All the usual disclaimers
Okay, so here is the last chapter, yea! I may write an epilog, if you think it's needed. Let me know and I'll consider it.
As stated earlier, this is AU and totally out of context, so please remember that and don't be too harsh.
Please note, some sex follows, so skim the 2nd section if it offends. Also, some major fluffage to follow as well, just a warning :D
As I've stated before, technology? Not my thing, so please keep that belief suspended :D
Thanks to all who reviewed, feeding that muse kept me going!
Here's hoping you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it, just hope I can find some more Cameron/ Derek stories out there :)
It had been over a week since Cameron's CPU had been downloaded into John Henry, who in turn uploaded the intel onto every network in the world. No one was sure of the outcome, but Cameron was sure of one thing. She was alone.
She had no idea what the loss of her child would mean to her. Of course, her whole being rebelled at the idea of destroying what she had conceived with Derek. But the reality of it was heartbreaking. And she woke each morning damning John Connor and his part in giving her a heart to break.
Derek was in the same apartment as she was, he talked to her everyday, he would touch her cheek, her arm, her hand. But nothing more. He slept in the same bed with her, but he never veered from his side of the king sized mattress. Cameron hated that bed.
"Hey, how ya feelin'?" She glanced toward the voice of the man she now realized she had fallen in love with.
"I'm fine Derek, I've been fine. Really." She turned from him and went into the kitchen. Derek followed close behind her.
"Cameron, what's the matter? I mean, I know, the baby and all. But what's wrong? What is it?" He waited for a response.
She turned to him, her hands held in fists, her face as immobile as she could make it.
"You don't have to do this Derek. You don't have to be here. The baby's dead, my CPU was uploaded. There's nothing to tie you to me any longer. Your promise was kept." Her last sentence was barely a whisper, her façade failing as she turned her back to him.
"What? What the hell are you talking about? I'm here, with you, because this is where I want to be, where I need to be. With you! What the fuck are you thinking?" Derek grabbed Cameron and turned her back to face him.
"If I didn't want to be here, I sure as hell wouldn't be. I'd be long gone, I'd let you handle John and Sarah and now this new hell bitch named Catherine. Jesus Cam, I…I…how can you doubt it?"
"I…I just thought…you won't have sex with me. Before, you couldn't keep your hands off of me. Even when we found out about the baby, we still had sex every night, every day. Now it's been a whole week and you won't touch me." Her voice was filled with despair.
"Christ Cam, I wanted to make sure you were over everything. I didn't want you to feel rushed. I…" Cameron bit her bottom lip and wrapped her arms around her stomach, hoping to protect herself.
"Cameron, I wasn't sure how you were feeling. I thought maybe you wanted to be alone." He pulled her into his arms.
"I want to sleep with you. Be with you." Derek kissed the top of her head.
"Derek, please." She pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands up from his stomach to his chest, lightly running her nails over his nipples.
Derek hissed in pleasure. "Cam, stop. You know where this will lead and I don't think you're ready. You just…"
"I'm fine Derek. My body is healed, I already told you that. I need to touch you, feel you. And I need you to feel me. Please." She begged. "I've been so alone, so empty. I thought I lost you as well as our child."
He leaned down and took her lips in a deep kiss before pulling back to slip her robe off her shoulders. He groaned as he took in her naked body.
"Baby, are you sure?"
"I need you Derek, I need to know I'm real. That I'm me. Please." She whispered to him.
"Okay baby, 'cuz I need you, too." He lifted her into his arms and took her to the bedroom.
"Let's make that mattress work." He laughed as he jumped into the bed with her still in his arms.
Derek let his hand glide over Cameron's back, smoothing over the contours, marveling in the feel of her. He cupped her backside and squeezed, eliciting a moan from her.
"Yes, please, Derek." Cameron sighed as she pushed into his hand.
Derek had to chuckle as he rolled her over and slid between her legs.
"Umm, you sure you want more?" He teased as he ran the tip of his now hardened cock over her slit, eliciting a deep moan.
"Stop it, I need you!" She took him in her small hand and lightly squeezed his erection before positioning him at her entrance and pushing him into her.
