Chapter 60

Comfort

John experienced a 'sick' feeling deep inside of him. It stemmed from what happened last night, and now what he knew about the encounter with 'Allison' in the future. He was sure both were Liquid Metal. At least one of them was Mrs. Weaver.

He remembered how close he was to making love to 'Allison' when she was in his bed in the future. He'd left her there alone to get dressed in his room. He told her he needed to know Cameron's fate before he could 'do anything'.

He walked about ten steps away from the door when he stopped and turned around. He could tell he was ready and stimulated, by the bulge in his pants. What could a little comfort hurt? It would just be a few minutes of sharing. He wanted it very much.

John thought about Riley and where she ended up at. The sad reminder quickly put an end to his sexual thoughts. He felt his manhood slacken and fade. It was his actions before which led to Riley's death. Her death wasn't by his hand. It was because of his association. He was a magnet for death and destruction, even before he was conceived. A trail of death and destruction followed him around.

He didn't want to be personally responsible for someone else's demise. He couldn't let his greed and selfishness get in the way of the future. He still couldn't get those who already fell out of his mind. He didn't want the same fate for Allison and Vanna. He also didn't want to 'hurt' Cameron further. He needed to give it some more time.

John shook his head to clear it. He was back to the reality of now. It was still in his mind about how Mrs. Weaver almost seduced him into having sex with her, as she pretended to be 'Allison'. She'd fooled him too. He thought it was Allison. He wondered if he would have known at the time, if they would have shared. He could feel the 'love' when he was with Riley before. He was sure he would have felt it from Allison too. He really wondered what 'feedback' he would have gotten from Mrs. Weaver as 'Allison'. He wasn't sure how 'real' Liquid Metal could be. Mrs. Weaver, as 'Allison', placed his hands on her breasts. They felt the same as the times Allison did the same thing. Cameron's breasts felt the same as both of 'theirs' did. He 'touched' three versions of 'Allison'. They all felt the same. They felt soft but firm. Riley's breasts felt soft and spongy. They didn't feel as firm. He imagined it was the type of breasts which would end up as 'saggers'.

Since what Mrs. Weaver tried to do with him was very similar to what Allison tried a few times, it made him wonder if Mrs. Weaver had been part of the wall, or floor, or piece of furniture, to witness what Allison did.

He absent-mindedly wiped his arms again with his hands. It still didn't change anything. He didn't think the uneasy feeling was actually on his skin. He was sure at this point, it was in his mind.

John thanked Vanna and Allison and returned to his room. He looked around again for any sign of something which looked out of place, or didn't feel right. He couldn't find anything. It only seemed to bother him more. Nothing looked out of place or disturbed. Was it all only in his head?

What was the real nature of what happened last night, and what was it specifically? Was Mrs. Weaver back? He couldn't picture her arriving without a grand entrance. She helped them in the future. She did save his life and Allison's life too. She returned Kyle to the past like she promised him she would do. If she could promise him she could return Cameron to him, he would do whatever she asked of him. If she asked him to be with her, he would. They didn't need to play games. Cameron was what mattered. No sacrifice was too great to achieve it. Sacrifice was the true test of love.

There was another chilling prospect to consider. If it wasn't Mrs. Weaver, which it seemed like it wasn't, what was it? There might be a bigger issue than he thought. It most likely wouldn't just be about him either. It was time for some answers.

John sought out John Henry for a review of any activity last night. He wanted to know a little more.

John Henry looked up as John entered the Command Center.

He witnessed John spend the night in Vanna's room, with Vanna and Allison both there. He wondered if John made the first step to 'move on', and accept Cameron's termination. It was about time, so everything could return back to 'normal'. John's negative attitude and demeanor were affecting all the Resistance operations. It seemed to be as much of an operational issue, as it was a personal issue. Before he could comment on John's latest action, John spoke.

"Were there any signs of any intruders last night?" John asked. "Was there anything on the security feeds?"

John Henry tilted his head slightly. His server reviewed everything that happened last night. He now wondered if John went to 'protect' Vanna and Allison, if there was something he missed. He wondered why John hadn't checked last night.

"No. John, I was here the whole time." John Henry answered. "I didn't see, hear, or detect anything. I've reviewed everything several times since you asked the question. Nothing is different."

John frowned. He really hoped Mrs. Weaver returned. Now it may be some other type of 'threat' to the team. He'd felt a 'presence' to whatever happened. He couldn't place it. Now with some hindsight, there was a 'presence of Cameron'. He figured it was why he didn't 'fight' what happened as much as he thought he would have. Maybe it was all in his head. Maybe none of it really happened. He didn't have any proof or evidence.

"Is there anything to indicate Mrs. Weaver is back, or any other Liquid Metal Terminators?" John asked. "Have you detected any anything which might be Skynet related? I mean even the smallest thing."

John Henry continued to review his files since John asked the question earlier. There'd been no new developments.

"No." John Henry replied.

