Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. The author Pittacus Lore is the owner responsible for these gorgeous fictional people.
John's POV
On the road again; an act which should come as easy as breathing with someone like me. Although the situations have changed I find comfort in the coffee tin resting on the dashboard. Henri will not have died in vain I try to convince myself. Along with these thoughts bring an overwhelming sense of despair. Sarah and Mark's - however small the latter person's - friendships would be something that I will truly miss these coming weeks? months? Who really knows?And all of a sudden I'm overtaken with a sense of being overwhelmed. The stress of the situation that Sam, Six, and I are in continues to seep in.
I look down. Bernie Kosar is asleep on my lap. I feel so many things just by looking at my poor battered Chimæra; my oldest friend, my protector, my tie to all the happiness that once was Lorien, and my inspiration to fight back and restore our once glorious civilization.
I look to my left. Sam is playing with the radio, hoping to find something to lighten the mood with and distract us all from the thoughts in which most likely all of us were partaking. 'Poor kid' I think. Although he's the closest thing to a best friend, besides Sarah, I've ever had I can't help but feel bad for dragging him into a mess that wasn't his to worry about...not yet at least. But throughout it all he's proven to be rather helpful and I continue to wonder what he could have told Six to convince her to let him join us.
I then look to Six. Throughout everything that we all endured yesterday she was the one to stand strong no matter what. I think back to Henri and recall her telling us how her own Cêpan died three years ago. I wonder how hard it must have been to look out for herself after the death of someone that was like a mother to her, without her there to help teach her to control her Legacies. I can't even imagine going through the development of my Legacies by myself, let alone making this trip on my own, and therefore am overwhelmingly grateful for everything that Six sacrificed to help save us.
I look over at her again, and besides the turmoil raging inside of me from the sadness of leaving behind the closest thing to a home I've had in over ten years, the death of Henri, and the stress of our mission ahead, I notice just how attractive Six is.
Granted i spent all yesterday evening in her presence, but those were the dire times of war. Now I feel as though I'm looking at her for the first time. She drives with one hand on the wheel and the other hand is holding her head up with her elbow perched on the door. Her raven colored hair is blowing in the wind and is loose around her shoulder blades. She changed out of Henri's sweatshirt and decided to throw on a tank top seeing as we were no longer in Ohio and the weather cleared up enough to allow sun to filter through the clouds. Although she was badly injured yesterday during battle I can see only a few scrapes among her elbows and forearms, allowing her beautifully tanned skin to shine in the sunlight. I can't help but slowly rake my eyes over her body as she speeds down the interstate, completely unaware of the not so innocent images filtering through my mind.
Six's POV
Too many thoughts have been working away in my mind since the battle. Mostly strategies of how to train harder, of how to stay undetected, and of how to find the others, but now I've been having thoughts about the kid sitting two seats away from me. I never had trouble hiding the emotions that plague me underneath it all, but John seriously needs to stop looking at me like that before I explode.
Sure, I've had guys look at me before, but none of them ever mattered. I always knew that the continuation of our species mattered more than any childhood crush, which is why I never bothered getting close to anyone. Even Katarina had more trouble with this than I did. Maybe that's how the Mogs got her so fast. But now...with a war looming and not knowing which of us six left will survive, you start to wonder about all the stuff you never got to do in life.
Not that I want to immediately sleep with Four, but even during battle I had trouble looking away from him. I remembered him immediately after seeing him.
Being one of the oldest children on the ship had its advantages and disadvantages. I am able to remember my friends and family, as well as the beauty of our home planet more clearly than the others. I can still understand the Lorien language and asked Katarina to speak it to me often so we could preserve our heritage, but I sometimes wish I didn't remember as much. Overall, I probably want to kill Mogadorian ass more than any of the others.
Four, or John, was the cutest kid on the ship and I often enjoyed playing with him and Hadley. But now...I see that that little boy is long gone and an insanely good looking man took his place.
I sneak a look his way and see him looking over my body. I recognize desire glazing over his eyes and I suddenly feel hot as an electric pulse sends jolts of heat to my core. I'm about a second away from stopping the car and taking him right now.
John's POV
"hey I'm hungry...you guys hungry? Cuz I'm starving." Sam's words acted as a bucket of water to my face, snapping me out of my fantasies and alerting me to the fact that my pants were uncomfortably tight in the front.
Startled, I replied quickly that I was and hoped like hell that no one noticed my entire face turn red.
We decided to stop at the nearest diner and have a quick bite before heading out again - after I visited the restroom of course. Throughout dinner we briefly chatted about nothing in order to keep away from the delicate subjects while in such a public place. All of us knew however that the big talk would be coming soon whether we wanted it to or not. Discussing what our future actions would be is something none of us wanted to think about.
Fortunately however, I was able to get Six to laugh a couple times throughout the meal and when her hazel sparkled with laughter I found myself falling into the depths of them. What I saw was nothing less than a beautiful girl who had been through so much pain in her life that she refused to let anything phase her ever again. I suddenly wanted to know everything about her and more than anything, I wanted to protect her from anything and everything that could possibly hurt her again. I didn't understand how I could be falling for someone so quickly, but maybe that was part of our Loric charm, or maybe the whole near death experience/time of war thing messed with my mind...I only wish Henri were here so that I could talk to him about it.
