A/N Sorry! I am totally still writing. I know it seems like I'm not 'cause I haven't posted in a Loric year, but I have things to do. I know its hard to believe because I have no life, but: Honest, I have been busy. So here is chapter 2. Lemme know whatcha think:D plz. I didn't get many reviews last chapter:thanks ******. They help.

Yeah, he would go back. He would kill all the Mogs then he would go back and see the only reason he lives anymore. It would be all over soon and then he could go and hold her and be close to her and never leave her again...

Sam was thinking the same thing. Not about Sarah of course. But about being home. His father being there. He even kinda missed the kids at school: the girl in Chem. II who had pretty freckles, the boy in his gym class that sometimes tried to hit someone else with the dogeball first, the jock that sat across the cafeteria and threw meatballs at him... Wait, maybe I don't miss them so much... He opened the door to his and John's room and stomped on two of the three cockroaches that were in his way. Bernie Kosar chased the last one.

"Can't we get a real house one of these times?" Sam whined.

"We have to get to the others. We don't have time to stop and settle down." John was trying to be level-headed, but it was hard when the fourth roach crawled out from under one of the pillows. "That bed's yours." John pointed and went to inspect the other bed. After deciding there was no nest of creatures in it he laid down and was immediately asleep. Bernie curled up at his feet.

Sam had a harder time. He kept having the feeling that things were crawling on him. He decided to skip the sleep this time and take a walk. He made three laps around the motel in his pajama bottoms before he got too cold to keep going. When he passed by Six's room he heard the TV on. He checked his watch: 4am. He shruged and knocked on her door. The room went still. Wandering if she got quiet because she thought there was danger or because she knew it was him and just didn't want to talk to him he tried his luck. "It's me," he said through the door, hoping she was going to open it.

She blinked three times when the door opened to a grinning nerd. "What do you want?" She asked it in a way that wasn't nessecarily a question; more of an attempt to make him leave.

"Bored. Couldn't sleep. You too, I'm assuming." He answered her non-question. Then he walked past her into her room. There were no bugs in hers. It looked kind of clean actually. Sam frowned as he looked around.

"I clean when I'm bored." Six shrugged. Now Sam blinked three times.

There were was a pause that could be considered awkward if it weren't for the action flick that was on the television, but Sam refused to have awkward pauses. They weren't awkward; they were normal. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Six didn't seem to even aknowledge he was in the room. She went right back to cleaning. Sam watched the movie for a minute. It was super cool, but he had already seen it a hundred times. Figures she would watch Jackie Chan movies. Makes sense. He moved his eyes to the mirror beside the TV. He could see her in the reflection scrubing the shower head with a brush.

"So, I still don't know your story." Sam said to the reflection.

"Yeah. So?"

"Well, I've seen this movie a bunch already and you've cleaned this room more than enough. This is something else to do." Logic always wins, Sam thought as Six sighed and put the brush down.

"What do you want to know?" She asked in her adorable Aussie accent: Sam smiled.

"What happened to you're gaurde person?"

"My Cepan. She was killed."

"I know that. How?"

"Mogs got her." Obviously Sam wasn't going to get much out of her about her backstory.

"Fine. What's something you've always wanted to do?" He tried changing the subject.

"Huh?"

"Something you haven't done yet, but want to."

Six stared blankly at the geek sitting on the bed in her motel room.

"Oh, come on. I know you have at least one. Mine's always been to meet Stan Lee. Or Jet Li. Or Mark Hamill. Or Simon Baker: that guy is just so cool..." He stopped when he saw the look on Six's face. His own reddened, he forced it to go back to the ashy white color it normally was.

"Something I haven't done yet but want to?" Six thought for a second. "I wanna get rid of all the Mogs, get back to Lorian, fix the planet, and live in peace for the rest of my life." Six turned around and picked up the brush and began scrubbing the shower head again.

Sam sighed. "Yeah, not what I meant."

He was about to leave, just as soon as Lee and Carter got off the Eiffel Tower by makeshift parachute. But he heard Six's voice first. It was quiet; like she was afraid to say it, but she did. "I was fourteen when the Mogs came. But before that, my grandmother was a seer. Psychic. When I was twelve she told me that I was going to be a famous creator. I believed her. "

"Creator?"

"I guess they are like sculptors. Except on Lorian the material would come from the air. The creator manipulates the air and the material and then they made a project. If someone was a good enough creator they could make anything they wanted out of nothing in no time. I wasn't on Lorian long enough to get that good. I would have dreams about it though. So many times I had created designs in my sleep. They never really worked out when I tried them the next day though."

"Yeah. That's how it works I guess." Sam smiled. "I see cool mosters in my sleep, but I can't draw them when I wake up." His face reddened. Did I really just tell the hottest chick alive I have dreams about monsters? Stupid.

"But I worked hard at it for the two years I was on Lorian. I was the best creator compared to my friends and family. Once I made a spinning fountain that fertilized the gardens and cleaned the drinking water at the same time. It was beautiful..." Six realized she was daydreaming. She clenched her jaw and went back to scrubbing.

She was quiet. Sam didn't know what else to say. He didn't know anything about 'creators.' You can't exactly have a conversation about things you don't know. That makes you an idiot. Sam didn't want to be an idiot in front of Six. So he went back to watching Rush Hour 3. Well, the credits any way. He checked the clock by the bed it was 4:45. He was a little surprised she hadn't kicked him out by now. This is the most time they had spent together without John or a Mog. He sighed. "I'm gonna go get some sleep. You should too." He said as he got up from the hideous bedspread on the mattress. "See you tomorrow." He said as he slipped out the door. She didn't say anything back. He didn't expect her to.

A/N p.s remember when I said I was writing this on a wordpad? Yeah, well it doesn't have spell check or grammar check or anything usefull and I am still unsure how long these chapters are 'cause theres also no word count. But, I am kinda a grammar freak (except in author's notes) so most of the grammar is right, but I suck at spelling so I appologize for the mistakes: I guarentee there are a few. Just like 'guarentee' I'm pretty sure thats not spelled right...

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