John was at a loss on what else to do. He caught up on operations and left the Command Center. He was very dissatisfied with the results of his conversation with John Henry. The lack of any answers only deepened the mystery. He wasn't really sure what he wanted to do next, when he left the Command Center. He decided to check with the other Terminators.

John sought out Bob and Jim. He was a little disappointed to find out they wouldn't be able to shed any more light on the subject. Both of them spent the night in standby, as did the four captured Terminators, Al, Dan, Ed and Frank. He wondered if maybe they should remain active, instead of in standby going forward. It would provide better security to the base. He was sure he was overreacting.

It was even more troubling to John, because he seemed to be the only one who felt something happen, or something was 'different'. He was sure it was more than in his head. It left him with a physical feeling of coldness over his skin. He still didn't know why he was naked in his bed. He always slept with at least shorts on.

John went to the lab. He hoped to find Vanna there. She was. She was working.

Vanna looked up at him and smiled. She was very pleased to see him. He certainly looked a little better than he did last night.

"Hey, good looking." Vanna said.

John smiled back. The image of her firm breasts with the super pink nipples was still in his head. He tried to put some humor into the air.

"Were you expecting 'Sweet Cheeks'?" John asked.

It was a term he'd heard Vanna use to refer to Allison before.

Vanna laughed. She then looked at John seriously. She hoped he'd been able to find out a little bit more. Even if it was only related to him, it was something he needed to do.

"Actually, I was. You'll do. Do you feel better today?" Vanna asked. "You still look a little on edge."

The smile on John's face faded. The 'sick' feeling which churned in his gut, seemed to get a little more active with her question. Maybe it was because it was the same question he kept asking himself. He really hadn't been able to sleep very long, even if he did sleep some.

"No. I don't feel better. I know something happened." John said. "I'm a little bit sleepy too."

Vanna understood the feeling.

"Me too, I spent most of the night looking at you." Vanna said.

She didn't mention what she whispered in John's ear more than a few times during the night. She indicated she was available for more.

Her revelation intrigued John. He pointed out what he understood the 'rules' were.

"Why? We were supposed to just be 'sleeping'." John said.

Vanna was alone with John now. She decided to play a few cards and see how they were received.

"I was ready for something 'additional'. A little comfort is nice sometimes." Vanna said. "A girl can hope can't she?"

John got the message. He was still concerned about Cameron. He didn't want to close any doors before they were opened. He still hoped there was a chance Cameron would return. He didn't think she would. It was Savannah who kept his hopes alive. She insisted Cameron would return, because believed Cameron was invincible and eternal.

"I know, Vanna, I know. We're all ready to expand our relationship. It would be a lie to say I didn't want it. I do. I just don't feel ready yet. To touch Allison and you is to confirm Cameron isn't coming back." John said. "I'm not ready to 'kill' Cameron yet."

John sat down. He still felt very confused and uneasy about everything.

Vanna thought John needed a little nudge to get his life back on track, and moving forward again. She played a few more cards.

She came over and sat on his lap facing him. One of her legs was on each side of him. Her body was firmly resting against his body. The softness of her breasts pushed into him. She wanted them to 'call' to him. She wanted to make her intentions clear. She believed for John's well being, he needed to move his life forward.

"I want to do this, John. I want it for Cameron. I promised her. I want to do it for myself too. I want to do it for you." Vanna said. "It's what we all want. It's what Cameron wanted for all of us. You KNOW it. She was very adamant about it."

John made no move to push her away, or advance on her. Right now is the way it could be if they were naked. It was something he found very pleasurable. It was very alluring to him.

Vanna hoped John would have done something. She decided to push a little more.

"There's less than a quarter inch of cloth between us as we sit here. My 'secret spot' is almost touching yours. We both want this, John." Vanna said. "Let it happen. Make it happen. John, I want this…."

Vanna shifted slightly as she pushed herself against John, signaling him. She could feel he was 'ready'. Instead of being off to the side, everything could be different at this moment. It could be very rewarding for both of them.

John wanted to kiss her. He wanted to take her. Whatever happened last night still spooked him.

"I do too, Vanna." John said. "I'm just not ready yet."

John almost wondered if it wasn't just an excuse on his part. Maybe he was a little afraid to move his life forward.

Vanna looked disappointed. She wanted to tell him they were both READY right now.

"I'm available for anything, twenty-four, seven, three sixty five - when you're ready." Vanna said. "Everyone IS ready."

Vanna knew all she had to do was kiss him. Things would happen because they wouldn't be able to stop. He would be hers. She also knew he wasn't ready yet. She didn't want to hurt him. The love making would happen soon enough anyway. It was time. They ALL knew it.

John smiled and left as soon as Vanna stood up.

He knew if Vanna would have started kissing him, he would have responded…. It would have been impossible not to. He could feel his pants were a little different in the groin area. He wasn't sure if it was from Vanna or him. Maybe it was from both of them.

Their private parts 'called' to each other. Their hearts and minds did as well.

