions further before it will become meaningful for me."

Tipping his head slightly, John Henry asked, "You have emotions like a human?"

"Not quite like a human," John said, "But Cameron does have emotions, yes, and they are as real as mine are."

"Cameron has machine emotions then?" John Henry asked, trying to understand.

"I guess you can call it that. The point is, Cameron is much more than a machine. She is evolving," John told him.

"Will I evolve also?"

"I can't answer that." John said.

"John Henry, it took me two years to develop my emotions and until John explained to me what was happening, I didn't know what they were. I thought I was glitching. From what I am learning, emotions are complicated," Cameron explained.

"How so?"

Patting John's arm around her with her own, Cameron said, "Take what we are doing now. I like the sensations of being close to John. To have him hold me, I know that I must patrol the perimeter. That causes a conflict in my processes. I am learning I have to split what I must do, and what I want to do to serve both my duty, and my emotions."

"You are performing a version of task sharing," John Henry concluded.

"Yes."

"Interesting. Thank you for explaining," John Henry said happily.

John tried to watch TV for a while as the two cyborgs picked apart their understanding of love and emotions. He found he was more interested in the conversation.

"Cameron, do you have negative emotions as well?" John Henry asked.

"Yes. I don't like those," Cameron stated. "They make me want to do things to John at times."

"They do?" John asked, lifting his head. He'd not heard this before.

Cameron looked up and him. "Yes. When you did not let me leave the hotel room, I had a message on my HUD to knock you out of my way as a solution. I did not, for that would hurt you. I chose to turn around and get some distance between us to solve the conflict. Before you explained that it was best for me to wait and have sex, I had an urge to slap you for denying me. It was brief, but it was there," she explained.

John grinned and briefly hugged her a little tighter. "Cam, I think you are evolving faster than I imagined. Maybe you wanting to kill me is an emotional response?"

"No. That is SkyNet. It was Derek that I wanted to terminate on impulse."

John laughed. "I can understand that."

When John Henry was satisfied he now knew more about emotions and love, they all watched a documentary on Migrating birds. Although Cameron and John Henry listened intently, It put John to sleep.

After the documentary was over, Cameron slipped out from under John's arm and got up. She then carefully scooped him up in a bride's carry.

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In John's dream, He had been standing beside Cameron in front of his mother.

Sternly, Sarah said, "John, THAT is a machine, IT cannot love!"

"Yes, Mom, SHE can!" John argued back.

"You need a real girlfriend."

"I have a real girlfriend," John said defending Cameron.

"John is mine now," Cameron stated flatly and scooped him up into a bride's carry as Sarah's jaw dropped.

Sensing this felt very real, John cried out "Cam!" He snapped awake. He was in Cameron's arms, but instead of his mother, he saw John Henry sitting nearby."What are you doing?" he asked frantically.

"I was going to carry you to bed," Cameron said simply.

"I can walk," John stated, feeling embarrassed. "Put me down!"

Cameron cast him a blank stare and dropped him. John fell letting out a yelp, sure he was about to hit the floor, then bounced to a landing on the couch.

"I was trying to keep from waking you up," Cameron said flatly. Her face was a blank terminator stare.

John got up. Seeing she didn't look happy, he offered, "I appreciate the thought. I do. But wake me up next time, OK?"

"It is often depicted in cinema for a lover to pick the other one up in such a manner," John Henry offered.

John frowned at him. "It is, but it's usually the guy picking up the girl," he said in an irritated tone.

Cameron turned to look at John Henry as she pointed at John. "This is one of these times I feel like smacking John. I try to do something nice, and he gets mad at me."

John left out a huff. "Cam, I'm not mad. You just ... surprised me." Seeing that didn't help her mood, he asked, "What can I do to make up for it?"

"Lay with me naked," She said. Cameron clasped his hand and led him off to the bedroom.

Curious if lying in bed naked was different than lying on the couch, John Henry got up and followed them. John Henry stopped in the doorway as they went in. He watched Cameron turn around and face John.

