So this is my first ever story and I'm relatively new to writing. I found this on an old USB and thought why not polish it up and post it. Please let me know what I need to work on to help better myself as a writer. The characters might not act exactly as their cannon selves, but I did try to make them relatively the same. I am really into this series and since the fandom isn't huge or super active thought why not post it. I hope you will leave a review and enjoy the story. Trace out!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters used in this story.
We were running. Again. Nothing unusual for any of us at this point.
"John, do you think the others are okay?" Six asked quietly. We were ambushed by the Mogs during an attempt to finally find Five and we somehow got separated from the others in the battle.
"I hope they are. They should be able to handle themselves, especially with Crayton and Bernie with them." I told her with what I thought sounded like hope as I clutched my wound. During the battle one of the Mogs were able to catch me with a dagger on my right forearm while I was trying to get some civilians to safety. A careless and useless mistake as Six and Nine would call it, but I couldn't let them get hurt because of us.
Six and I ran after we realized that they were overwhelming us. We were able to find some shelter in the woods and soon after found a cave that we both could fit in. We didn't have a phone on us, so we couldn't contact any of the others. Even if we did there wouldn't be any cell service anyway. We sat against opposite walls of each other. The rain poured heavily outside. It provided us with just enough cover to slip away from the battle and washed away any potential tracks that they could follow. We sat in an uncomfortable silence taking in the fact we had such a disastrous run in with our enemy and the fact we were so unprepared for it.
"I'm glad you're okay." Six mumbled after a while as she moved over to where I was sitting and huddled beside me. I put my uninjured arm around her to draw her closer to me while hoping that she won't notice the thundering sound that was my heart from the close contact.
"Yeah I'll have to change the bandage on my arm in the morning though." I said, slightly lifting my injured arm which was currently being covered by some torn shreds of my shirts. "I'm glad that you're okay too." I added as I placed my chin on her raven hair. In one of her few moments of weakness that Six will take to her grave she burrowed her face into my neck.
We sat there in silence until I finally realized that Six had drifted off to sleep. I smiled contently as I looked down at her face carefully. For a girl that acts tough enough to take on the world she still has a way of looking almost angelic at the same time. The small delicate smile that she had in that moment is a memory that I will remember for the rest of my days. As I was looking at her, I couldn't help but worry about the others. I really did hope they were all okay and we would all meet back up soon. I would hate for anything to happen to one of them, not only because we would be down yet another Garde in this bleak looking war, but because they're my last connection to Lorien. To Henri. They are also almost like a family. A dysfunctional and weird family yes, but still people that I can count on.
I just wish that none of this happened and it was all a dream. I always thought about a normal life. A life where the rest of the Garde and I didn't have to run. But I know now more than ever that it's impossible. We are the only hope that our home planet and Earth has. We have no choice but to fight and the Mogs aren't going to make it easy on us. Yet a part of me was kind of happy at the same time. We finally have started to reunite, and with them this war seems just a little bit more winnable. We just need to make sure that no more scars end up on our legs before it truly begins.
A small smile grew on my face when I heard Six lightly snore from my lap where her head now rested. Looking at her face somehow made me believe that we could get through this. I haven't been able to understand myself for the past few months, since Six returned from Spain I've been somewhat overprotective of her. My heart would do these crazy jumping jacks or a relay race whenever I get close to her or whenever our eyes meet. I felt kind of bad at first because I knew Sam liked her, but at the same time he had already given me his permission. I guess I just felt kind of guilty for taking yet another thing away from him. I also couldn't help feeling like I was betraying Sarah even though she turned us in. We were still together, I think. I'm so confused over our relationship and I can't decipher what everything means. Yet another thing hanging over my head constantly. A little later I finally drifted off to sleep curled up next to Six dreaming of her with her raven hair and stark hazel eyes.
"Good morning sleepy head." Six said and grinned as I opened my eyes. She was tending to my wound and wrapping a small piece of her shirt around my arm. "How did you sleep?" she asked.
"Great." I replied as a rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes. I didn't tell her what I was really thinking about how her being in my dreams is what made it so great.
"Good to hear. Now get up, we still need to find the others." She said as she grabbed both ours bags. I couldn't help the small smile from forming on my face at the bluntness that I've become accustomed too. At least I still have that to look forward to in the morning.
