HEY! I haven't been around lately with stories. Sorry about not updating Rules, but I am suffering major writer's block, i hate it! But anyway, this has been planned for some time, since I saw I am Number 4. This is co-written by IAmNumber875 and I Am Number 9, my besties. We hope you enjoy!

John's P.O.V

Each day I feel like it's my last, and know that with every passing day I am further and further away from Sara and Paradise. I feel myself slipping away. Today was the day we would find Number 7. We located him in Africa. Number 5 was in New Zealand, and Number 8 and 9 were in Australia, so we were going down the map, not by order of numbers. We were able to find out some information about each of them.

Number Seven 's name is Skylar Greene. His protector's name is Charles. He originally lived in Ontario, but relocated to Africa when Number 3 was killed. We know he can shape shift and can breathe underwater, but they are the only legacies we know he has.

Number Five's name is Rebbeca Tompson. Her diseased protector's name was Brooke. She originally lived in Britain, but relocated to New Zealand. The only legacies we know she has are intangibility and sonic scream.

Number Eight and Nine's names are Tessa and Zoe Roberts. Their diseased protector's name was Bob. They lived in Brisbane ever since they came to earth because the heat in Australia was so intense, it blocked off the Mogadorian's ability to smell them. They have not received their legacies yet.

I glanced at my watch. 5 am. I stretched and got up, shaking Six roughly, then walked over and shook Sam not as roughly. Six hopped up and looked out the hotel window.

"It's a g'day out. We should get going." she announced.

"How can you be so happy, so early?" Sam groaned.

"How can you be so incompetent?" Six asked with a smirk.

"Touche,"

I decided that the two of them were done with their constant bickering. For now. "Hey, are you guys ready to go?"

"Hey, " Sam started. "I usually don't wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning with a room full of strange aliens, with monsters coming closer to reach to kill us each day but, you know, whatever." You could hear sarcasm dripping off of each word.

"Well maybe you should have brought your shotgun with you!" I remarked, making Six snort and collapse onto her bed in a fit of laughter.

"Shut up!" Sam snapped. Six smirked and in one swift movement, grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into his pillow.

"Helloooooo," his voice was muffled. Six lifted his head by his hair.

"Hi," she said bluntly before shoving his face back into the pillow.

"Ah weed toga dee," he yelled into his pillow. Six lifted his head again.

"What?" she asked. He winced at the firm tug she gave his hair.

"I said I need to go pee," he said weakly. "Really badly. I mean I'm about to pee my pants off."

Six thought for a moment. "Fine," she muttered. "Make it quick."

Sam bent his legs, and made a weird jumping, running movement towards the bathroom.

"We are now boarding flight 46B. Please report to the gate immediately." There's our plane.

I got up and carried my bag over to the gate, looking over my shoulder, checking to make sure no one was following me. No one was, except for Six and Sam.

Six, I wasn't so sure about. She had this weird look on her face like she wasn't very happy about getting into the air. I had to come to the conclusion that fearless Number Six, is afraid of heights.

"Hey, what's up?" I said trying to make small talk. Our conversations aren't usually very happy so...

"The sky, now what do you want?" A hint of aggression was definitely present.

"Well, 5 bucks would be nice," I said with a grin and a laugh.

"How about caring my bag for me eh?" She shoved into my hands without waiting for my answer. I muttered to myself how well she was taking this all.

"How about you get on the bloody plane without biting my head off mate?" I said in a mock Australian accent.

She smiled slightly. "I don't talk like that." she shoved me playfully. Her hand slid down and I gently took it, and squeezed it reasuringly.

"Schnitzel, schnitzel." Sam said shoving in between us. "Sorry to interrupt, but we need to get on the plane, before it leaves without us." He walked on.

"I swear that kid's going to go down." Six muttered stalking off. I followed her. We boarded the plane.

"Wow, I've never been in first class before." said Sam. "This is the life." He settled into his seat.

"Get use to it." said Jane jumping into her seat, and closing her eyes.

I buckled into my seat, and in a few minutes Six dozed off. When the plane started she flew up from her seat, screeching slightly.

Beside her, Sam pumped his fist in the air and laughed. "Is that scary wittle Sixie?"

"Shutup," Six snapped as she slapped him hard on the shoulder. He winced.

"Glad I got it on video though!" Sam said holding it in front of her. Six snatched the camera and was about to crush it in her fist, but I grabbed it from her.

"Six, don't break the camera, Sam delete the video." I said, handing the boy his camera, who quickly rushed to delete the video.

"I hate you," said Six, slumping in her seat.

"Same," Sam replied, glaring.

'This is going to be a long flight,' I thought to myself.

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- I am Number 5, I am Number 9, IAmNumber875