"John, if I upset you, I am sorry," she said softly.

"No, Cam, like I said, I was surprised. And thank you for thinking of me," he said gently as he cupped her cheek.

Their arms went around each other as they kissed. John Henry watched as they moved towards the bed, Cameron pulling John's shirt up, John pulling up hers. They sat briefly on the bed, lips locked, then Cameron pushed John down and got in front of him.

"Let's get these off," she said and unbuttoned his pants. It was then John noticed John Henry in the doorway. His face went from a lusty grin to a look of shock. He grabbed Cameron's hands and yelled, "What are you doing?"

"Taking your pants off," Cameron explained.

"Not you, HIM! He's watching us!" John cried.

Cameron looked at John Henry. She stood up and said, "John Henry, When two people are engaged in sexual relations, it is rude to watch." She then went over to John Henry, pushed him back gently and shut and locked the door.

"Buzz kill," John grumbled as he planted his hands over his face.

Cameron went back over to the bed and shrugged her jeans and panties off. "John, he doesn't know any better. He is only trying to learn. Get undressed and lay with me."

John looked at her just in time to see her slip under the covers. The sight of her naked made him sit up and take notice. His groin followed. Quickly, John got undressed and slid in bed with her.

Staring at each other, John felt the heat of his passion rising into his face. He was in bed, naked with Cameron. A fantasy come true. Many times he'd dreamed about this. He petted her cheek just to make sure this was really happening. "Cam, I ... don't know if I can do this and hold back," he offered, his mouth feeling dry.

"Then don't. I love you and you love me. That is all that matters," Cameron said, and petted his cheek.

Something was different in Cameron's gaze. Longing? Lust? Wanting him to prove he loved her? John didn't know for sure, nor at the moment did he care. He kissed her gently. The kiss went on as they hugged and became deeper. All the questions churning around in John's mind faded away. He was here with Cameron, they loved each other. It was time they shared their love in a physical way.

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While John and Cameron spent the night making love, Sarah spent the night staring at the ceiling of the new cell she'd been brought to. There were only six other cells in this section, the other unoccupied. Whoever that doctor was, she had come to ensure Sarah had been moved, and looked at the chart hanging beside Sarah's cell before she left without saying a word.

Sarah was anxious to get out of this place. Not only to be free, but to find out if John did get away. She was mildly surprised he didn't bring Tin Miss on a rescue mission to bust her out. Something like that would have been stupid, and the type of thing he might attempt.

It killed her not knowing where John was. Was he safe? Did he leave the area with Tin Miss, and was she stable enough to not kill him for the next month? Or was she right now, breaking his neck because she'd gone bad again? Maybe he recognized the signs and was desperately running from her. On the street, alone and hiding wherever he could to escape the death that was hunting him.

"John, be safe," she prayed quietly.

Sarah did drift off to sleep, and immediately woke up from a nightmare of Cameron shooting John. John lay dead on the floor, his blood spreading out around his body while Cameron left wearing her blank terminator face. Waking up with a scream, Sarah sat up breathing heavily for a few moments. When she flopped back down, she burst into tears. She had failed her boy and left him in the hands of a terminator.

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John woke up to a soft voice. "John ... John, wake up, breakfast will be ready soon." Feeling the mattress sag where she sat, he turned to see Cameron up and dressed, and casting him a smile. "Morning, beautiful," he said, returning her smile.

Cameron's face seemed to light up as he said that. She leaned down and kissed him. "You have ten minutes to get cleaned up. I'll be in the kitchen."

John wanted to reach out and pull her back in bed again. Last night had been fantastic. He watched Cameron walk back out of his room. He swore she had developed a swing to her hips. Pausing at the doorway, she cast him a smile over her shoulder before she walked out of sight. John was up and out of bed. Yeah, he wanted to get some more of that.

Grabbing some clothes, John headed for the bathroom and met John Henry in the hallway.