The rain hadn't stopped but we knew we had to look anyway. We traveled through the dense forest searching for any of the Garde. We searched for a few hours, but we didn't have any luck in even finding a trace of them. The rain supported our escape by washing away our tracks, but it also didn't do us any help in locating our friends either. Finding them also wasn't our only trouble currently.
"I'm getting hungry." Six mumbled during our continuous walking.
"Me too Mar." I told her and she shot me a murderous look like she does whenever I call her that. "Oh, come on, I know you like that name." I added with a huge smile directed towards her.
"Whatever John." She growled in response with an annoyed look on her face. I knew she'll be trying to kick my ass soon anyway, so I gambled and decided to mess with her some more.
"I was just imaging little Maren Elizabeth in a pink dress and ribbons on her hair." I said with a laugh.
Before I could react Six tackled me, sending us both rolling on the muddy forest floor. She ended up on top after our little sprawl and kept throwing hit after hit which I tried my best to deflect. I used my telekinesis to push her off me, but she countered with her own leaving us with a stale mate until she sent a powerful wave pinning me down fully.
"Watch the arm!" I yelled, feeling some pain in my wound from her attack.
"Aw don't be such a wuss Johnny…" she teased.
I smirked at her light laughter. We both went quiet after that. She was still on top of me both of our chests rising due to our fatigue from the most recent battle. I felt my heart start to race again just like all those times before. She leaned closer and I didn't dare move an inch. It wasn't until our faces were inches apart that I started to truly realize what was happening. Then her soft luscious lips crashed into mine and it was perfect, like our lips fit together perfectly, like hers were made just for mine. It was intense lacking all sense of gentleness and relaxation that I was used to with Sarah. It was almost animalistic in a way, filled with long hidden lusts and desires. I knew at the time we should be worrying about the others but in honesty I lost myself in that happiness that I had suppressed for so long. I wrapped my arms around her waist, ignoring the slight pain and drew her closer to me. I rolled us around, so I was on top of her. We gulped for much needed air then our lips met again. I could hear her slight sensual gasps and her murmuring something but her words we stifled by the kiss. We were both lost in each other, completely oblivious to our surroundings. We changed places once again, she was on top of me with this wicked smile on her face that I would come to love. She removed her jacket followed by her worn down tank top before kissing me again.
I couldn't believe what was happening. We were out here in some forest in Arkansas, on the run from the Mogs and trying to find our friends but all I knew now was making out with a shirtless Six. As we were kissing, I felt my shirt start to get yanked upwards causing us to briefly break apart before reuniting once more. We continued to attack each other's mouth with equal ferocity as I slowly slid my hand down the length of her body trying to hear more of her sweet innocent moans. We were so involved in each other that we didn't even hear the two individuals that stumbled upon us.
A person cleared their throat and we finally broke apart to turn and see Eight standing there with an amused grin on her face and blushing from what I can safely assume is due to the fact we're both shirtless. My face instantly turned as red as her own once my brain fully registered what had just happened.
"How long..? What did you..? How much did you...?" Was all I could manage to get out as my face only continued to get redder.
"Are you okay? Where are the others?" Six finally asked as she pulled back on her missing shirt and stood up, making her way over to Eight. Six being Six completely ignores the embarrassing situation and got right to the point. Something that I was actually thankful for this time.
"I was separated from the others too; I was worried sick about you guys…" Eight started slowly with a mischievous grin on her face. "But I see you're more than okay, I guess." she finished with a huge smile on her face. If it was possible for my face to get redder it would have.
"How long have you been there?" I finally asked with a shaky voice.
"Oh, you know long enough." Eight replied. "I heard people speaking and followed Bernie here" she pointed to the other presence in the small area, "until we found you guys…you know…. I hated to interrupt what you were doing, but then it got awkward." Eight said while wiping at some mud on her face from our last encounter with the Mogs and winking at us both.
"Just shut it Eight!" Six yelled while turning as red as me. "We should go find the others." She added as I stood up. I just gave Eight an awkward smile and called Bernie over to make sure he was alright. He gave me a disapproving look which told me we would talk about this later before jumping and attacking me with affection. No matter what I know I'll always have somebody watching my back with Bernie by my side. After getting reunited with my lost companion I quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled it on all under the amused gaze of Eight.
