A Simple Request, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, John/Cameron, Rated PG
Title: A Simple Request
Author: boromirs_wraith
Fandom: Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters: John Connor, Cameron Phillips
Pairing: John/Cameron
Rating: Rated PG
Word Count: about 600
Disclaimers: I do not own or profit from these characters; this is fanfiction.
Summary: John makes a simple request of Cameron.
A Simple Request
He could ask her to come back. Order…her…to come back.
He slid his hand over the bed, still warm from where she had been. It was so unfair. That she was…warm. And soft. Her skin gave off a certain smell, uniquely hers. Not…not a metallic smell, but a human smell that made him want to bury his face against her neck and wish the rest of the world away.
He closed his eyes, seeing her face. Her beautiful face with the expressionless eyes. Except for that one day. The day he should have killed her. Her eyes hadn’t been expressionless then. He’d seen…fear…hurt…pleading, and something inside of him had finally broken and he’d had to accept that she was something more to him than just a protector.
It was one last nail in his coffin. His want…his need of her. One more thing he could never really have.
But he was tired of being alone, tired of the darkness in his head. Riley was nice too, with her soft hands and quick smile. She wouldn’t have to know she was second place. Wouldn’t have to know that every time he touched her he felt a ridiculous sense of betrayal in his heart. Wouldn’t have to know that his mind shouted for him to stop, that she wasn’t the right one.
He took a deep breath and felt it catch in his throat. His eyes burned and he shivered in the cooling air.
“Cameron…”
“Yes…John?”
Startled he looked toward the doorway. She stood there, half in light, half in darkness. Her head was tilted a little, as if she were curious. She’d put on a jacket and had her arms wrapped around herself as though she were cold. But she was never cold, her skin was always…warm.
Again he rubbed his hand across the bed which was now cool to the touch and he swallowed tightly, wondering if he dared to do what he wanted so much to do.
“Cameron…would…would you lie here…where you were before? Just for a while?”
At first he thought she wasn’t going to answer. A ridiculous thought since she always answered him.
“Why?”
Why? Why was she asking why?
“Because I’m…cold.”
She took a step slowly into the room, more into the light though shadows still fell across her eyes, and she seemed…different.
“I could close the window and get you another blanket so you could be warm.”
He glared at her in exasperation. He’d finally done it, had asked for her to come close, and she was…she was dodging his request, which made no sense to him and he felt a sudden sense of panic that even though he’d asked, she would be denied to him.
“But you’re warm too.”
He saw her stiffen as he spoke the words, become even more still if that were possible, and he wondered if his request would be overridden somehow. For his own good, of course.
But then she was moving and before his mind could even comprehend it, she was gracefully climbing onto the bed. She lay down and turned so that her back was to him.
“John.”
“Yeah…”
“If you would lie closer, you would be…warm.”
“Yeah.”
Slowly he slid over to her, his knees tucking in against the back of hers and his chest against her narrow back. He slid his arm carefully around her waist and turned his face against her neck.
“Are you warm, John?”
He closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of her.
“Yes.”
Also posted to connorchronicle.
Author: boromirs_wraith
Fandom: Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters: John Connor, Cameron Phillips
Pairing: John/Cameron
Rating: Rated PG
Word Count: about 600
Disclaimers: I do not own or profit from these characters; this is fanfiction.
Summary: John makes a simple request of Cameron.
A Simple Request
He could ask her to come back. Order…her…to come back.
He slid his hand over the bed, still warm from where she had been. It was so unfair. That she was…warm. And soft. Her skin gave off a certain smell, uniquely hers. Not…not a metallic smell, but a human smell that made him want to bury his face against her neck and wish the rest of the world away.
He closed his eyes, seeing her face. Her beautiful face with the expressionless eyes. Except for that one day. The day he should have killed her. Her eyes hadn’t been expressionless then. He’d seen…fear…hurt…pleading, and something inside of him had finally broken and he’d had to accept that she was something more to him than just a protector.
It was one last nail in his coffin. His want…his need of her. One more thing he could never really have.
But he was tired of being alone, tired of the darkness in his head. Riley was nice too, with her soft hands and quick smile. She wouldn’t have to know she was second place. Wouldn’t have to know that every time he touched her he felt a ridiculous sense of betrayal in his heart. Wouldn’t have to know that his mind shouted for him to stop, that she wasn’t the right one.
He took a deep breath and felt it catch in his throat. His eyes burned and he shivered in the cooling air.
“Cameron…”
“Yes…John?”
Startled he looked toward the doorway. She stood there, half in light, half in darkness. Her head was tilted a little, as if she were curious. She’d put on a jacket and had her arms wrapped around herself as though she were cold. But she was never cold, her skin was always…warm.
Again he rubbed his hand across the bed which was now cool to the touch and he swallowed tightly, wondering if he dared to do what he wanted so much to do.
“Cameron…would…would you lie here…where you were before? Just for a while?”
At first he thought she wasn’t going to answer. A ridiculous thought since she always answered him.
“Why?”
Why? Why was she asking why?
“Because I’m…cold.”
She took a step slowly into the room, more into the light though shadows still fell across her eyes, and she seemed…different.
“I could close the window and get you another blanket so you could be warm.”
He glared at her in exasperation. He’d finally done it, had asked for her to come close, and she was…she was dodging his request, which made no sense to him and he felt a sudden sense of panic that even though he’d asked, she would be denied to him.
“But you’re warm too.”
He saw her stiffen as he spoke the words, become even more still if that were possible, and he wondered if his request would be overridden somehow. For his own good, of course.
But then she was moving and before his mind could even comprehend it, she was gracefully climbing onto the bed. She lay down and turned so that her back was to him.
“John.”
“Yeah…”
“If you would lie closer, you would be…warm.”
“Yeah.”
Slowly he slid over to her, his knees tucking in against the back of hers and his chest against her narrow back. He slid his arm carefully around her waist and turned his face against her neck.
“Are you warm, John?”
He closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of her.
“Yes.”
Also posted to connorchronicle.