#8: Sarah Connor Chronicles
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Earlier drabbles: Firefly, Mad Men, House, Dollhouse, Sandman, Dr Horrible, Farscape
Title: Tricksters' Choice
Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters/Pairing: John, Cameron
Spoilers: s1
Word count: 2x100
"Dude, check it out." One of John Connor's classmates grins and points. "Morris is making a move on your little sister."
Sure enough, at the other end of the hallway, Morris has just walked up behind Cameron and is about to tap her on the shoulder while dangling a twig of mistletoe over her head.
"Oh... shit." John takes off running down the hallway, his head full of ways a terminator can kill someone. "Cameron! NO!"
Heads turn in bemusement all over. "Dude, chill."
"What the hell is with that guy?"
"I hear their mom is, like, super-religious or something..."
"So..." John asks on the ride home. "You let Morris kiss you."
"Yes." Cameron gives him that you-sent-me-here-and-I-know-you-better-than-you-do look. "You're jealous."
"I'm not. But just so I know... why didn't you kill him?"
"He is not a threat to you."
"Right." More mixed messages. Great. They ride in silence for a few minutes. "So why the tongue?"
"People use tongues when they kiss. I'm blending in. He didn't mind." The terminator pauses. "The human mouth can hold up to four fluid ounces. I was checking for weapons."
Somehow it creeps John out that a robot can be a bad liar.