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Title: Aftermath

Author: Olli

Beta: Karla. Thank you very much.

Category: femslash

Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

Characters: Sarah/Cameron

Rating: NC-17 because of violence.

Summary: Sarah and Cameron after a gunfight.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Spoilers: Very slightly for season 2.

Author’s Note: This story continues the series I’m writing. The first part is “Thunder”, second is “Sleepless”.

Disclaimer: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles are the property of Warner Bros. Television, C2 Pictures, FOX, Andy Vajna, Mario Kassar and James Middleton. No profit is intended in the writing of this story.

Thoughtfully Sarah looked at her companions. It was one hour after midnight and she was with her son John, Derek Reese and the terminator Cameron. They were crouched behind a dumpster in a side street and the warehouse that the narrow street led to was their target. It had cost them a lot of work to find out that someone had installed a huge server farm in that warehouse and established a high security network. They hadn’t found any hints about who was behind that operation and so they had decided to investigate the warehouse in a more direct manner. Sarah only hoped that they wouldn’t run into in some kind of secret government operation.

Before they could enter the warehouse, it was up to Sarah to decide how to pair them up. She looked for a moment at Derek and Cameron. She pondered if it was a good idea to pair them. At some point the veteran had to start to trust Cameron. But not tonight, Sarah finally decided. “Derek and John. You enter the basement from the eastside. Cameron and I will enter from the rooftop. We search the warehouse and meet in the middle. No heroics.” She looked intently at her son and then at Derek.

Both men nodded.

Cameron looked at John. “I checked everything last night except the roof for alarm systems. You should have no problems getting in the basement.”

“A pity we don’t have some of our future equipment,” Derek said. “Nice little scanners you can handle easily to check anything yourself.”

Cameron looked blankly at the veteran for a moment. “I checked outside the warehouse. Inside you’re on your own. Make sure you will not get John into trouble.”

“I know what I have to do,” Derek replied hotly.

“Me too,” the girl stated.

“Okay, enough. Let’s go,” Sarah ordered. She watched John and Derek vanishing into the darkness. The night before she had sent Cameron here and the terminator had assured her that all lights in the narrow street would be out of order - with a silenced gun.

Sarah patted Cameron on the shoulder and nodded towards the fire ladder. The girl stood up in a smooth motion and walked over to the ladder. Positioning herself under it she looked up and bent her knees. With a sudden motion she jumped straight upwards grabbed the last rung and pulled it down with her.

Sarah rushed past the girl and climbed up with Cameron hot on her heels. For a moment the terminator looked at the older woman’s behind then she moved quickly but there was no chance of passing the brunette. It should be her going first because Sarah didn’t even wear a bulletproof vest, Cameron thought. They stopped right under the roof and the girl tugged on the leg of Sarah’s jeans. The older woman looked back over her shoulder at the unmoving Terminator. “Okay,” Cameron whispered after a few moments. Sarah knew that that meant the Terminator didn’t detect any sensors that would announce their approach.

Reaching the roof, they crouched side by side and peered around in the darkness. Even if there was some light shimmering up from the streets Sarah couldn’t make out any details. She looked at Cameron. “And?” she whispered.

Cameron was scanning the roof again. She searched for cameras, light barriers or other sensors. “Nothing,” she whispered.

Sarah wondered. “You sure?” she asked. If she had been in charge of whatever was going on she certainly would have had this roof being screened.

Cameron turned her head and looked at Sarah. She saw the older woman in shades of blue because of her night vision system, so she recognized the worried expression. Cameron interpreted it as worry about John. The more the young man was on his own or with Derek the more Sarah became uneasy. The terminator laid her hand on Sarah’s forearm. “Derek Reese doesn’t trust me but I’m sure he would never do anything to endanger John.”

Sarah blinked surprised at the girl. She hadn’t expected this and she wondered how easily the terminator could read her. She pondered for a moment about that and to her own surprise she realized that it didn’t bother her. She smiled briefly. “I know. But...” She shrugged. “Come on,” she said and again took the lead and jogged across the roof. Cameron knew that a human would have sighed in this situation but she saw no reason to show her frustration about Sarah’s behavior.