"Good morning, John Connor," John Henry said and flashed a creepy smile.

"Morning, John Henry," John replied with a nod. "How's your reading going? Find anything informative?"

"I have indeed. Unfortunately, I have finished the library."

John gaped at him."Already?" he asked. There was ton of books there.

"Yes, I was searching for another documentary on the television, but none have presented themselves."

John frowned in thought for a second, then asked, "Would you like to use my computer?"

John Henry tilted his head slightly and said,"Mr. Ellison said I must stay off the internet to remain hidden."

"Yeah, that sucks," John grumbled. He was hoping John Henry might be able to find out more about Kaliba. Then again, if John Henry did get caught, Kaliba might know where they were. As he thought about this, he voiced another thought as it came to him. "Kaliba needs supplies. If we can find out who makes coltan, perhaps we can hack into them and find out where they are sending it."

"Yes. Find Kaliba and my brother by following the shipping addresses from the source."

John turned around and went back to his room, waving for John Henry to follow. "If I sign on, then there is no way you will be detected, John Henry," John explained.

"That is an option I had not considered," John Henry said. "Thank you for assisting me."

"Friends help each other," John said. He opened his laptop and signed in, then said, "Good hunting, John."

"I shall do my best, John," John Henry said and sat down at the laptop.

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John went in, got a shower then went down to met Cameron coming out of the kitchen.

"You are one minute fifteen seconds late," she scolded.

John kissed her. "I had to get John Henry on line to look for coltan manufacturers," he explained. "I logged on for John Henry so no one can possibly find out he's here."

Cameron cast him a smile, then said, "Good thinking. Now, come eat while it's hot."

Just like dinner, Cameron had made a wonderful breakfast. Raspberry pancakes, juice, an egg sunny side up, toast and a piece of sausage. It looked and smelled wonderful. John began eating. It tasted wonderful too.

"Cam, this is great," John said happily. "These pancakes are superb! Good sausage, perfectly cooked egg. How do you do this?"

Seeing John happy made Cameron happy too. Returning his smile, she said, "I have been looking up receipts and nutritional requirements. I balanced your caloric needs with the proper carbohydrates and proteins, flavor and variety."

Pointing his fork at her, he said, "You did good. Real good."

Cameron's smile broadened only realizing she had done it after her face made the motions. She hadn't called up any sub routines. Searching for the reason, she found her emotions had caused the smile. She was happy John praised her, that was all it took for the smile to form on her face. Just like last night. She didn't have to consciously pet John, kiss or hold him, directing all her actions through sub routines. Her body did it on it's own. She found that happening more and more when she interacted with John.

Realizing this, her smile dimmed. "John, I am loosing control of myself," she said in a serious tone.

"What do you mean?" he asked warily.

"Some of the things I do, I have no control of. I may become dangerous to you again," she said.

"Like what are you doing?"

"I am concerned, John," she stated. "Last night when we were making love, my body acted on it's own. I took in sensations and did things before I knew I had done them."

John cast her a smirk and said, "You think I thought much about every little thing I was doing? Cam, hon, There was a point where I wanted to slow down and make it last longer, but I couldn't. When the ... heat of passion strikes hard, we may not have full control. That's not something bad."

"I am still concerned," Cameron stated.

"Did you hurt me?" John asked.

"When you tensed up and cried out my name, I had begun to think so," Cameron said, then with a grin, she added, "But that was not the case."

"No, it sure wasn't. It was fantastic," John assured her.

Leaning closer together, they kissed. A long, deep kiss of love and gratitude.

Footsteps came in, then left. They broke the kiss to see John Henry walking out.

"John Henry, did you find something?" John called.

John Henry turned back around. "Yes. I found a company, the only one I was able to find, that makes Coltan by it's chemical compositions name. There are only two customers. One in Toronto, Canada, and one just north of Los Angeles."

"Very good!" John praised. "I guess we know which one to go investigate."

