A/N: This idea popped in my head and I was inspired to write it! It will be a Six/Sam pairing – as I am a big supporter of it. Not sure if this will be a one shot/ list of drabbles/ multific but like many others out there, inspiration is a must to be able to fully create/do something amazing; One because they have the impetus to do so. Like my other story (which I haven't updated for awhile *cough* sorry), it will be told in different POVs and it will be an AU. Anyway, I'll stop my babbling now. Happy R &R ^_^
Disclaimer: I only own the imagination which created the plot of this story. The rest obviously belong to their respected author, Pittacus Lore. I do not profit from this!
The Continuation
A smile graced Six's lips as she felt the cool wind hitting her face. There was nothing that could make her happier than to be on the move again – specifically to be in search for the other numbers. Finding Four proved to be possible, and so finding the rest must be so as well. All they needed to do was to be in constant move and guard; nothing else should matter till they accomplish what they were born to do. Until then, they cannot rest. This also meant no to any kind of distractions; at least, she adamantly believed so. There will be none of any kind of relationships with humans – a rule which Four had already broken.
She frowned as soon as she suddenly thought of this. Not only had Four broken this rule once, but twice! She couldn't believe that he had found friendship and love in two humans. They were Lorics for Lorien's sake. They were not supposed to fall in love with others but each other – It was a must in order to rebuild their home planet!
She remembered what Four had told Sarah before they left, that his heart would always belong to the human girl. He seemed pretty serious about it and Sarah seemed to have full trust in him for it, like she had no doubts of Four's heart going to someone else's no matter how long they'll be apart. She thought, didn't they know that it would probably be years until they could see each other again? For some reason, it seemed that there was something more behind those words, especially the very pained look in Four's face after leaving Sarah. It was like he was losing half of himself!
Unlike she believed many humans to be, she was not a very ignorant and dense person. She was such a perceptive one (for it was necessary) and she might even already have an idea of what it was going on between the supposed to be unlawful couple! Four said that his heart would always belong to Sarah; could it be possible that a Loric only fall in love once? She wouldn't know. Her deceased Cepan had not told her anything about it.
She shook her head wildly; her hair followed but was only pushed back by the wind effortlessly. She realized that by thinking of these unnecessary thoughts, she just broke her most important rule of no distractions! What she needed to do only was to focus on the road…yes… that was it, just the road.
Four literally felt nothing as he followed Six on the endless road. He hadn't even said a word as soon as he left Paradise Ohio. It was like he didn't have a soul left, and he knew that wherever it went, it was with Sarah. He died when he left her, only living when he was with her, when she was always at reach by his side.
He gripped the stirring wheel tighter and doubted whether or not what he had just done was the right thing to do. Who was he kidding? He needed Sarah with him; he couldn't be apart from her! Her existence was his as well, and with that in mind, he quickly turned the pickup truck around to go back to Paradise. He had to get her.
Sam was surprised at John's actions. At first, he was very worried because his best friend hadn't said any word yet, and so he had spent the whole time thinking of how he should start a conversation. This, however, was ruined when he suddenly felt a force knocking him to the right along with John turning the car around to go back where they just came from.
"Dood, what are you doing?" he screamed.
There was no answer from him and when he stared at him, he realized that the answer was already told by John's face alone. He – no – they, where going back for Sarah.
"Are you crazy? This is suicide John!"
Again, he got no auditory answer other than a determined look.
"John…" he went again and this time, he got him to look at him.
He thought that John would finally listen, but when he finally spoke, he said, "I need her."
This got him to shut up. It was clear to him that there was no point in arguing with John because he would not be able to force him to do anything when his best friend was at this state. He knew that his words were always effective with him but when it came to Sarah, John would not listen to anyone but his heart. He thought it to be very impulsive but he seemed that this was what loving someone with all your heart and soul does to you.
Knowing that he had already lost the battle from the beginning, he turned his head to Six's distancing form.
"Six!" he yelled to warn her, but was not heard.
"Damn!" he swore. He got to think quick; think Sam, think! Looking at it this angle, he only had one choice. It was obvious that Six wouldn't be able to turn around to catch what they were doing because, well, she seemed to be focusing too much on something else at the moment.
Glad that he was ready for this kind of situation to happen, he went to the back seat area and slid the rear window open. John still seemed not to notice anything. Next, he pushed himself out onto the bed and released the door. Quickly, he took his mini bike, which was about to slide off, and readied himself for a bouncy landing. Turning his head back to John, he first yelled the hotel address where he and Six will be waiting for him and then drove off. Hopefully, John listened to that part.
Meanwhile, Six kept getting this nagging feeling that something was off – she just didn't know what. And then, it hit her: there was no pickup truck following her from behind!