***

Carefully Derek Reese peered around a corner. John and he had managed to get into the basement without being detected and now they had reached the end of the hallway they had crept along. Looking over his shoulder at John he pointed at the huge room the hallway lead to. “Must be a storage room. There’re a lot of racks,” he whispered. “We need to get a closer look.”

John nodded and lifted his gun. Derek preferred something more intimidating and pressed the butt of his Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine gun to his shoulder. After a last glance at John both men stepped around the corner.

With smooth long practiced movements they parted until there was a distance of five meters between them. Sweeping the room with their weapons they approached the long rows of racks.

***

Cameron and Sarah crouched on the left and right of the door which lead from the roof to the stairs. Sarah tried the doorknob but it was locked. “At least they are not complete fools,” she muttered. The door had no lock on the outside. “We have to try another entrance.” Sarah glared at her companion. “Why didn’t you check the roof yesterday? Then we would have known that we can’t get in here.”

Cameron said nothing but took position in front of the door.

“Wait girlie.” Sarah grabbed the terminator by the wrist. “If you crash the door you’ll make too much noise.”

Cameron looked at Sarah. “Trust me,” she simply said.

Sarah looked for a few more moments at Cameron then let go of her.

The girl positioned herself directly before the door and placed her fist right beneath the doorknob.

Sarah waited anxiously, fearing that Cameron would punch through the door and that the noise would stir whoever was inside the building. But she waited and nothing seemed to happen. Cameron remained unmoving, her fist still placed on the door. Suddenly there was a faint squealing sound like metal on metal. Sarah looked around not knowing where the sound came from. “Cameron?” she whispered.

“Just a minute,” the Terminator replied quietly.

Sarah pulled out her gun from behind her back. A silencer was already attached to the barrel of the Glock and switching the safety she took the weapon with both hands and pointed it at the door aiming over Cameron’s shoulder. Suddenly there was a groaning and creaking sound and a few seconds later the door sprang open with a clank. Cameron grabbed the door quickly to prevent it from slamming into the wall. Sarah looked in astonishment at the terminator. She had seen Cameron crumble walls of concrete with her bare hands but now the terminator had slowly applied pressure to the door until the bar broke.

Drawing her own silenced gun Cameron turned to Sarah. “I go first,” she whispered and was gone down the stairs.

***

“Holly shit!”

John looked wide eyed at the containers, canisters and small barrels stocked in the racks. Then he turned slowly at his uncle.

“Fuck,” the veteran commented.

***

With a blank expression on her face, Cameron stood at the top of the stairs leading down from the third to the second floor of the warehouse. From experience, Sarah knew that the Terminator was scanning the area even if the walls of reinforced concrete were partly blocking her scanners. Sometimes Sarah wondered why Skynet had never bothered to build in a more sophisticated sensor system into the terminators.

While she waited for Cameron to finish her scan, Sarah looked back down the dark hallway of aged concrete they had just passed. They had found five rooms with cots, closets and piles of clothes scattered around. The rooms didn’t look like they were inhabited by soldiers or special agents. Maybe it was a hint that a terminator had hired human scum to work for them. Sarah turned her attention back to her companion. “And,” she whispered.

“I’m scanning three humans on the floor beneath us. There is a lot of electronic equipment,” Cameron replied. She blinked and her blank expression changed back to something more human like.

“Okay. Let’s go.” Sarah nodded her head down the stairs. Again Cameron took the lead. For a second Sarah took the freedom to admire the Terminator's smooth almost cat-like movemenst then she followed the girl.

Carefully descending the stairs, both human and terminator didn’t make a sound. At the bottom of the stairs they looked around in surprise. The whole floor was one large room, stretching over the complete length and width of the building. The windows were covered with black paint and in the middle of the room was a small island of light provided by yellow shimmering desk lights. Sarah and Cameron observed from their position in the dark, three men moving around. There were computer monitors and keyboards on the desks and in the background four servers as large as refrigerators hummed noisily.