When we were about to leave I offered to continue driving for Six in case she wanted to nap on the way to the nearest motel, but she gratefully declined, saying that she had the most amount of experience and that she'd be damned if all her hard work of keeping us alive ended in one car accident. This of course made us all laugh and agree that until Sam and I receive more training, neither of us would be driving soon.
So for the next couple of hours we rode in humble silence until finally stopping at the nearest motel once darkness fell.
I offered to share a room with Sam so Six could have her privacy. In retrospect I sounded like an ass who wanted nothing more than to please her but she only seemed to find it amusing.
"Ummm thanks Four - er John, so I'll see you in the morning I guess? Bright and early. I'll bring breakfast."
"I'll go with you!" I said maybe a little too eagerly, but I didn't care if I was acting like a weirdo, I wanted to get some privacy with her. Maybe not to make a move or anything yet, but to let her get to know me.
"Uhhh sure, I'll knock on your door when I'm up in the morning," she said and smiled warmly. Her smile only made me wonder if she was starting to get comfortable around me and it filled me with hope.
She then turned towards her door and said, "see you in the morning. Goodnight."
I replied back giving her a wink and a smile, unknown to her that I had no intention of going to sleep just yet. I just hoped she wouldn't mind if I kept her up a little later than she expected.
Six's POV
As I leaned my head against the door to my room I tried to steady my breathing. I don't know why, but all of a sudden John is all I can think about. All I want is for him to come marching into my room and take me. I've never wanted anyone so badly in my life and normally I can control my hormones a lot better than this, but somehow John has broken through the barrier.
I decided to go take a cold shower to try and cool off, but the thoughts still remain. I wish Katarina were still here to help me in a time like this. At the thought of my dead guardian I let the tears fall in the shower, which is pretty much the only time that anyone will see me cry, and this is hopefully unknown to everyone else because it has become somewhat of a daily ritual.
After getting out of the shower and tying a towel around myself I hear a knock on my door. Four knocks and a whispered, "it's me, John," takes me by surprise. I then hurry over to the door and unlock everything but the chain.
"What's the matter?" I whisper back.
"Oh, ummm I just wanted to come in and talk for a bit. Is that ok? I can let you sleep if you want," and even as he's saying it I can see the plead in his eyes.
"No, it's fine you can come in, just wait on the bed until i get changed in the bathroom"
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you had just taken a shower" he says with a blush. "No it's fine" I reply, and can't help but smirk in satisfaction as he enters the room with his eyes transfixed on my wet body, with my hair sticking to my back and the towel just ending above my knees.
After settling on a simple t-shirt and guys boxer shorts to wear to bed I appear out of the bathroom smiling at the sight on my bed. John is reclined with his feet on the bed, one ankle over the other, both hands behind his head, watching what appeared to be Family Guy on the television. As I walk out of the bathroom more completely he jolts to attention.
"Sooo, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" I ask nonchalantly while moving to sit on the end of the bed, later deciding to just lay on my side with my elbow propping my head up.
"Oh, um, I just couldn't sleep and Sam had already started snoring, so I wanted to come over here and spend some time with you is all. We haven't really had a chance to talk to one another openly, and I want to know everything about you. I know that Sam is like my best friend but-"
"I thought Sarah was your best friend?" I cut him off just so i can get two of my questions out of the way, before I can act upon my feelings I first need to know if he and Sarah are a couple.
"Oh. Well she was, but her and Mark were still kind of together, so instead she's just kind of like a girl that's a good friend."
"Oh" I say with a little too much relief in my voice to be considered the "oh" of someone just looking to be friends.
John notices this and smirks, moving closer to me he says, "so Six, did you break any hearts in order to come and save my butt?"
I smile and wink, "don't you wish you knew." I laugh and shake my head no, "no, I never bothered getting close to anyone enough for me to develop feelings other than friendship for them." John seems to brighten at this and suddenly I can't seem to hold it in any longer.
I close the gap between us by crushing my lips against his, who is at first taken aback but then returns the kiss with twice the amount of ferocity as mine was. His soft lips against mine feel like the perfect fit. His tongue begging for entrance as I give in and succumb to the heat that has enveloped me. Although I'm almost two years older, at that moment I feel like we are two powerful beings of equal measure, being joined together by a bond older than time itself. Nothing matters, not the war, not our responsibilities to restore our once beautifully thriving civilization, not even our grief over the ones we have lost. In that moment I knew that John was always mine. However, just as we started picking up pace and thrashing our tongues into each other's mouths I pull away. Both of us breathing hard, but we can't help but grin widely at one another.
"Maybe we should take this a little slower?" I suggest while he nods against my forehead, which he then kisses and takes my hand in his as he lays us back down on my bed. With my head on his chest and our fingers intertwined we fall asleep talking of our home planet - what we remember anyways, as well as first experiences with Legacies, and where we've been living these past ten years. With him I feel like I can truly be myself, and for the first time in three years I don't feel alone. I'm ready to fight whatever evil comes my way, because now I have even more things to live for.
A/N: I know, fluffy at the end but please leave reviews and i will love you forever! i want to know whether or not i should continue this story or if it is too terrible to even bother :) this was my first fanfic. please be brutally honest. i won't hold it against you...just this once ;) Also! if this story survives this first chapter there will be smutty goodness throughout it...promise :)