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Eight

After a long and tedious plane journey, we finally touch down at Heathrow, in London. I don't know why we picked England, maybe because it's far away, or maybe just because none of us had been before. The flight contained a lot of, Nine talking, Marina sleeping and John and Sarah kissing. Thankfully, they were in the row behind us.

Six hardly said anything the entire way, her face stony. I will not ask her what happened in the base, I think it's something that she has to keep to herself, and tell us when she's ready. The only person she has opened up to is Marina, they hugged when they first met back up, then talked almost all the way to the airport in New Mexico. Marina is the only one that knows how Six feels, as she experienced first-hand what had happened to Ella.

Though it might sound cowardly, I'm happy I never saw Ella, or spoke to her. From what the others have said, it sounds like she has turned and become horrible, fighting against us like a Mog. She was like our little sister, all of us, and we loved her so much. Even Nine.

She loved us too, and like her and Marina used to say, we were all a team.

But when I saw what she had done to Marina, I didn't care what she used to be like, just what she was then. And Marina, bruised and bloody, will always be there in my head, just like her scars. I can never forgive Ella.

"Hey! Quit daydreaming!" It's Nine, armed with his chest and a wad of cash that he got from selling some of the jewels in Marina's chest. She had loads as her Cepan never changed them, instead kept the chest away from her. Marina didn't open it until just before Six found her.

We are outside a fancy hotel. The Ritz! It says on the front, in large letters. I'm guessing that it's the best, most expensive one in London. Nine convinced us to take the tactic of staying in the centre of a large city. We are used to it at least.

"Are you okay now?" I ask Marina, still worried about her collapse in the base. She smiles and takes my hand. "I'm fine! Stop fretting"
Am I being too protective? Whatever, it's impossible to stop.

I hug her, needing to know that she is still there, that it's not just a big dream, but she is as real as everything else around me. She hugs me back, slightly surprised but happy anyway.

"Guys, seriously! I thought it was only Johnny and Sarah!"

Why does Nine always have to ruin perfect moments? Maybe we will never know, but it is about time we checked in.

The hotel lobby is plush, with red leather chairs and spotless desks. The receptionist raises her eyebrows at the sight of us, it's obvious that we don't fit in, at all. I am seriously doubting ever coming here, but Nine, brash and bold as ever, walks right up to the desk and starts to talk. I hear snippets of their conversation, and can tell that the woman is not happy at all.

"Do you think she will let us stay?" Marina whispers, not looking like she want to do any more walking today.

"Not sure, we do have a lot of money" I say back.

Marina nods, staring wistfully at the notes in Nine's hand, then opens her mouth to say something else. But Nine has convinced the receptionist and swaggers back to us, holding a key.

"Well, lets go to our suite shall we?" He grins, winking at Six. She scoffs, walking towards the lift, but there is a smile on her lips. I remember Nine kissing her, and her being shocked. I'm guessing by her coldness that nothing else happened when we were separated.

What a shame, we could do with some gossip.

The hotel suite is a bit like Nine's penthouse, except that it is only one floor. There are 6 rooms, a large bathroom and a kitchen/living room. Sarah and John go straight to the first room, putting their stuff down. Of course they are sharing. Malcolm will get a room to himself as he is the oldest. That means more of us will have to share. It's kind of awkward, the situation, but I guess I'll have to room with Nine, and Sam can go with Adam.

Fun!

I go to my rucksack, unzipping it so see what managed to survive. But as everything was packed in a rush, all of our clothes are mixed up. I realise that I only have one pair of jeans, damn. I bet somebody has my others, it may take me a while to find.

I teleport into mine and Nine's room, he jumps.

"Have you got my jeans?" I ask

"Jeez mate! You scared the hell out of me! And no!" So I teleport into Sarah and John's room, hoping that they are just unpacking. Luckily, they are.

"Hey John, have you got my jeans?"

"Ummm" John sorts through his backpack, throwing clothes everywhere. "Nope" he says, as Sarah picks the shirts off the floor, shaking her head at his messiness. This is a lot harder than I was expecting.

Neither Sam, Adam or Six have jeans and there is no way I am asking Malcolm.

