TSCC fanfiction: Facepalm.
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Premise: Within the universe of "Through the looking glass" an unwanted surprise and exchange awaits the protagonists.
Close to midnight in a warm, summer L.A. night, John Baum returns from the first set of patrol rounds of the night. He enters the house through the main door with an almost phantasmal stealthiness to find his charge sitting at the kitchen table, finishing her homework.
"Hey!" She grins, looking up from her notebook upon noticing his arrival.
"It is late, Cameron, you never procure sufficient rest and this will reflect adversely in your physical condition."
The girl rolls her eyes. "Yeah well, let them know that at the school, will ya?"
Without bothering to pursue the current argument, the machine sits on a chair besides her, perfect body posture and each hand resting on a different thigh.
A silence befalls them, and the only sound that pierces it, is the light scratching of her pen while it travels the paper.
Suddenly, he speaks. "In order to maintain your physical condition in its prime, I have taken the liberty to sign you in for some physical training lessons."
"Oh?" The girl exclaims, putting down the pen and looking at him inquisitively. "Do tell me more. I actually prefer the physical things, rather than all this paperwork and computers. So, what kind of lessons?"
With an impassive look, the machine fixes Cameron in its gaze. "Pole-dancing," he deadpans.
At her surprised gasp that was promptly followed by the muttering of some obscenities through clenched teeth, John decides that the appropriate course of action is to drone the reasons for the activity chosen.
"The exercise sequences appeared to be sufficiently stressful to the cardiovascular system to provide adequate maintenance to your physical condition. Furthermore, the lessons take place in one of the most inconspicuous place in town."
"I bet." Cameron simply rests her elbow on the table and lets her forehead fall onto the palm of her hand.
After a moment of trying to gather her thoughts, she raises her head enough to rest her chin on her hand, and stares through squinted eyes at her cyborg protector.
He looks at her, returns the stare with his steely green eyes boring through her. Silent, unfazed.
Again, suddenly he is the one to break the silence. "I fooled you again."
Cameron Baum cannot avoid letting a very unladylike snort escape her, and right afterwards she starts laughing heartily.
When her musical laughter warms the room around them, and fills his audio receptors with its melody, John decides that the appropriate course of action is to smile at her.