Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four.This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)
Author's note: first fic. I just finished I Am Number Four and I had to write something between John and Six. Hint of John and Sarah. Some Moments may or may not be connected.
Talking
"You need to let her go." Six said from her spot in front of John. John sighed, glaring at the brunette in front of him. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest. A leather jacket hugged her curves deliciously. In a lone motel room, John and Six looked at each other neither giving an inch. The her was obvious. Sarah Hart aka John Smith's girlfriend. He had just finished his daily phone call with her, something Six disapprove of. John sighed, giving up on their staring contest and tucked his phone into his jeans. He walked passed her, going out to find Sam and Bernie Kosar. It hurt being apart from Sarah but the pain was slowly growing numb. Knowing she was safe, that was enough for John.
"You're just making it harder." John stopped, his hand resting on the door knob. Six didn't even turn to talk. Her eyes were focus on the peeling wallpaper of the dingy motel room. "When we survive, you can't return to her." John turned around, opening his mouth, ready to fight for his love for Sarah. Six knew this already and was in his face in a flash.
"You can't attach yourself to a human. How do you expect to rebuild Lorien with a human? There are only six of us left. Your little love affair with her won't help us. It can only hurt us." John stared down into her dark eyes, searching for the real meaning of those harsh words. Six is biting her lip. Her eyes were glazed like she was remembering something else. Something clicked in John's head.
"I know why you don't show emotions." He stated as he watched her face changed from hard to confuse. "You've loved someone before." John watched as the carefully built mask of Six slipped into an astonished expression. As quickly as it appeared, a sneer replaced it. She grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him against the door, pushing her body weight against him. Her hazel eyes flashed dangerously. John could feel the air crackle with energy. Six took steady breaths, trying to control her Legacies. "Six..." He said, gently touching her hand.
She quickly dropped him and stepped away, taking deep breaths. The air cooled and everything settled but the tense atmosphere was still there. John saw a glimpse of the girl behind the mask. The girl who was just as lost and scared as he is. Six backed away until her back hit the wall. She rested her head against it, taking in deep breaths.
"You have no right." Her voice was low as she glared at him. "No right at all."
"Six, what happen?" John asked, the need to hurt her before was already lost as he looked at her, really looked at her. Six shook her head, ignoring his question. Old emotions were trying to resurface but she quickly locked them down. She was hugging herself as she tried to burying the painful past. "Six."
"Drop it." She growled, looking into his eyes with spite but underneath that John could see helplessness too. "I'm sorry I went off on your girlfriend. I... Just forget it." Except, John couldn't forget it now. Looking at Six standing there, he really wanted to know. What events shaped the girl in front of him to be cold and emotionless? To become the Garde she is now? Strong yes, but damaged on the inside.
But she wasn't going to let him in. Despite losing both their home planet, being the same species, being thrown in the same crap, she was going to hold him at arm's length and keep him out. His hand wrapped around the door, still looking at her face, before pulling it open. "I'm going to figure you out." John promised before stepping out into the cool air. Six sighed in relief when the lock clicked behind. I'm going to figure you out, he said. Good luck with that, Six thought as she took off her jacket and threw it onto the bed. Good fucking luck.