Sarah looked at Cameron who shook her head. So Sarah knew that none of the three men was a terminator. Lifting her gun with both hands and aiming it at them Sarah moved slowly towards the light. Cameron mimicked the crouched posture of the human and took position three meters to the left of Sarah.

They managed to get as close as five meters to the three men before Sarah stopped. It was one of the stupidest ideas one can have to take away their own night vision by working in a place like this. If Sarah had set this up she would have lit the whole floor. Another point was that the hum of the servers covered every noise someone could make in the dark. To Sarah it was clear that these guys couldn’t be pros. She tried to ignore the blood rushing in her ears and to concentrate on surviving the next few seconds. She was glad that John wasn’t here. She aimed her gun at the nearest of the three men. “Freeze!” she barked.

None of the men did as Sarah had ordered. All three jumped around staring surprised into the darkness. Sarah’s target lifted a hand holding something metal. The gun in her hand jerked twice but Sarah didn’t see the hollow point bullets tearing through flesh and bone. Her gun was already targeted at the second man. He had wasted precious seconds and finally his life by grabbing a huge shotgun. Sarah’s silenced Glock coughed twice. Surprised, she saw four bullets hitting and jerking him around before he slumped to the floor. Cameron had shot him at the same time as she had. Sarah’s eyes fell on the third man. He laid face down sprawled on a desk; two red dots in the back of his white shirt slowly growing bigger.

“Fuck!” Sarah yelled. “These idiots!” Now that it was over she felt the adrenaline pulse through her body. Her heart hammered in her chest. It was just the second time she had taken a life. Again acid came up her throat and a nauseous feeling spread through her body. Sarah knew she had had no choice; it was all about his life or hers. She didn’t know if she should be grateful for that reaction or not. A metallic noise from the other side of the room that lay in the dark cut into Sarah’s hammering ears and without thinking her body reacted.

“Stop!” Cameron shouted as soon as she registered the movement of her companions arm. Sarah froze in midair. “It is John,” the terminator said quietly.

Sarah let her hands drop while staring into the darkness. She swallowed heavily to get rid of the lump in her throat. She had almost shot her son. Sarah breathed heavily to fight down the nausea. Suddenly she felt a presence beside her and for just a fraction of a second a hand on her lower back. Sarah didn’t know what would have happened without Cameron.

“Mom!” John yelled as he rushed towards his mother leaving the elevator. A step before her he stopped. “You alright?”

Sarah forced a smile on her face. “I think it should be me asking you that question.”

John grinned sheepishly.

In the meantime, Derek had arrived and examined the scene. “So, our resident tin can did what she does best, huh?” he huffed.

“I just killed two of them,” Cameron replied and then turned her back on Derek to recover the weapons from the floor.

“We should have interrogated them before you’d killed them,” the older man stated.

“Yes we should have but these idiots wanted to play John Wayne,” Sarah shot back. “Do you have any more questions?”

“I’ll have a look at the servers. Maybe I can figure out what’s going on here,” John reasoned trying to pour oil on troubled water.

Sarah nodded. “Okay.”

John took a seat on the desk and looked at Cameron. “Uhm, could you...?” He waved at the body still lying on top of one of the desks.

“Of course.” The Terminator grabbed the body by the wrist and dragged it effortlessly away. With her free hand she grabbed the second body and pulled them over to the third one. Cameron threw them all together onto a heap.

John rattled the keys concentrating on the monitor before him and Sarah, Cameron and Derek waited in awkward silence. Only once in a while the silence was broken by a muttered “ah” or “uhm” the young man made while concentrating on the data. Finally John leaned back in the chair and sighed. “Fuck,” he cursed.

“What?” Sarah inquired anxiously.

John waved his hand at the servers. “This has nothing to do with Skynet or Judgment Day.”

Derek Reese frowned. “What do you mean?”

John looked back at his companions. “This is some kind of distribution center for drug dealers.”

“What!” Sarah exploded. “Are you saying this was for nothing?” She waved her hand at the three bodies.

“Yes,” John stated. “These guys had set up a bogus company to buy certain chemicals which are needed for the production of drugs. Then they sold the chemicals to the gangs which actually make the drugs.”