Derek grunted at her tightness, her heat enveloping him, taking him to the hilt.
"Jesus, Cam, oh fuck." He had to stop or risk ending it before it began. "I can't get enough of you baby. I need to fuck you so hard, need to make you mine." His words were slurred with passion.
"Then fuck me hard, because I'm already yours." She whispered. Cameron wound her legs high around Derek's waist and pushed him in even further.
"Deep, Derek, deep and hard. Fuck me now!" She demanded
"Christ Cam, I love it when you talk dirty, it's so hot." He pulled out and slammed back into her, pushing both of them hard against the headboard, causing a crack in the wood that neither noticed.
"Fuck baby, fuck." Derek ground out between gritted teeth. "Need you so bad, need you so…" He felt Cameron spasm around him, gripping his cock so tight he thought he could see stars. Quickly placing his hand over her mound, he pressed her swollen bud until she screamed out her orgasm.
Still quivering around him, Derek pull out of Cameron one last time before plunging deeply back into to her, releasing his seed deep within her womb. For a moment he wondered if she could've gotten pregnant again, wondered how she'd feel about that. He hadn't used any condoms today, he'd thought about it for a second and then realized he just wanted to feel all of her, no barriers, just all Cam. Still, he wondered…
Rolling over onto his side, he pulled Cameron with him, not yet ready to pull out of her. He liked the closeness, the completion. She was his, but he was hit with the realization that he was hers, as well.
"Hey, how ya doin'? Was it too much?" Derek wiped the damp hair from her face and tried to pull away.
"Umm, no." Cameron wrapped her legs around him, pulling him back into her, preventing him from leaving. "Don't go."
"I'm not going anywhere, babe. Just wanted to see your face." He chuckled.
"Oh, well, alright. As for your question, I am doing quite well." She sighed and smiled up at her lover. "Actually, better than well."
"Hmm, is that so?" Derek nuzzled her neck, lightly nipping at her collar bone. "Just better than well? How about…fan-fucking-tastic?"
"That word is not any known dictionaries and there is no real definition." She smiled.
"That's because there is no real definition. It's a feeling. And I feel, fan-," Derek kissed Cameron's neck,
"fuckin'-", he lowered his head and lightly bite her nipple,
"tastic!" He growled the last syllable as he pulled onto his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"So baby, how ya doin'?" He asked again as he smiled into her eyes.
"I feel fan-fucking-tastic." She giggled before taking his face in her hands and deeply kissing him.
They had spent the rest of the day in bed, talking, making love, making plans. Derek would never admit to anyone that this was anything other than sex. But he knew better, he knew she was the woman he would spend the rest of his life with. And he knew that's all she wanted.
"Derek, I realize I'm not the kind of life form you ever considered making a life with, will you…"
Derek placed a finger over her lips. "I think this was decided long before you and I ever got here. I've never been a believer in destiny, but Cameron, I believe you and I are meant to be. So, we'll live a life. Hopefully a life with a future, but whatever kind of life, it'll be together."
John sat on the roof top garden, going over all Catherine Weaver had relayed to him. They had spent hours talking, about his past…his future. It still boggled his mind. But he was firm in his decision. The only problem was he had yet to tell him mother.
"Hey." Derek sat across from his nephew, handing him a bottom of coke before screwing the top off his beer and taking a long draw from it.
"How's it going? Sarah said you and Catherine spent a long evening together." Derek leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.
"Yeah." He took a deep breath. "We had a lot to talk about. Derek, I've made a decision. I'm sure you and mom, hell even Cameron, you guys are gonna pretty much freak."
"Okay." Derek sat up and put his beer down. "Spill."
"We may have averted Judgment day, but I, well, me from the future, I told Catherine, he told Catherine. Jeez, this is really screwing with my head." He chuckled.
"I get the gist. What do you feel you need to do?" Derek asked.
"I need to make sure that we keep it all under control, that computers are kept where they need to be. That time travel is never discovered." John took a shaky breath. "Do you understand?"
"Of course I do John. It's why we're here. To make sure there is never a Judgment day. It's what our purpose is, I…" John cut him off.
