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He walks into the living room, and he's shirtless again. "Nine, did you lose your shirt again?" I ask sarcastically as he enters the room. "Just be glad that Ella's not with me right now…"

"You know, I think I lost my shirt in my room. Want to help me find it, sweetheart?" he asks.

I wrinkle my nose. "No. And stop calling me sweetheart."

"You know you love it, sweetheart." He replies with that stupidly arrogant grin on his face. "Face it, you just can't resist me."

"In your dreams, maybe." I shoot back as I get up from my spot on the couch and walk past him.

"Maybe." He winks at me. "But definitely in yours."

I don't deign to reply, but instead walk past him and lean against the counter in the kitchen. Marina is looking over a few recipes as she tries to decide what to make for dinner. "Need any help?" I ask her.

She looks up at me and smiles. "Sure, what sounds better for dinner?" She pushes the recipes towards me, and I look through them before handing her the one I think sounds best.

"This one." I say as I hand it to her.

She nods. "I was thinking about that one, but the others sound good too."

"You can always make them another night." I tell her.

"Right. Now that I've finished, can you train with me in the Lecture Hall?" she asks, which causes me to grin.

"Of course, Marina. But be prepared, I'm not going to go too easy on you."

She nods. "I know. That's why I asked you and not Four or Eight."

"And also because you like me better." I say with a grin as we walk towards the Lecture Hall. On the way there, we stop in our rooms and change into training clothes. When we're done, we walk into the empty Lecture Hall.

"Okay, what do you know so far?"

She shows me a few things, which look a lot like my own fighting style I learned from Katarina. "I've been watching you fight and train and have been picking up a few things. I hope you don't mind." She says as I watch her.

"No, I don't mind at all. It's good that you've been picking up what you can as you go." We do a warm up, and then the real training begins.

We start with a spar, starting slowly and working our way up to about half-speed. Even as we're sparring I'm telling her how to correct her form, or to shift her weight differently, or to move her hands lower or higher.

After a few hours, we finish our training session. Marina walks into her room to take a shower –since her room has an en suite –while I grab a towel before walking into the bathroom in between my room and Ella's. I quickly shed my sweaty training clothes and take a quick, lukewarm shower. When I am done, I wring the water out of my hair –which is slowly fading back to its original black now that the dye is wearing off –and then wrap the towel around my body. "Crap." I mutter. I forgot a change of clothes.

I shrug and turn myself invisible and make sure the towel is wrapped tightly around me, just in case. I walk out of the bathroom and am about to open the door to my room, when Nine walks by. "Why is there water dripping onto the floor?" He asks out loud. He looks around for an answer, before walking over to where I am standing. He looks up at the ceiling, and then at the walls for a sign of a leaky pipe or something. "What the hell?" he asks.

I open the door to my room, and he jumps. "Holy crap! The penthouse is haunted!"

I turn visible and glare at him. "Seriously? That's your first conclusion, that it's haunted. Not that the girl with the power to be invisible is just walking around invisible?" I ask him.

"No, but now I see why you were invisible." He says with a smirk.

I frown, and then scowl when I remember why I had turned myself invisible in the first place. "Yeah, I forgot a change of clothes. See you later." I walk through the doorway to my room and close the door behind me.

Through the door, I hear him say, "Next time you want to walk around in just your towel, let me know, sweetheart."

"In your dreams!" I reply as I drop the towel and rummage through my room for something to wear.

"I don't know about that, but definitely in yours!" he calls back and then walks away.

Once I'm dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, I exit my room and join Eight in the living room. "Hey Eight." I say as I sit down next to him.

"Hey Six." Suddenly, I punch him in the arm. "What was that for?" he asks with a yelp as he holds onto his arm.

"That's for testing us when we got to India. I never did hurt you for that since it was too busy. We didn't really have time to be messing around with your fake avatars when we should have been getting back here."

"It all worked out in the end, though, right?"

"I guess." I stand up as I see Marina walking down the hallway towards us. "Marina, do you have all the ingredients you need for dinner?" I ask her, remembering the list of ingredients on the recipe she had shown me earlier.

"Actually, no. I was just about to go out and grab them. Do you want to come?" She asks. I look back at Eight, who is just staring at Marina and practically drooling over her.

I grin a little. "Actually, Eight was just telling me this hilarious story that I think you'll love. I'd tell it to you, but I don't think I would do it justice. I'll grab the ingredients while he tells you the story." I say with a wink before taking the grocery list from her and walking towards the elevator.

"Where ya going, sweetheart?"

I don't even have to look to know that it's Nine talking. Who else would call me sweetheart? Four is too afraid of me –or just busy with Sarah –and Eight is too wrapped up in Marina to bug me like that. "Grocery shopping, I'll be back in a bit." The elevator doors open, and I step inside.

Nine enters the elevator before the doors close. "Do you even know where the grocery store is?" he asks. No, but I wouldn't admit that. Especially not to him. I instead opt for not saying anything. "That's what I thought. Besides, I have to keep you from getting trapped against a ceiling again, don't I?"