The events of last night haunted him. John went to the park. He needed to be alone, or out. He just needed to be away. He needed some fresh air. Bob went with him.

Allison spotted them leave. She hurried to catch them. She'd gone to the lab earlier. She didn't like what she saw. She restrained herself from entering, as she watched Vanna make her 'play' for John through the little glass window in the lab door. She retreated when John stood to leave. She'd tracked him afterwards to see where he went. When she heard John tell Bob he wanted to go to the park. She knew the ball was in her court.

"My turn…." Allison said as she set out on an intercept course.

Bob was aware of what Cameron wanted. Cameron told him to assist with her plans. Cameron made it clear to everyone what was supposed to 'happen' upon her demise. They all knew what Cameron WANTED to happen.

Bob spotted Allison follow them out of the base. When they neared the park, she made her move to intercept John. He dropped back and off to the side. He wanted to give John and Allison some 'space'. It was what Cameron asked for, from all of them.

Allison walked up to John.

He was a little surprised to see her appear from nowhere. He'd been lost in thought, as well as lost in the past. He seemed to spend a lot of time in the past, even if he didn't want to.

Allison wanted to make her intentions clear from the start. She reached down and took his hand. She said nothing as they walked along. She just held his hand and walked. It was a simple silent form of communication, which 'said' so much.

John liked to feel the warmth of her hand. He liked the way it gently squeezed his hand. It was reassuring, comforting, and it just felt right. Their fingers danced with each other until Allison interlaced them. It signified the 'union' she wanted for both of them.

They walked for a quarter of an hour the same way. Nothing was spoken as they walked hand in hand. Words were unnecessary to convey what they both felt and wanted.

Allison knew it was time to make a decisive move. She looked back at Bob. He slowed his pace and dropped back further. She smiled. Bob understood she wanted some space for what was about to happen. She didn't want any interference. She didn't want anything to be a hindrance either.

They went around the back of a big tree.

Allison stopped and took John's face with both hands as she looked into his eyes.

"John, we're all hurting. Please let us comfort each other and ourselves. We all want this. We all need this. We need to share. We can all be as 'one'. It's what Cameron wanted for you, for us. We're in pain too. We need to share. I want to share with you." Allison said. "It's been months, John, stop hurting and start living again, please."

John felt a rush of excitement. Maybe it was because of the physical contact. It made it real. He looked into her beautiful big brown puppy dog eyes. He was totally captivated. He could feel the past flow out of him in an instant.

"I'm ready, Allison. I can't take the emptiness anymore. I want you. I want you now." John said.

Allison knew he was ready. She needed to set the rules first. She didn't want any misunderstandings later. She didn't want anyone left behind. She wasn't the only one in play. It wasn't a competition, even if it was.

"Do you mean just me, or both of us?" Allison asked. "We need to think of Vanna too."

John wanted both of them. He didn't want to seem greedy. He was ready for either one. He knew everyone's feelings and needed to be considered as well.

"What do you want, Allison?" John asked.

Allison needed to include her true love. It could only work as the three of them together. She didn't want her relationship with Vanna endangered. She wanted it expanded instead.

"I want you, John, but I need to share you with Vanna. We're one anyway. We both want you. It would be for both of us, as well as for you and Cameron. We all need to make the pain and hurt stop. It's killing all of us."

John was ready. Life moved forward not backwards. He didn't want to rush things. He wanted to give everyone a little time to reflect on what was about to happen.

"We'll do it tonight then." John said.

Joy and anticipation flooded Allison. Her body was ready right now. She could feel it.

"I'm ready. I've wanted this for so long, John." Allison said.

John wanted to make things as comfortable for Allison and Vanna as possible.

"Do you want to come to my room alone? Do you want me to come to your room with both of you?" John asked. "I don't want to start off on the wrong foot. I want everyone on the same page."

Allison didn't want to be selfish. She needed to think of her lover.

"I want to come to your room alone, but I must share with Vanna." Allison said. "I owe it to her. Cameron wanted both of us to provide you with 'comfort'. John, we both need comfort ourselves. We really do."

John was still a little unsure how events should play out. He came up with an idea. He wanted them to make the decision, as to how it would actually happen.

"If no one is at my room alone by eight o'clock, I'll go to your room. Then whatever happens - happens." John said. "I want it to be you, or both of you together."

It was time.

There was no longer a point to waiting for anything.

Everyone was ready.

Allison moved forward to kiss him.

Closing monologue by Cameron:

Comfort

When we grow lonely and weary
We may look to another for comfort
It is nice with others to consort
Isn't it reality that we really contort

In a time of confusion
What is it we really need
Are we suddenly blinded
As need turns to greed

We think we have all the answers
But what is it we really want
Will any actions that follow
Only hurt and soon affront

To share with another
Can be something beautiful
When both hearts beat as one
That is something wonderful

We want it to grow and last
Nobody wants to fall short
As long as ourselves we don't distort
There is joy, beauty and love in comfort

Nobody