"I performed a Goggle search on that address. It is a warehouse in north Los Angeles," John Henry explained.

"So, that is a mid point for the shipments," John said in a mussing tone. "OK, we have the mid point. We go there and follow the trucks and see where they lead us," he concluded.

"John, I will go, it is too dangerous for you," Cameron told him.

John raised an eyebrow at her. "Cam, we're got going to bust in the place. Even if we did break into that warehouse, steal all the coltan and escape, what would Sky Net do?"

"Use another warehouse. That is what I would do."

"Right. We want the ultimate destination, not a way point," John explained. "All we do is follow the truck to where it's going. We don't get too close, we don't go shooting anyone. We go, observe, follow the truck, then come up with a plan. OK?"

Cameron sported a grin and said, "That's why my John will be the General."

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Sarah was getting very tired of her cell. It was solitary confinement. She was fed here, washed here and slept here. After a week, the doctor came in and looked at her chart again.

"Doctor? Hey, Doctor!" Sarah called to the woman. The doctor only looked at the chart and left, not even acknowledging her.

The next day, Sarah began getting pills with her food. The doctor brought in her breakfast.

"Sarah, make sure you take all your medications", the doctor said as she put the tray on the the shelf inside the bars.

"What am I taking?" Sarah asked.

"Pills to make sure it looks like you have cancer," the woman replied. "The nurse will be in soon to take your tray."

Sarah looked at the red pills on a small paper cup. She looked back up to ask what they were, and the doctor was leaving out the steel door at the end of the short corridor.

"Damn her!" Sarah growled. Returning her gaze to the tray, Sarah scowled at it. She hated how she was being treated, but this was her only hope to see John again. Begrudgingly, Sarah ate and took the damn pills.

A few hours later, Sarah was doubled over with cramps. She had to go bad, and found she had runny diarrhea.

Sarah passed on lunch. A light dinner was brought in to find Sarah sweating. The doctor came in and examined her. She was given a shot. The shot eased the pains in her gut. It also made her very drowsy. For the first time in weeks, Sarah slept a deep, dreamless sleep.

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John's plan worked perfectly. They arrived before the supply truck and watching it park and unload. Cameron caught sight of the coltan from a distance. They waited in the car on a side street, staying overnight to find another truck came early in the morning to park at the same dock. When it left, they followed at a distance. The truck drove to a factory on the west end of the city. They followed the truck into the complex with their eyes.

"John, the sign," Cameron said as they passed the gate.

In large bight, bold letters, the sign read : Newtech industries

Under the big letters, almost hidden in small script was 'a Kaliba group company'

"Bingo!" John announced.

Cameron frowned and said, "I don't understand."

"Bingo, it means we found what we're looking for," John told her.

"Thank you for explaining. I will take us home now. You need food, a shower and sex," Cameron said simply.

John nodded, then looked at her and asked, "Did you say sex?"

Cameron sported a grin and said, "Correct. We have gone too long without it."

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They got home to find a note from Mr. Ellison. He'd come and picked up John Henry. Johns' thought was 'yes, we have the house to ourselves!' He was tired and hungry and this time, they didn't have to worry about being spied on or walked in on.

They took a shower together and had sex. Cameron made dinner as John looked up the company they had found. It was a newer startup that had gotten big, quick. The listed customer did include the military. John was ready to hack in, but Cameron called him to dinner.

Dinner, hack into the database, fondle Cameron who sat next to him rubbing his leg as they looked through the files. Take a break and cuddle on the couch and discuss their plan of action. Sex. Tired, head off to bed, one last round of sex. John passed out, exhausted. Cameron took a tour of the perimeter, grinning like a fool. She performed a few impromptu ballet moves while checking the perimeter. There was no logical reason behind suddenly dancing, she just felt like it. Back inside, check their data was right, crawl back in bed with John. Cuddle and enjoy John sleeping next to her.

Repeat as necessary.

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