I scowl. I had hoped that that little incident would go away in everyone's minds. And it has, for everyone but Nine. "Whatever."

He grins again. "Besides, it's been way too long since the lovely ladies of Chicago have seen this face."

I groan. "Seriously?"

He shakes his head. "I actually just had to get out of the apartment for a bit. There are too many couples in there if you ask me. I don't want to catch their attachment disease."

"Too many couples?"

"Yeah. Johnny and Sarah, and now you're setting up Eight and Marina. That leaves you, me, and the ten year old."

"Ella's eleven."

"Same thing." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Whatever. Just don't lose your shirt when we're outside. No way in hell am I walking around Chicago with you unless you actually wear a shirt for once."

"I don't know why you complain so much about that, sweetheart. I thought you would love it." The elevator opens with a 'ding' and then we are in the lobby. Instead of walking out of the building like I expect him too, he drags me over to another elevator. We get inside and he pushes the button for the 44th floor. "I do it just for you." He whispers in my ear, continuing our conversation from the previous elevator ride.

I hit him in the shoulder. "Quit messing around. We have to figure out what all these things are on Marina's grocery list." I show him the list, and he frowns.

"I have never heard of at least three of those things." He answers.

"I thought grocery shopping was easy. Do we really need all of those things?" We both look at the list and frown to each other. "Maybe someone at the grocery store will know what they are." I hope out loud. The elevator doors open with a ding, and we step out onto the 44th floor. To my amazement, it is a supermarket. Not a small, little thing like you would expect, but a huge grocery store taking up a large portion of the floor. "This is crazy." I tell him.

"Yeah. This is why I went with you. I figured you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

I grin. "You're probably right." I look down at the list again. "So it looks like the first thing is eggs. That's easy enough." Nine and I work our way through Marina's shopping list, but have to ask other people several times what certain items are or where they are in the store. When we're finally done, we have to go back down to the lobby, go into the elevator for Nine's penthouse, and then ride it up.

"That wasn't so bad, right?" I say finally.

He grins. "Yeah, I found out what that green thing is with all the little leaves." He says proudly.

I roll my eyes. We drop off the groceries in the kitchen and put most of them away before I say, "I'm going to go train some more."

Nine keeps walking beside me as I walk towards the Lecture Hall. "If you're going to shower afterwards, don't forget a change of clothes."

"Why do you care?" I ask, even though I will definitely not forget.

"Because if Johnny runs into you instead of me you'll be having a fight with Sarah on your hands. Not that you can't kick her ass, but you might not want to." He says.

I scoff. "Why would I have to fight Sarah if Four sees me in a towel?" I ask incredulously. Sure, John and I had agreed that we liked each other before I left for Spain, but that was because we thought Sarah sold us out to the government and was a traitor. Now that he had her back and knew that she would never betray us, he and I have barely talked.

"Because he's in love with you."

"No, he's in love with Sarah. You know, the girl he's dating?" I respond, no longer wanting to deal with Nine and all his crap.

"You didn't hear him talk about you guys on the way to New Mexico." He says. "I did."

I look at him incredulously. "You guys talked about us on the road to a battle? Do you know how creepy that is? Maybe I'd expect that from you, but not from Four with his saint attitude."

"Hey, I asked and he answered. But seriously, Six, you didn't hear him talk about you. He went on for years about Sarah, but he got all secretive about you when I asked."

"You were asking about me?" I ask lowly with my eyebrows raised. Sure, they're teenage boys, but really?

"What, like you and Marina don't talk about Eight?"

"She talks, I listen and tell her to make out with him already." I reply snidely.

"And you're too good to have feelings?"

"No, but I am a little busy fighting a war."

"And the rest of us aren't?" We keep arguing for another few minutes, and both of us forget about any training. Or any thoughts about anything but each other.

I suddenly notice that Nine is far closer to me than he was a few minutes beforehand. When had that happened? "What else should I expect from the guy that goes around 'losing his shirt' in front of the only girls who talk to him. Lore, what are we even arguing about?" I ask.

He grins, and for the first time I find myself loving that cocky expression on his face. "I don't know, but it's really turning me on right now."

Usually, if he –or anyone –had said that to me, I wouldn't hesitate to punch them in the face or another specific spot. But instead, I find myself leaning closer to him as he moves towards me. I find my back pressed against the wall as his arms box me in. And then my hands are in his hair, and his lips are against mine. It's nothing like my kiss with Four. If anything, it's all anger and frustration, and fighting, and battling for the upper hand. When we're done and panting for breath, he leans down and whispers in my ear, "I knew that losing my shirt whenever I'm around you would work."

"In your dreams."

"Definitely in yours, sweetheart."

Here it is! Another random Six/Nine oneshot. I hope you liked it, please review and tell me your thoughts! Also, on a side note, I did a little research on the John Hancock Center (since I've never seen it and was wondering about it), and it actually does have a grocery store on the 44th floor. If it didn't, then I wouldn't have used that in this. Anyways, have a spectacular day/night!
~Nerd