"No, Derek. It's what my purpose is. Mine and Catherine's." John waited for his uncle's reaction.
"What's that supposed to mean?" His voice was quite.
"It means that it's time for you and Cam to live your life. The two of you sacrificed enough. Jesus, Derek, you probably save the world." He raised his eyes to Derek, begging him to understand.
"But you still need protection John. We may have saved the world, 'may have' being the key words here. We don't know for sure, not yet." He argued.
"Well, I have Catherine to protect me now. Catherine and John Henry. She's going to make him mobile. Once she does, I'll basically have 2 terminators covering my back. Cam loves you and whether you will ever admit it, you love her too, and you need to be a couple. Not two people who sneak a quickie when I'm watching a movie."
Derek sighed. "Since when did you get so insightful? Thought that wasn't supposed to happen for a few years. But you're right. Cam deserves a life."
"And so do you. You gave up everything for me Derek. Now please, let me give this to you."
"Let me know when you're gonna tell your mom know, 'cause I wanna be somewhere else." He chuckled.
"Yeah, well." John decided to change the subject. "So, Catherine has your new papers. Have you given any thought to where you want to settle?"
"When we thought we were going to all be together, Cameron and I thought maybe we could head up north. Maybe Napa or Sonoma. We went there once, when we were kids, Kyle and me. Before, ya know? It's beautiful." His voice held an almost wistful quality.
"Well Mr. Reese. Perhaps I can sign over a winery in Sonoma that the company owns. I'm sure Cameron will be able to master the art of wine making before too long." Catherine gave Derek two manila envelopes, one with the name Derek Thomas Dunbar in large block letter, the other, Cameron Jamison. Derek opened them to find birth certificates, passports, social security cards along with credit and debit cards.
"They are all quite legal and your back ground can easily be confirmed if any back ground check is ever done." She sat next to John. "I'm sure John has told you he's staying here with me."
"In a fashion." He looked up at the machine. "Are you sure this is the best thing for him? He's still a boy."
"He's almost a man Mr. Reese and as such has his own destiny to fulfill. And I can help with that. What we need, what I need, is your trust and support." She looked deeply into his eyes.
Derek looked between John and Catherine, his eyes stopping on his nephew. He looked older, he looked determined. He looked more like the John Connor he remembered after Judgment day.
"Fine, you have it. But if you fuck this up, I don't know how, but I'll make you pay." He threatened.
"If I fuck this up, you won't have to." Catherine stated without a touch of humor.
"Hey, I wondered where you all were." Sarah noticed the cyborg seated next to her son. "Do you mind?" Catherine nodded and rose from her seat.
"We'll speak later." The titan haired woman nodded to John and Derek. "Ms Connor." She nodded one last time before leaving.
"Jeez mom, could you be any more rude?" John huffed.
"Rude? She's a machine John." She looked over at Derek as he downed the last of his beer. He picked up his envelopes and rose to leave as well.
"What's that?" Sarah asked.
"Oh, our new ids." He smiled. "See you guys later, want to show these to Cam."
"Derek, we need to discuss our plans. You know, where we're moving to?" She frowned.
He took a deep breath. "Talk to your son first." With that, turned and left before Sarah could stop him.
Sarah turned to John. "What was that all about?"
John got up and sat on the chair Derek had vacated. "Mom, we need to talk."
Cameron looked up as Derek handed her the packages Catherine had given him.
She quirked her head to the side in question.
"Our new identities." He sat down next to her on the couch. "So, now we can figure out where it is we want to settle."
"Well, we need to discuss it with John and Sarah, after all, well be living together. I think Sarah will have a very strong opinion regarding…" Derek cut her off.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but it seems that our dear savior of the world has decided to stay here." Derek opened up the envelopes and slid the contents on the coffee table. "Look, debit cards, she settin' us pretty good."
"Wait, what do you mean? John's decided to stay with Catherine? Why? I'm his protector." Her voice raised an octave.
