Um… I really don't know what to say. Here's my first I Am Number Four fanfic, and it's John/Sarah. Rated T for now, but it might change to M in later chapters. It's just a short story, and I don't know how long it will be for sure.

Also, it's more based off of the book more than the movie. You can still read it if you haven't read the book, but it would make more sense if you had.

Oh! And about the title… I got the idea that if John wrote letters to Sarah, he wouldn't put his name in case the Mongadorians found it or something… *shrugs* I dunno, tell me what you think. Reviews make me veeery happy!

Chapter One:

I'll write when I get the chance, and call when I know it's safe.

John's hands shake as he sits at the desk in the motel room. a pad of legal paper is in front of him and a pen is in his right hand. He thinks back through the last couple of weeks and when has happened to him. What should he tell Sarah?

"Tell her all of it," A voice suggests. John looks over his shoulder to see Six sitting on the only bed in the motel room. "Except for the obvious things like locations and whatnot…but you know that. But she'd want to know."

John looks at Six for a second before looking back at the pad of paper. He takes a deep breath then starts to write.

Dear You,

I miss you so much. I'm so sorry that I haven't bad the chance to call or write sooner. Things have been sort of crazy lately and we're being extra careful.

We've been to so many places since we left home. We've only been in one place for as long as a day before moving on again. I can't say where I am right now, but let's just say that I really miss being there with you.

Someone else has joined us. Five of us total, including Bernie Kosar. We're getting along well, for the most part, even though we're all so different. I guess when you have no other choice you just kind of automatically like the people you live with, right?

I've been busying myself by learning how to better track things. I'm also trying to learn computers. Sometimes that's hard emotionally, considering who it was that always took care of the electronic stuff. But I'm getting it.

Mostly, though, I've been thinking about you. I see your beautiful face whenever I close my eyes, but I wish I could see you with my eyes open, too.

I remember every second we spent together and every time you told me that you love me. I want to see you so that I can tell you in person just how much you mean to me. But until I'm able to do that, keep me in your thoughts. I promise you that you are always in mine.

I love you.

Sincerely, Me.

He closed his eyes and drops the pen on the table. He rests his head in his hand for a second before standing up.

"Finished?" Number Eight asks. He must've come into the room when John was writing.

John nods, folding up the letter and putting it in an envelope.

"We can mail it on our wait out of town," Sam suggests, sitting on the window sill. John nods again, knowing that they'll be leaving soon. Getting an idea, he takes the letter out of his pocket and sits back down at the desk. He quickly writes the day's date on the top of the letter and folds it up again.

"Can we leave now?" he asked suddenly. Everyone in the room looks surprised; John is usually the one that hates traveling. Even Bernie Kosar lifts his head. Sam stands up.

"Yeah, I say we go." He looks at John, as if he knows what the Lorian is feeling. John smiles and picks up the backpack that holds all of his possessions.

"Great. Where to next?"