Growling Sarah turned away and paced around. She faced her companions again. Derek stood with his hands on his hips and stared at the floor. Cameron stood motionless and looked at Sarah. John rubbed his eyes.

“We should leave,” Cameron finally broke the silence. “The two others are not in the warehouse but they can return at any time.”

“What’ya mean; the two others?” Derek shot at the Terminator.

“Shut the fuck up! Will you?” Sarah yelled frustrated and then sighed and brushed her hand through her hair. “On the next floor we found rooms for five people,” she continued calmly.

Derek scowled. “Maybe next time we should take radios with us. Stupid idea to split and have no way to communicate.”

“That would be wise,” Cameron offered and Derek looked surprised at her. He hadn’t expected that the Terminator would agree with him.

“Okay,” Sarah brushed her hair back. She was thankful that no one was rubbing it in her face that it had been her plan how to examine the warehouse. “We inform the police and leave this to them. Let’s go.” She turned towards the elevator. There was no need sneaking down the stairs.

“Mom.” John’s sharp tone made her stop.

Spinning on her heel she looked at her son. “Yes?”

“We can’t just call the police and leave,” John said sternly.

“This has nothing to do with Skynet. It’s not our business,” she replied.

“Mom, our fingerprints are all over the place. You and Derek are already in the databases. We don’t need the both of you connected to drug dealers, not to mention three dead bodies.”

Sarah blinked surprised at her son. “And what should we do?”

John stood up from the chair and looked at Cameron. “There are enough chemicals in the basement to burn down a whole block. Derek will show you. We’ll burn the warehouse.”

The terminator nodded simply and turned towards the elevator. Derek Reese looked for a moment at John and then simply followed the girl. They entered the cabin and the elevator started its squeaking descent to the basement.

John looked at his mother. “I’ll transfer the info from the servers to the L.A. Times. Maybe they can do something.” He sat down on the desk.

“Okay.” Sarah agreed.

John started entering commands into the computer. “There are some sophisticated security programs. A damn hot firewall and stuff,” he explained. “Thank god I expected something like that and could bypass them. If someone had just started digging around in the files the complete database would have been erased.”

Sarah just watched her son in astonishment.

Finally John leaned back. “So, I re-routed the data package through five different nods. It should take the L.A. Times some time to backtrack them.” He swiveled the chair towards his mother. “Maybe one of these scribblers will get the Pulitzer for the story,” he grinned.

“Maybe,” Sarah muttered. The sudden change in John’s behavior had shocked her. In one moment her son slipped into the role of a leader accustomed to giving orders and in the next moment he was just a boy playing with computers.

Sarah observed John closely. The young man’s eyes were fixed on the three bodies and he didn’t register her observing him. She wondered what he was thinking. They were not the first bodies he’d ever seen; John should be accustomed to something like that by now. On one hand she knew that he would become the leader of the resistance but on the other hand he was her boy and always would be. In a perfect world they wouldn’t have to fear Judgment Day and sixteen year old boys wouldn’t be accustomed to heaps of bodies. Sarah tore her eyes from her son and looked at the two men she had shot.

“Mom?” John’s softly spoken word interrupted her thoughts.

“Yeah. I know,” she muttered.

John frowned at this. He didn’t know what his mother was talking about. Then he realized. “You shot one of them.”

“Yes. Maybe two. Cam and I hit the second one together,” she replied.

“There’s a problem we have to take care of,” John continued.

“And that would be?” the brunet asked frowning.

“We’re leaving a trail of bullets.”

“Huh?” Sarah blinked confused at her son.

“Every time we leave a scene behind the bullets will be investigated by the police. And because we don’t swap our weapons every week it is like a trail of breadcrumbs that will lead to us some day,” John explained.

“It would cause too much attention if we buy a trunk full of weapons every week, I know. But the fire should destroy the evidence,” Sarah agreed.

“Maybe not,” John said quietly and pulled out a one hand knife with an 8 centimeter blade. It was a gift from Derek. With a practiced movement of his hand John opened it.

