AN: This story is primarily based of the movie, but a few things come from the book aswell. I'm trying to remain as canon to both as possible, but this acts an apology for any mistakes I make.

I don't own anything to do with I Am Number Four. 'Tear'

CHAPTER TWO

Sam and Six are on the couch/ my bed, watching TV when I get back, reruns of the sitcom Friends. Sam had popped some popcorn, the aroma filling our small space in it's entirety.

"Which one is this?" I ask.

"The one where there's a black out and Chandler get's stuck in the bank with that model," Sam replies. It's the opening credits on now.

If there's one thing I learnt about Sam over our time together, it was that he was a walking Internet Movie Database. Sometimes, his knowledge of television and movies was so vast I have to wonder whether he's a Lorien himself. Either that, or the son of a Lorien and human.

I'd imagine his brain looks like a lightning storm, shooting sparks of info from one part to another, processing and churning through data. Loriens may have gifts, but the human brain was still an amazing machine. The greatest computer ever.

"Did you speak with Sarah?" I noticed Six had picked up the English accent. She was an expert at blending in, accents and clothing and mannerisms, something I still had to grasp.

"I texted her," I reply, sitting down on the couch.

"How is she?" This time it was Sam who asked. He and Sarah had become friends before they had left.

I look down at my hands, picking at some loose skin. "She's… lonely. She wants me to come and get her."

Six looks away from the TV. "And are you… going to get her?"

I avoid eye contact. "I told her it's too dangerous."

"Good. I only have two hands."

She was, of course, referring to her abilty to turn invisible, and make things she touched invisible. It had proved invaluable, especially during the fight at the school back in Paradise. And it was useful when they needed to sneak onto planes or buses too.

I clear my throat. "I am going to see her though. Soon."

There's silence for a while. If Henri were here, he'd tell me I'm crazy, there was no way I was going back there, you can forget it. I almost hear his rough voice echoing in my head. But Henri was dead, and Six's Cepan was dead. There was nobody around to tell us where we should go and what we should do. If we made a mistake, it was our mistake.

The episode ends, and Sam get's up and moves to his spot in front of the computer screen. He runs a hand through his unruly brown hair. It was getting long. I reach up, realise with a start mine's in serious need of a cut aswell.

"You're just gonna waltz over to the airport, catch a plane and go back to the same place all of us almost died ten months ago?" Six was angry. I didn't blame her.

"I won't go back to Ohio. I'll get her to meet me someplace else, discreet."

Six looked like she wanted to say something, but she kept her mouth shut. I folded my arms, firm in my resolve. I last about two minutes before caving with an exaggerated sigh. "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing."

"Come on. Tell me. You've been doing this for way longer then I have. Tell me your advice."

Six turned to face me completely, swiveling on the couch. "Here's what I think. You'll go to Nashville, or Colorado, or wherever to meet up with Sarah, spend a day or two with her, probably do the dirty."

I roll my eyes.

"And you'll come back with her. I saw the look on both of your faces when we left that graveyard. She was tore up and you even more so. I highly doubt you'll be able to leave her twice John." She flicked a strand of long blonde hair over her shoulder. "And I'm hardly ever wrong."

I sit in silence, pondering over her words. Her very true words.

"And something more, my Cepan once told me that the bond Lorien's form with their partners is unbreakable, the truest form of love. I don't know how on earth… or Lorien for that matter, you'll be able to leave her again."

"So you don't think I should go at all?"

"It's only been 10 months, John. This thing we're doing, finding the others, it could take years. Probably will at the rate we're moving at."

I looked down, feeling more empty with each word spoken.

Six watched him, could feel his pain herself. "I haven't ever gotten close to a human, or anyone before, I can't tell you what to do. If you have to see her, go. I'm not going to stop you. But if you want to go through breaking her heart and shattering yours again, that's all on you." She got up, walking over to Sam. "I'm going to bed. Let me know if anything turns up." She pats him on the shoulder, heading away.

I notice Sam's cheeks go red at the touch, but don't pull him up on it. If he is into Six, good on him. One of us should be happy around this place.

Six is right. She usually is, I should be getting used to it by now. Sarah Hart was the best thing that could have happened to me, but there wasn't any room in my life for her at the moment. I didn't know when there ever would be time for her.

I see her in my mind, as clear as the pictures she takes. Her smile that made my breathing stop in its tracks, her sparkling green eyes that made everything bad in my life disappear. It was just my luck I find the perfect girl right before my life turns to absolute shit.

A part of me, a very small part wishes I never met her. This mission I was on would be a lot less difficult. And she would be a lot more happier. It's killing me being apart, and knowing that she's hurting. Why couldn't I have just listened to Henri? Attachments make the whole situation complex, love makes it impossible.

If I had just remained inconspicuous, then Sarah would have been polite, smiled, laughed, and moved on to live a happy, full life with another man.

Even the completely irrational thought of her with someone else is enough to throw fuel on the already raging fire of anger and regret. I can't actually believe I'm jealous of her with a completely fabricated person. It just showed me how deep I was invested in her. It wasn't good for either of us.

I fall onto the couch, my bed, shut my eyes, and try to sleep.

My dreams are plagued by memories. Mermories of the destruction of my homeworld, the death of my father playing out again and again like the unholiest movie ever. Then memories more recent. Facing that horrible Mogadorian soldier in the forest, the burn of his dagger in my flesh. Bernie caught in the fangs of that giant beast, the life squeezing from him with every second that goes by. And Henri in my arms, blood pouring from his chest as he whispered parting words.

I'm crying in my sleep.

AN: Let me know what you think, and any suggestions on what should happen. I kind of have an idea of where I'm going (I think) but feel free to drop me a line.