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Eight

Nine was struggling on the ground, trying to find a way to escape Five's telekinetic hold, and avoid the surely fatal blow from his sword, which was getting closer every millisecond. In that split second, I make possibly the worst choice of my life and teleport in between Nine and Five, the blade entering my abdomen with a sickening squelch and an amount of pain I hadn't thought possible. I fall to the floor, and the last thing is see before passing out is Marina.

"Marina…"

I hadn't told her. I loved her, and now I was going to die without telling her.

"Marina…"

Blackness clouded my vision, and I had one last thought, and I forced myself to say it, even as a whisper. Anything to know that I told her.

"I love you."

Marina

"I love you."

It was barely a whisper, but I heard it anyway, although Eight was far away. Almost like he had whispered it directly into my ear. I snapped out of my shock and ran as fast as I could towards Eight, praying to whatever Lorien gods there were that I could save him.

I can heal him. Please. Just hold on, Eight. I love you. You can't die. Please.

In his shock and surprise, Five's invisible hold on me had disappeared. Now, as he saw me running towards Eight, he shook his head and ran to intercept me.

No.

With more anger than I had ever had, even when Adelina had rejected and ignored me, I screamed.

As I did so, the temperature dropped to below zero in seconds. Hundreds of spikes of ice of different sizes formed, and pointed towards Five. They all sped towards him, but in mid-flight changed shaped to create an inescapable prison for Five.

A new legacy!

The thought didn't matter, and only flickered into my head for a second before I once again ran towards Eight.

Please, please, please…

I landed on my knees beside him, tears pouring down my face, looking for even the slightest sign of life.

There. A breath. I almost collapsed and sobbed in joy, but I had to heal him. Now, before it's to late. I lifted his shirt - my healing worked better and faster with direct contact - and placed my hands on his cold chest, feeling a different kind of cold than the one I just shot at Five flowing from my fingers to Eight.

"Marina, don't! You can come with me! You'll know it's the right thing to do! Eight was just an accident. He doesn't care about you! I do. I'm better for you, you won't even care about him when we're together. Come with me, Marina!" Five yelled from his ice prison as Eight writhed in pain under my hands.

"You bastard," I hissed. "How dare you?! I love Eight, and I will kill you!" I yelled, staring at Eight's beautiful face contorted in pain. Although I may have imagined it, I thought I saw Eight smile through the pain for a second when I said I loved him.

Finally, Eight lay still, breathing steadily, his face relaxed, but still unconscious. I looked around, scanning for more dangers, and spotted Six, still unconscious and bleeding from her head and Nine, slumped against the tree. Although I didn't want to leave Eight's side, I ran to heal Six, promising myself that there was no danger. He'll be fine.

As soon as I finished with Six, I ran to Nine, realizing he was fine and conscious, simply exhausted.

Wait.

I looked at Nine's face again, and could not believe what I saw. Nine was crying. Silent tears rolled down his face and into his shirt.

"Nine? Are you-"

"I'm so sorry, Marina," he said, curling into himself. "I'm so stupid. I couldn't take a hint, and I got Eight killed for it. Marina," he gasped, "Please never forgive me ever again."

To stunned by his sudden proclamation to tell him that Eight was in fact, alive, I silently grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

"Marina?" he asked, confused.

In response, I simply pulled him to where Eight was laying, tears again springing into my eyes as I thought of how close he had been to dying.

"Oh my god," Nine said, landing on his knees beside Eight. "He's alive! Thank Pittacus! He's alive!" He screamed so loud that Six woke, and walked to stand next to us.

The first words out of her mouth are words I will find funny for the rest of my life. "Is Nine… crying?"

And in that moment, I laugh, and I know we will be fine.

As soon as Eight wakes up, I correct myself. Then I will be fine.

Eight

I open my eyes slowly, and blink a few times, to get rid of the blurriness.

Aren't I supposed to be dead? I think. Then I remember. Marina. She must have healed me. I finally focus on where I am. Someone is carrying me as they walk. I look up, and see the underside of someone's head. Who…? Oh, damn. That's embarrassing. Nine's carrying me. As I realize this, I give a yelp and tumble out of Nine's arms… and onto the floor. After a moment of sitting on the floor with everyone - being Nine, Six, and Marina - staring at me, I stand up, reconsidering teleporting since we are on a busy-ish street, and a kid disappearing into thin air is not an everyday sight.

"What?" I say after a long while, since no one has moved since I woke except to turn and stare at me, their mouths agape.

Nine is the first to speak. "Finally! I thought I would have to carry you for years!" he says, a smile - an actual smile, not a sarcastic, cocky smile - breaking out on his face, clapping me on the shoulder.

Six surprises me next by wrapping me up in a hug. She pulls back after a moment, also smiling. "Good to see you awake, Eight." There are even tears in her eyes. I never thought I'd see the day Six cried, much less be the cause of those tears.