Sarah’s eyes grew wide as she realized what her son intended to do. “John,” she blurted. “You can’t do that!”

“But I have too,” John said calmly as he walked over to the bodies.

“No!” Sarah grabbed her son’s wrist. “No.”

John looked his mother right in the eyes. “Someday I have to order the men and women under my command to do something gruesome. How can I expect them to follow my order if I have never experienced by myself what it means to do something like that?”

Sarah just stared at her son. The pain in her chest became almost unbearable. She knew he was right. She knew that someday John had to start acting like the leader he was supposed to be; but why now and why in such a way?

“Mom.”

Sarah let go of John’s wrist. She didn’t look away as her son started to work on the bodies.

***

Sarah sat cross-legged on her bed; elbows propped on her knees she stared at her bare feet. She couldn’t bring herself to forget the events of the night to find some needed sleep.

After John had removed the bullets from the bodies, Cameron and Derek had returned. They had reported that the building had been prepared to be burnt down. They had set up a make shift timer and that they had only five minutes left before the chemicals would be ignited.

Cameron had only lifted an eyebrow at the sight of the cut open bodies. Derek had stared at John with squinted eyes but said nothing. They had left the building and rode home in silence. No one was in the mood to eat something or watch TV or talk. John and Derek had vanished in their rooms, so had Sarah. She could only presume that Cameron had started her nightly patrol through the house - but right now she didn’t care.

It seemed to her that everything had changed. Yesterday, it was all so clear; she was protecting her son; she was fighting to stop Judgment Day. It had been her obligation, her life. And now everything felt different. Sarah couldn’t describe it; she just knew that everything had changed. John had changed within just one night - or even half an hour. She wondered how this could have happened so fast - or had John changed slowly and she hadn’t recognized it? Had it been Derek’s fault? Sarah wondered. Since he had arrived John had spent more and more time with him. But she couldn’t blame him for it. There hadn’t been many father figures in his live; the first one had been ‘Uncle Bob’. Sarah smiled as she remembered the scene on a dusty motorway station in the middle of nowhere and an age ago. The second one had been Charley Dixon and Sarah still regretted what his involvement with her had done to him in the end. And now there was Derek, sometimes he was a jerk but he was family; someone she could trust; even if it hurts to lose her son to him.

She wondered if this night’s events were a glimpse about John’s future. Sarah had avoided this part of her son’s life as far as she could. She knew it was ridiculous because it was a fact that John would be the leader of the resistance, but she had never asked about details; not Kyle, not Derek and not Cameron. Sighing Sarah rubbed her eyes. She left the bed and opened the door. Going back to the bed and sitting down cross-legged, she waited. Unconsciously she started kneading her feet. There was just one way to learn more.

***

Cameron walked slowly across the backyard of the house, scanning the area. She carefully hid herself in the shadows. She did it more for the sake of the neighborhood, because another terminator could detect her as easily as she could detect them.

But at the same time, she used a part of her capacities to process the latest data about Sarah. Cameron had enjoyed the way they had worked together while infiltrating the warehouse. The terminator compared the data she had gathered over the last few months and within a fraction of a second she came to the conclusion that their relationship had increased significantly. Cameron knew she was attracted to Sarah. She had been created to fake human behavior including romantic feelings to increase her chances to infiltrate human society. During her re-programming by the resistance, this part of her operating system hadn’t been removed. Shortly before John had sent her back through time he had explained to her why.

Right now, the more important question was what she should do about her reaction towards Sarah? Ignoring it would certainly cause her distress and diminish her ability to protect her family. The problem with a complex program like hers was that she couldn’t simply switch off certain parts and ignore reactions she had towards people she knew. People she didn’t know were another question and just other variables. So, if she acted upon her reactions towards Sarah without a well founded strategy, it certainly would cause the older woman to shun her. Based upon the available data, a slow approach while finding out if Sarah was willing to take their relationship to a more intimate status would be the right strategy. Cameron decided that a sudden hug was certainly the wrong way.

But now she had to protect the house and its inhabitants.