Derek turned to Cameron his eyes narrowing as he felt his hands fist. "So, what? You think Catherine can't handle protecting John? She's a more efficient terminator than you are. And she's working on making John Henry a to-go model, so he's getting two for the price of one. Or is it that you just can't stand the thought of John with someone else?"
Cameron blinked several times. "But Derek, John and Sarah, they're our family." Her voice quivered.
"Cam?" Derek felt his jealousy begin to dissipate as he fully realized what she was going through.
"They'll always be our family, Cam, but now." He shrugged. "Now we can kinda live a life together. One that doesn't include having to keep an eye on John 24/7." He took her hands in his. "We, you and me, we can go anywhere, be anything."
"Is this what you want, Derek? Since the beginning, John and Sarah, they were our commonality. Without them…" She let her insecurity hang in the air.
"No, don't, this is right. We're right. And we'll be alright without them. And we won't be without them, not really. We'll know where they are. They'll know where we are." He pulled her into his arms. "And we have phones, just a call away."
Cameron hid her face in his chest, the feeling of loss weighing heavily on her. Not as intense, not as oppressive, as when she lost her child. But loss, never-the-less.
"I feel…" She looked up into his eyes.
"I know baby, I'm gonna miss them too. But we need to be alone, we gotta try and live some sort of life." He smoothed her hair back.
"A life?" Her voice was small.
He chuckled. "Yeah, a life. We almost had one, remember? Maybe we can have one again."
Cameron breathed in deeply and sat up. "Alright, a life, yes. A life." She blinked. "Oh, maybe we can have another baby?"
"Yeah, maybe." He smiled.
"Alright. But Derek, we need to discuss marriage." She said very matter-of-factly.
"Marriage? As in married?" Derek stuttered.
"If I do become pregnant, our child would be considered a bastard and it might cause irreparable psychological damage. So, I think it would be best if we marry and change my name to Cameron Dunbar." She tilted her head to one side and waited for his reaction.
It took Derek a moment to process everything Cameron had said. He wanted a life with her. Cameron, the woman, not the terminator, not the machine. But Cameron, his woman. He needed to be with her.
"Yeah, okay." He swallowed and stood up. "Yeah, this is good, this is really good." Derek smiled and pulled Cameron up into his arms. "Are you sure you about this? I'm not the best guy, Cam. I'm coarse, I'm grouchy, I'm moody..."
"You're protective, you're heroic, you're beautiful. You''re the best man I've every known, Derek." She stood up on her toes and kissed him.
"Are you sure you won't come with us Sarah?" Derek asked for the fifth time.
"God, Derek, let it go already. I'm staying in L.A." Sarah stated a little harshly.
"Sarah, please don't be impatient. We just realize that John will not have a lot of spare time for you and that you may get lonely." Cameron closed and locked the last suitcase before she turned to the older woman.
"I can take care of myself. And yes, I realize he's going to be spending a lot of time with Catherine, but I need to be close to him. At least for now." She wasn't at all sure what she was going to do with her future, but she wasn't ready to let go of her son. Yet.
"Okay." Derek shrugged. "Just remember, we're always close by, yeah?" He turned back to Cameron. "Ready then?"
"Yes, all clothes and shoes are packed as well as toiletries." She smiled as Derek put his arm over her shoulders. "I am quite excited at the prospect of owning a winery and learning all aspects of this new venture."
Sarah smiled. "Well, I'm sure you'll do very well, after all, you learn a hell of a lot quicker than your husband here."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sarah." Derek still had a hard time with the reality that was now his life. He was a married man who now owned a vineyard. Could things be any more surreal?
He looked at his wife, weird, his wife. A few years earlier he never even considered the possibility of marriage. Even to Jessie. The horror that was his world had changed so drastically his head was still spinning. No machines, no terminators, well except for his wife and his nephew's 'patron', a life filled with sun, air, and Cameron.
Yeah, he thought to himself, I may not deserve this but I'm not letting go. He pulled Cameron into his arms for a last kiss.
"So, Mrs. Dunbar, ready to head out?" She felt him smile against her lips.
"Yes I am, Derek. I'm with you." She smiled back.
Once again, thanks to all who reviewed, they always help to spur on the little muse.