"What is it this time?" she shouted at no one.
Abruptly, she came into a screeching halt and at the process of doing so, flipped her Ducati. In just seconds, she had to become invisible and flash away so that she would not get crushed by it. Unfortunately, her landing was not too great, and as soon as she hit the ground, everything became black.
She had a big headache, that was for sure. Taking her time, she tried to settle her eyes on her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was that she was moving; the second was that she was on a mini bike; the third was that she was being carried by someone (the motorcyclist) the oddest way possible while he drove. Not knowing what was happening, she surprised her kidnapper by quickly pushing herself up and by quickly taking a hold of his neck to snap it.
However, this action had only cause the unaware guy to lose control of the bike and they started to fall. The first thing that happened was that she was pushed off by him, which had surprised her, to the outer edge of the road. Meanwhile, she watched as the guy fell with his bike with a scream that sounded very familiar. Nearing him, she realized that it was Sam.
He was all groans. It seemed like he had a broken ankle for he held on to it with a face like it was the end of his life. If not for the fact that he had saved her from the same faith if he had not pushed her off, she would have laugh at him. Instead however, she frowned. She hated Sam for saving her – she did not need the saving – it was him who needed it. Pushing the bike off of him, she held out his hand.
Groaning, Sam said, "Is the bike okay?"
She looked at the toyish-looking vehicle and then back at him. Her first thoughts were already out of her mouth before she could even realized that she had said them out loud. "You're supposed to worry about yourself first, not the bike."
If Sam was surprised at this, he didn't show it. Instead, he took her hand and stood up. He winced and his foot gave away. If it wasn't for Six quickly taking a hold of him, he would have fell down again.
"Sorry," he said, as he tried to balance himself out.
"You're not supposed to say that," she mumbled unknowingly.
Again, if Sam was surprised, he didn't show it.
Pulling the bike into an upright position while supporting him, Six checked to see if it was working. When the engine came to life, she was relieved. She didn't think that the human boy would be able to walk to their destination with a broken ankle. Checking to see if Sam finally got himself balance, she said, "The bike's good. Now, all you have to do is position yourself the way you positioned the unconscious me a while ago."
This time, shock reflected Sam's face as he blinked for a couple of times.
"What?" she asked, clearly not knowing what she said that was worth that kind of reaction.
"I can still sit behind you," he said. "I've only got a broken ankle after all."
That was a direct blow. She felt her face flush right after he said this. She couldn't believe what she was thinking. Actually, she wasn't thinking at all! She went onto the mini bike fuming and with an irritated look and voice, she turned to Sam and asked, "You coming or what?"
Blinking his eyes again, Sam sat himself behind Six with a hesitant look on his face.
Waiting, she asked again, "Yes?"
"Well, is it okay for me to hold your waist for support?" he said.
She couldn't seem to hold back her tongue at the moment for she quickly blurted, "Are you stupid?"
Sum gulped and said, "No, it's just that", but she cut him off.
She stated to him the obvious, "Do you have any choice?"
He seemed to hold his tongue and when he responded a "No", she pushed and released the clutch to start the bike. Automatically, his hand tightly held onto her waist. Frowning even more, she increased her concentration on the road as a thought of Sam to be not-that-bad-of-a-guy-after-all crossed her mind. Focus on the road Six, only the road.
Four was oblivious to Sam leaving. The only thought he had was to get Sarah, and to never separate ever again. As he neared the small house they were at before leaving, he became cautious. Doubts also seemed to creep his mind as thoughts of Sarah not coming with him crossed it. Unlike him, Sarah had to attend school. She also had a family waiting for her to get home – a family that she dearly loved and couldn't have possibly leave behind for him.
Instantly, he pressed on the brake while coincidentally ending up directly right in front of the house. It was clearly occupied as the lights were still on and screaming voices of people arguing were heard from the inside. He tried to get out of the car but it was frozen. Immediately, he saw Sarah come out of door and slammed it shut. Her eyes were red from crying and seeing her like this was enough for him to quickly get out of the truck and run to her, not caring whether or not he was seen.
Sarah was taken aback by the arms that embraced her. It was not only that however, for she was more taken aback by the presence of John, the guy who was the cause of her tears and argument with Mark a while ago. Oh how much she wanted to come with him, if only he would let her. Did he not understand that she always wanted to be with him just as much as he does? She doesn't want to be separated from him. If she would make the decision, she never will want to be. Is she not allowed to feel the same way as he does? That he is the only one for her as she is for him? To her, John was also her one and only.
Slowly, her hands found their way to his back and clutched it as if he was her life. She sobbed again, and he pulled her to him closer.