We started up our search once more. The storm had finally stopped, and things were looking up for our little group. We were able to find a small river and clean ourselves up a little since even with the rain we all looked like we hadn't showered in weeks. Luckily, Six and I still had our backpacks, so we could change out of our clothes. I changed into a white shirt and some old jeans, while the girls went and changed somewhere else. When they came back Six had on a new white tank-top and some training shorts and Eight was wearing one of my old shirts with a pair of Six's shorts. We continued with our search to hopefully reunite with our fellow Garde.
Six didn't say a word to me about our encounter earlier, but Eight was grinning at me every time I looked at her. Then she decided to run up beside me and whispered, "You know, I was almost thinking that you two ran off on purpose." Before I could get a word out, she skipped ahead with that same little grin on her face.
Six eyed me curiously with her brow furrowed obviously trying to decipher what was said. After a while we fell into a pace walking side by side with Eight ahead of us. "What did she say?" she asked as we continued along.
"Umm… nothing important." I replied nervously while clearing my throat. Six lightly punched my side. "Yeah, sure! You really need to work on your lying Johnny."
We continued to walk in silence but kept our eyes on constant alert for another possible Mog ambush. "So, what does all this make us?" I asked after a while, making sure to whisper so Eight didn't hear.
"I'm thinking about it." Six said shyly. "What, what do you think? What about Sarah?" she inquired. I had never seen Six act nervous or scared, but in that moment, I almost saw a vulnerable and normal teenage girl.
The mention of Sarah's name seemed to open old wounds though. Since mine and Sam's capture I had felt that she betrayed me. I had to forget about her and move on, I would tell myself. That with Six, I felt happy, content, and almost complete. At least more complete than when I was with Sarah. I don't know how to explain it, but I always felt like something held me back when I was with her. There was always this voice in the back of my head filling my mind with thoughts of doubt and how she would always pick her normal life over my life of chaos and fear. While with Six I can think of a future, a more possible future which I couldn't have with Sarah if we ever survived this war.
I looked at Six, she seemed uneasy. "I think I have to forget about her… but I don't think I can ever fully get over her. I have feelings for you, and I think I love you but, I just… I just don't know." I stuttered out in response.
"I have feelings for you as well obviously. Whether it's love or not I can't say since I don't really know what that's like, but I won't be number two John. I won't be compared to your dream girl, so you need to think about who you truly want." She quickly planted a kiss on my cheek, after checking to make sure Eight was looking straight ahead. "Just remember who has been there for you since that battle at fucking Paradise." She added as she started walking a little faster leaving me to my thoughts.
At some point we decided to split again and agreed on a meeting point. We took off in different directions. Bernie and I went one way while Six and Eight went another. I was too lost in my emotions and thoughts to really look so I just followed Bernie around. I found myself still torn even though I knew it should have been obvious. I mean Sarah betrayed me and turned me into the police for Loriens sake, but she was still my first love and I always found myself second guessing that little piece of information. What if the cops threatened her and her family? What if her family forced her to do it? Was it my fault for leaving her there all by herself? I couldn't stop somehow finding excuses for why she would do it and it killed me.
I also couldn't stop thinking about what Six had said. She was the one who has been there for me and has been fighting by my side since Paradise. She has even saved my fucking life on a multitude of occasions. Why could I not get over Sarah and realize how great of a woman Six is. Sure, she can be a bit rough, but the more time I spend around her and the better I get to know the real Six the more I feel for her. The only excuse I can think of is Sam, but he has even told me that he just wants us to be happy and if being together does that then I should go for it. The truth is I don't want to face the true issue about why I can't give her a decisive answer. I'm too scared to address what is eating away at me and that is coming from a guy that has fought fucking aliens. Eventually these thoughts just melded together and started a cycle that continued to repeat for the remaining time of our search. No matter what I couldn't truly focus on any one thought, except one question was always separated from the jumbled mess. Should I stay in the comfortable safety and easiness that is Sarah or should I go to the "destined" and exciting journey that is Six? No matter what, I'll have to decide eventually.