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Title: Imperfect
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: R
Fandoms: /Supernatural/Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters/Pairings: Dean, John/Cameron, Sam
Warnings: strong language, violence, sexual content
Prompt: #172 Irenic at
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Spoilers: SPN season 4 AU, TSSC season 2 “Allison from Palmdale”
Summary: Having the attributes of a man as opposed to a divine being.
Author’s Notes: Prompt used as inspiration. I have more planned for this story just have to find the time to write it.
Chapter 1
“Cameron?” John walked into the room she had been given and his voice was soft, unsure. “Hey, is everything okay?” She was so still, not that she was usual a bundle of movement but this was different. The stillness wasn’t stiff and fake. Her back was to him and her shoulders were slumped as she looked out the window.
She looked….sad.
“Yes.” She turned to him and for a second John caught a flash of who she had been, or who he had seen her as, a girl. When she hadn’t remembered anything she has just been a normal girl and the part of him that was selfish, that had stopped him from destroying her, had wanted it to stay that way, had wanted her to stay that way.
But she wasn’t a normal girl. She was a machine, a killer, his metal structure computer for a brain Protector.
It should matter more but it didn’t.
He still needed her.
“Everything is fine.” And that girl disappeared. It was Cameron. John sighed and nodded turning to leave.
“Wait.”
He stopped.
Her voice was soft, halting of all things “What are memories like?”
John’s brow furrowed and he buried his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know, their memories I guess. Sort of like stories you remember of your life, not real reliable though,” he smiled softly “and emotional, memories always are attached with emotions.”
“Like pain?”
“Yeah,” John was getting more confused by the second not knowing where this was going, what she wanted of him. “But there’s joy too, love, grief, happiness.”
“How do you know if you have memories?”
John shrugged “You just do, some are clearer than others but there always there. They make people who they are, why they are that way. I’m not real clear on it. I remember my mom reading to me, I remember hearing about the future for the first time, I remember meeting you, the first day of school.”
She turned to him fully and there was something in her eyes, a glimmer that hadn’t been there before, it scared him, because it looked like fear. “I remember.” She whispered softly her voice slightly broken, still sharp and clear, robotic, but there was more to it.
John tried to understand.
Yeah, I know, you are programmed to. Your memories are sorted though, sectioned off into categories. Like Vic’s was in his chip.”
Before he could finish she was shaking her head “No, there not.” Her eyes blinked rapidly and she looked unsure “Some are, a lot are, my memories of you now, and in the future, some of those too. But there are others, and there not organized. There random, and they hurt, its like pain but I can’t fix it.” She looked at him and she was still Cameron, still stiff and slightly unnatural but her voice shook “I remember pain. They cut into her skin, mine, Allison's, and they put things there, all over.” She moved her hand from her arms to her head and her fingers rested on her temple. “They connected her to them, permanently, where I couldn’t take it out and then they made me do things.
Horror filled John’s eyes at what she was implying and he watched her numbly as she moved over to the desk and reached inside still speaking “I was programmed, it could just be another part of my programming, to trap you, but I found an anomaly.” She pulled out a stethoscope and handed it to John with one hand pulling aside the collar of her shirt with the other, exposing the side of her right breast.
“The metal is extensive but I found a weak spot.”
John placed the buds in his ears and his heart beat wildly as he placed against the soft breath. He was only 16, and it was a breast but that wasn’t what had his palms sweaty. Even the average male hormonal reaction couldn’t compete against the reality that was crashing down around him. He moved the cool metal against her skin until he heard, quiet, muffled my impenetrable steel but still there.
It was a heartbeat, steady, real.
His horrified eyes meet hers and her voice was calm as she asked him.
“John, what am I?”
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: R
Fandoms: /Supernatural/Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters/Pairings: Dean, John/Cameron, Sam
Warnings: strong language, violence, sexual content
Prompt: #172 Irenic at
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Spoilers: SPN season 4 AU, TSSC season 2 “Allison from Palmdale”
Summary: Having the attributes of a man as opposed to a divine being.
Author’s Notes: Prompt used as inspiration. I have more planned for this story just have to find the time to write it.
Chapter 1
“Cameron?” John walked into the room she had been given and his voice was soft, unsure. “Hey, is everything okay?” She was so still, not that she was usual a bundle of movement but this was different. The stillness wasn’t stiff and fake. Her back was to him and her shoulders were slumped as she looked out the window.
She looked….sad.
“Yes.” She turned to him and for a second John caught a flash of who she had been, or who he had seen her as, a girl. When she hadn’t remembered anything she has just been a normal girl and the part of him that was selfish, that had stopped him from destroying her, had wanted it to stay that way, had wanted her to stay that way.
But she wasn’t a normal girl. She was a machine, a killer, his metal structure computer for a brain Protector.
It should matter more but it didn’t.
He still needed her.
“Everything is fine.” And that girl disappeared. It was Cameron. John sighed and nodded turning to leave.
“Wait.”
He stopped.
Her voice was soft, halting of all things “What are memories like?”
John’s brow furrowed and he buried his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know, their memories I guess. Sort of like stories you remember of your life, not real reliable though,” he smiled softly “and emotional, memories always are attached with emotions.”
“Like pain?”
“Yeah,” John was getting more confused by the second not knowing where this was going, what she wanted of him. “But there’s joy too, love, grief, happiness.”
“How do you know if you have memories?”
John shrugged “You just do, some are clearer than others but there always there. They make people who they are, why they are that way. I’m not real clear on it. I remember my mom reading to me, I remember hearing about the future for the first time, I remember meeting you, the first day of school.”
She turned to him fully and there was something in her eyes, a glimmer that hadn’t been there before, it scared him, because it looked like fear. “I remember.” She whispered softly her voice slightly broken, still sharp and clear, robotic, but there was more to it.
John tried to understand.
Yeah, I know, you are programmed to. Your memories are sorted though, sectioned off into categories. Like Vic’s was in his chip.”
Before he could finish she was shaking her head “No, there not.” Her eyes blinked rapidly and she looked unsure “Some are, a lot are, my memories of you now, and in the future, some of those too. But there are others, and there not organized. There random, and they hurt, its like pain but I can’t fix it.” She looked at him and she was still Cameron, still stiff and slightly unnatural but her voice shook “I remember pain. They cut into her skin, mine, Allison's, and they put things there, all over.” She moved her hand from her arms to her head and her fingers rested on her temple. “They connected her to them, permanently, where I couldn’t take it out and then they made me do things.
Horror filled John’s eyes at what she was implying and he watched her numbly as she moved over to the desk and reached inside still speaking “I was programmed, it could just be another part of my programming, to trap you, but I found an anomaly.” She pulled out a stethoscope and handed it to John with one hand pulling aside the collar of her shirt with the other, exposing the side of her right breast.
“The metal is extensive but I found a weak spot.”
John placed the buds in his ears and his heart beat wildly as he placed against the soft breath. He was only 16, and it was a breast but that wasn’t what had his palms sweaty. Even the average male hormonal reaction couldn’t compete against the reality that was crashing down around him. He moved the cool metal against her skin until he heard, quiet, muffled my impenetrable steel but still there.
It was a heartbeat, steady, real.
His horrified eyes meet hers and her voice was calm as she asked him.
“John, what am I?”