"I love you John," she professed.
John took a deep breath before saying, "Me too Sarah, so much".
Sam, who was sitting on the couch, was carefully wrapping bandage around his ankle. They have just rented a hotel room and Six, right after putting their bags down, immediately turned invisible and went out again - probably to watch out for John. As he treated his ankle, he reflected on his recent past experience on the road. He had the most fun of his life while driving his mini bike, at least, until he found Six unconscious on the side of the road and her Ducati all crushed. Immediately, he rushed to her side, just like before at the big battle with the Mogs, and carefully place in front on the bike in front of him as he held onto her. At that time, he just prayed to whoever god was listening out there that he wouldn't be killed as soon as she finds out. Suddenly, he felt an urge to laugh about it for he was actually almost killed by her!
"Thank you Lord!" he said in relief and unknowingly raised his broken ankle and put it on top of the coffee table in front of him. "Oww!"
Immediately, the door bursted open by Six holding his pistol and pointing it towards him.
"What the," he said in unison with her roaring a "What the hell is wrong with you?"
She then took quick strides towards him, pulled him up by his shirt (with little effort by the way), and exclaimed, "Can you please stop your groans, whines, moans and warnings on such pathetic things and actually use them on an actual emergency?"
He flinched. The Six in front of him now was the sight of her he never wanted to come across with. "Look, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I accidentally slammed my ankle on the -"
She let go of him as she suddenly pushed him back to the couch with so much force that it was pushed back as well. With two last words, she went back outside. "Shut up!"
Unconsciously, his hand went to check his neck area. That hurts, he thought, wondering at the same time when he would ever be in her good graces. He limped towards the door and peeped through the whole. Finding no one outside, he knew that Six was probably back to being invisible and was waiting for John to appear. She would probably be surprise when she sees Sarah with him though, and he knew that the atmosphere would be a little bit more tense for a while. Six might feel a bit of an animosity towards Sarah for holding back John, which in turn held her back.
He remembered the look on her face when she found out about the location of the other numbers through the tracking crystal. It was like all this time, there was still hope. He somewhat saw a spark and a relieved expression on her that time - a look that was now replaced by disappointment from John and irritation from him. He can relate to her somehow. All his life, ever since his father just vanished, he believed him to be abducted by aliens, yet no one believed him. He was adamant in this belief, but all people thinking that he was crazy seemed to make it look like there was really no hope. That was, until he met John, the proof that he had been waiting for all this time that proves that his dad might still be possibly be alive.
Yes, he can totally relate to what Six's was feeling.
About an hour or so later, the door opened but no one was seen to go inside until the door was shut close and Six revealed herself with John on one side and Sarah on the other. She quickly left their sides and went straight to the bathroom. Sam had already taken a bath and had fixed himself. He smiled wildly as he saw John safe and sound and back to his normal self. He leaped and gave him a quick hug, as well as Sarah.
"So glad you guys can make it," he joked.
John looked apologetic and Sarah had an embarrassed look on her face.
"Sorry Sam," said John. "What you did was totally dangerous and I should have been there to stop you."
He laughed. "You were there John. You were just not in the right mind," he said, emphasizing it by bending his middle and index fingers on each hand.
John's face turned serious. "I'm serious Sam. I shouldn't have let you done that."
He shook his head at this. "No John. I understood that you had to go back. Besides, tell me right now. Are you regretting what you just did?"
John glanced at Sarah then back at him. "No," he answered. "I'm not."
"Then there you go," he told him. "There is no need for apologizing when there is no need to."
He then motioned for both John and Sarah to near him and whispered, "Not sure with Six though. She was really pissed!"
"I'll talk to her later once she cools off," answered John. "I'm sure she'll understands."
He looked at him like he was crazy, "Oh I hope she'll understand John."
John looked at him confused, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You see," he continued to whisper; softer this time. "A while ago when I left you, I found her -"
"Rest, we have a big day tomorrow," cut off Six as she turned the lights off.
Even in the dark, he could tell whenever she is glaring at him! He shivered as he suddenly felt cold. Faking to yawn, he immediately went back to the couch, planning to sleep there as there was no room left for him to, and said good night to both John and Sarah.
"We'll continue this some other time," he said, although he doubted it.
He figured out that Six probably didn't want him to tell them his story so she stopped him. To him however, she could have just asked him to stop instead of rudely disrupting him. Oh well, Six was a big mystery. He could never really understand her - but he knew for a fact that if there was something they would always have, it was time. And he decided that he'll make to spend it a lot with her - annoying or not.
A/N: So, how do you guys like it? I think it's good for a beginning. If there were any mistakes, please point it out so that I could correct it ASAP! Thanks for reading guys!