***

Sarah still waited. Finally she heard the quiet squeaking of the wooden stairs. “Cameron, come in for a moment,” she said without raising her voice.

A few moments later Cameron stepped into her room waiting at the door. She didn’t know what Sarah wanted from her and it didn’t happen often that the brunette invited her into her room.

“The way John acted today, was it like the future-John?” Sarah asked.

Cameron tilted her head slightly. “No,” she simply stated.

Sarah waited for further explanations. “Care to tell me some more details?” she finally huffed.

Cameron watched Sarah for a few seconds and recorded the picture in her database. Sarah wore cotton pants and a tank top showing her muscular arms and shoulders. Her face was framed by her dark curls. The warm yellow light from the lamp on the nightstand created a comfortable atmosphere. The terminator closed the door and crossed the room. She sat down on Sarah’s bed and waited for an objection. Turning her head Cameron looked at the other woman but Sarah just quirked an eyebrow at her.

“The John I know from the future is a determined leader. He inspires his soldiers and even during the darkest hours of the resistance he was able to keep them from despair and giving up. He cares for his people but he knows that sometimes he has to sacrifice a few to save many - and he had done it.” During her speech Cameron had turned and curled one leg under her to face Sarah.

The older woman stared at her hands clasped in her lap. It made her proud that John would become such a person. But at the same time realization struck her that she had to give her son more freedom to develop his personality. “Maybe it is time to let him go?” she whispered.

Cameron saw the gleaming in Sarah’s eyes. She recorded the picture because it was one of the most private moments she had ever shared with the older woman. “John will always love you but he cannot be your little boy forever,” she said quietly.

Sarah’s head shot up and she stared at Cameron. Suddenly a lump stuck in her throat. With astonishing clarity she realized that she will lose her son. John’s fate is laid down and she will lose him to Skynet and the future. She had to accept that one day she will become the best fighter under John Connor’s command. Sarah was still staring at Cameron. She realized that Cameron was the one she spent more and more time with and their arguments became less and less frequent. She even liked the way Cameron made scrambled eggs. Suddenly she felt so close to this machine that it made her heart ache. Without thinking she leant forward and in the next moment their lips met.

Cameron was surprised. That didn’t happen often, but now was one of these occasions. She moved her head slightly to put her nose out of the way, their lips moved and suddenly it was over as Sarah pulled back. Cameron looked at her waiting for some reaction, an angered yell or something, but Sarah only stared at her.

Sarah sat on the bed and didn’t know what to do or what to say. She just had kissed Cameron, a terminator! And she couldn’t even blame the girl for it.

After a minute of awkward silence Cameron decided that she should go before Sarah eventually started yelling. “I will resume my patrol.” With a smooth motion she left the bed, but at the door to the hallway she stopped for a moment. “I’ve never been kissed before. It was nice. Good night, Sarah,” then she was gone.

For a second or two Sarah stared at the closed door then she felt back on the mattress and covered her face with her hands. “Fuck,” she mumbled.

***
Cameron had her audio-scanners on highest sensitivity and heard Sarah’s curse. The terminator tried to analyze how the event would influence her strategy to approach Sarah in a more intimate way. The variables which she had to add to the equation to calculate the possible outcomes were quite extraordinary. But her strategy to approach Sarah in a careful manner seemed not to be up to date anymore.

Another variable she had to analyze was the fact the only person who had ever kissed her had cursed afterwards. Her program offered her different reactions and none of them seemed appropriate; going back and hitting Sarah was out of question; hiding in her room also because she had to protect the house and its occupants; screaming and kicking at something would be illogical and certainly draw the attention of the neighborhood towards them.

The only thing she could do was continuing her patrol.