Throughout all this, Marina stands off to the side, hands covering her mouth, so that it almost looks like praying, and a tear rolling down her cheek.

I look at her, confused. Is she mad to see me awake? What could I have done? The last thing I remember is teleporting between Nine and Five. Then, nothing. I try to remember, to no avail.

"Marina?" I ask cautiously, tilting my head. "What's wrong, Mar?" Instinctively, I look down at my ankle, pulling my pants up and seeing the familiar scars in the shapes of Loric numbers one, two, and three. Nothing new there. What could be bothering her? We continue to stare at each other for a few more seconds, while I try to figure out how to comfort her. It wasn't me, was it? This thought repeats itself in my head, making it hard to think. Six and Nine stand awkwardly to the side shifting their weight from leg to leg.

Nine whispers to Six, and I hear it. "I'll bet you fifty she kisses him," he says quietly.

"Deal," Six whispers back.

Kisses me? Before I have time to think of what Nine meant by that, Marina lets out a sob and wraps her arms around me, burying her face in my chest. I stroke her hair softly, now even more confused. "What's wrong, Marina?" I ask, trying to lean back to see her face.

She shudders and presses her face against my chest again. "You," came the muffled response.

Me? I'm wrong? I think, frowning and removing myself from Marina's embrace.

Marina

I feel Eight tense and pull back, and quickly rephrase. "No! I didn't mean it like that." Eight relaxes again but still pulls away.

"What did you mean?" he asks softly, just like Eight would. My Eight. It startles me that I think of him like that, and it must show on my face because he quickly adds "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

I shake my head, smiling, as he scratches the back of his neck. Six and Nine have long gone to reserve a hotel room, so I don't care about them overhearing. "After you got stabbed by Five, I thought you were going to die," I say, pausing to watch his reaction.

"I don't remember anything after I teleported," he says, and my smile fades. He doesn't remember saying he loves me?

"Well," I continue, albeit a bit more shakily. "I tried to heal you, but Five got in the way," I say, recalling his horrible words. 'He doesn't care about you. I do. Come with me, Marina.' I make a face. "I trapped him in an ice cage," I say, glad I finally got a fighting legacy.

Eight stares at me. "What?"

"I trapped him in an ice cage," I repeat.

"You got a new legacy? That's awesome!" he says, looking a little distant and angry with… something. Himself, maybe? Me? I hope not.

I look down. I should tell him, shouldn't I? I sigh, looking down. "Youalsosaidyouloveme," I mumble quickly.

"What?"

I take a deep breath, hoping he hadn't just said it in a pain-induced delusion. "You said you love me," I say more slowly, squeezing my eyes shut. I expect him to deny it immediately, or at least say something to prove he hadn't meant it.

My eyes still shut, I feel his hand softly pushing some hair out of my face. I don't open my eyes. I don't want to see his pity, and I don't want him to see the tears in my eyes.

Eight

"Marina," I say, but I can tell she's shut my voice out. She doesn't want to be rejected. My innocent, sweet Marina. "I meant it, Marina. Even if I don't remember it, I meant it." I say, scanning her face for any sign of acknowledgement. She seems to still be shutting me out, but I think I see her lips twitch. I sigh, knowing she won't listen to anything I say until I do something. So I do. I pull her head up, bend my head down, lips connecting with hers.

Marina

I feel Eight pulling my head up, and then his lips on mine. I gasp against his lips, and move my arms around his neck. Through my clothes, I feel the heat of his hands at my waist and goosebumps tickle my skin where ever he touches. I feel guilty for not listening to what he was saying, so I ask when he pulls back. "What were you saying before you kissed me?" I ask, my arms still around his neck.

He laughs softly, and I feel his warm breath on my lips. I resist the urge to kiss him again. "I said I meant it, Marina. Even if I don't remember saying it, I meant it," he says, pausing and taking a reassuring breath. "I love you, Marina. I loved you since the day I met you. You were a wonderful person, always so kind, even to Five," he says. I stare in stunned silence. "I felt like an absolute moron whenever I talked to you, or even saw you. And the years by myself in the mountain didn't help either," he admits, scratching the back of his neck.

"I love you too, Eight, and I always will." I whisper, kissing him again. When we part, he has the possibly biggest smile in the world.

"We should probably catch up to Six and Nine, right? They're going to think we were taken by Mogs," he says, the smile still in place.

"Yes, we should." I say, finding his smiling contagious. We walk hand in hand towards the hotel.

Nine

Okay, so Six and I were watching the entire time, invisible. "You owe me fifty bucks," I whisper to Six.

"No, I don't." She say smugly.

"And why, pray tell, do you not?"

"Because you bet Marina would kiss him. I bet that Eight would kiss her." She says, smirking at me.

"Damn it!" I yell, catching the attention of said couple.

Both me and Six become visible again, grinning sheepishly as I take out my wallet.

Eight laughed, and Marina looked confused, then rolled her eyes.