***
With both hands Sarah brushed her hair back and stared at the ceiling before she wriggled in a more comfortable position and rested her head on the pillow. Her mind was still in a daze. Cameron was a machine, once created to help in the annihilation of mankind, re-programmed to protect the future leader of the resistance against the machines and right now certainly one of the most dangerous... Sarah stopped her musings because she didn’t know how to continue. Was Cameron a thing, a creature or a person, she wondered. For sure was that since their encounter in the hovel their interaction had changed. Sarah had developed an understanding for Cameron. She saw much less reasons being angry or distrustful at the girl. Right after the incident in the hovel she even had thought about Cameron having a soul. She had dismissed the idea the next morning but if Cameron’s reaction to the kiss wasn’t completely faked then maybe Cameron was a person and capable of having feelings. Of course not in the way a human had but in her very own way. Maybe it was time to respect Cameron’s feelings.

Slowly Sarah lifted her hand and brushed the tips of her fingers over her lips. She had to admit that Cameron’s lips were unbelievable soft and warm.

***

Cameron had finished her patrol through the backyard. Now she stood in the living room and looked out of the window. Her scanners were on full capacity to detect every possible threat for the house and its inhabitants, but most of her processing capabilities she used to analyze the events of the evening. It was difficult to calculate all thinkable outcomes for the problems at hand. The problem easiest to resolve would be asking Sarah why she had cursed after the kiss.

The other questions had to wait to be resolved at another time.

***

Sarah sat up and swung her legs out of the bed the cool wooden panels under her feet soothing her. She looked out of the window into the night and it was clear to her that she had to do something. Determined she sprang to her feet and left the bedroom.

***

Cameron heard Sarah entering the living room. A human wouldn’t have registered the soft padding of the older woman’s bare feet but the terminator had. Cameron didn’t turn to face the brunette.

“Cameron?” Sarah waited for the girl to react.

“Yes?”

“Would you please look at me?” Sarah said quietly. Suddenly she doubted if it had been a good idea to come here. For some odd reason, the unmoving Terminator gave her the impression of being upset.

Reluctantly Cameron turned and faced the older woman.

Sarah looked into wide brown eyes and she knew for sure that she was doing the right thing. “What happened in my room...” she started.

Cameron didn’t show any reaction but she calculated the plausibility that Sarah would order her to never speak about the kiss again.

“...wasn’t a kiss,” Sarah said. Quickly she closed the gap between them. “This is a kiss.” She lifted her hands and laid them lightly on Cameron’s cheeks. For a second or two it seemed to her that Cameron stiffened as she touched her, then Sarah leaned forward and met the girl’s lips.

Again Cameron was caught by surprise, but this time she reacted much faster. While Sarah was holding her, she bent her head slightly and then she laid her hands on the brunette’s hips, stepping closer to her until their bodies melted into each other. Cameron memorized all the sensor input she could take in: Sarah’s body was compact and muscular, warmth radiated from her and her lips were soft and wet.

Sarah almost dove into the encounter, savoring the touches, the feelings and even Cameron’s taste. Feeling daring, she brushed her tongue over the Terminator’s lips. In an instant she parted her lips and Sarah took possession of Cameron’s mouth. The moan that escaped the younger woman made Sarah shiver.

Cameron didn’t know what happened to her; never before she had made a sound like that. She was sure that she was malfunctioning because the sensor input was almost overwhelming her capacities. At the same time she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Cameron wanted this to continue.

Finally Sarah stopped and turned her head to the side resting her cheek against Cameron’s still holding the girl. She closed her eyes and inhaled the younger woman’s scent. It was a mix of soap, shampoo and a perfume of fruits Sarah couldn’t identify. The fact that Cameron’s hand was resting on her ass didn’t bother her right now.

Cameron didn’t move, neither her body nor her hand on Sarah’s behind. She knew at some point they had to separate but not for the next precious seconds.

But then Sarah stepped back still holding the girl’s hands. She observed Cameron closely. The terminator lifted a hand and touched her lips lightly. Sarah curled the corners of her mouth in an almost invisible smile. Cameron gave the impression she’d been stuck by a lightning. After a few moments Sarah squeezed Cameron’s hand, then she turned to leave the room but at to the door she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “I’ve never kissed a woman before. It was nice. Good night, Cameron,” she said and was gone.

Cameron looked for a moment at the doorway, and then she turned back to the window to resume her watch. But she decided she had to run a diagnostic as soon as possible because the tingle in her lips wouldn’t stop.

TBC...

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