Instead of teleporting straight into Marina's room, I poke my head around the door.
She lies on the bed, sprawled on top of the covers, her brown hair covering her face and falling into her eyes. She still has her shoes on.

I teleport next to her and lay the blanket gently over her, trying not to wake her up. She doesn't stir, I bet she is still exhausted, lost in the dark world of dreams. I walk to her bag and take my jeans out of it. Then I leave the room, I should probably get some sleep too.

Nine

Six, as usual is seriously pissed off at me. And as usual, it's my fault. It's always my fault.

We have checked into the hotel - it's pretty nice – and loads of people have their own rooms. Not me though! No, I have to share with Eight. Better than Johnny though, hopefully he wont be so lovey dovey! Unfortunately for me, I wouldn't bet on it. Ever since Marina got rescued he has stuck to her like glue, hardly letting her go anywhere by herself. Maybe if I'm lucky, he will spend more time in her room and I will get this one to myself. It may be the biggest, but still.

My stomach rumbles and I realise I am starving. What kind of teenager goes hours without eating? Not me! So I go to the kitchen, hoping there is something in the fridge and I don't have to wait for room service.

Six is there already, getting a cup of water from the sink. It's awkward, and I am thinking about leaving when she calls to me from the tap.

"It's fine Nine, you don't have to go"

"Well that's a relief! I'm hungry!" I say, breaking the extremely thick ice. Then I open the fridge, which is full of fancy foods. I pick through the quince pastes and smelly cheeses, searching for something to stuff my face with. No luck.

"Oh, fuck this, I need junk food!" I say, throwing an apple down. Six doesn't look up from her drink and I'm disappointed. I was expecting at least a bit of a reaction. Nobody is impressed by me anymore, especially not Six. That really pisses me off. So I go back to my room in a sulk and open the mini-bar, pulling out a can of something and a chocolate bar. That's the least unhealthy thing in this place. I slam the little door closed, in a big huff. Eight jumps and sits up, I didn't even notice him there.

"What?" He asks, I glare at him.

"Nothing!"

"Fine then moody pants" He says, raising his eyebrows and lying back down. I want to be alone right now, but I bet it will be hard to shift him, as he seems pretty comfortable.

"Hey, if you don't like it then maybe you should go to Marina's room or something!"

"Shut up dude!" He moans, turning away from me and closing his eyes. If I want to be by myself, then I'll have to go somewhere else.

But there is nowhere else to go, and it's getting dark out, so I just go back to the living room, sitting on the sofa and turning on the TV.
"Didn't find your junk food then" Says Six, coming to join me on the couch. I wave the chocolate in her face.

"And what is this?"
"Chocolate" She says.

"And how is that not junk food?" I ask

"Well," She drawls, leaning over and snatching it from me "For one thing, it's tasty" She peels open the wrapper, taking a bite.

"NO!" I cry, lunging forward and trying to wrestle the bar from her hand. "MY CHOCOLATE!" I grab her hand, prising her fingers open. She uses her other arm to punch me in the head, then leaps up and sprints from the room. Oh, so she wants a proper fight does she? That shouldn't be a problem. I run after her, using my superspeed to catch her up quickly. But I can't see her, she must have turned invisible. Then my legs go out from underneath me.

Found her!
I leap back up and swing my fists wildly, hoping to get a hit in somewhere. And after a few seconds, my hand hits something and I grab it, twisting the limb sideways. Six cries out and falls to the floor, turning visible again. I use her temporary shock to my advantage, and press her arms down, pinning her in place.

"I win!" I whisper gleefully, picking my chocolate up from the floor of the bedroom. It must be Six's as there is nobody in here. We would have heard them by now. I eat the chocolate slowly, mocking Six. She gets back up and comes over, flicking me on the back of my head.

"Ass" She mutters, pissed by the fact that I beat her. But I'm in a really annoying mood today.

"What was that?" I ask, putting my face close to hers.

"Ass. A S S" she whispers, seemingly not fazed. I think about knocking her own legs from underneath her, but my instincts take over and I end up, without even thinking about it, leaning forward and kissing her.

To my surprise, she doesn't resist, but doesn't kiss me back either. She just waits till I finish, then leans back, staring me right in the eye. I can't believe I did that! I have been wanting to for ages.

"Nine" She says, "Do you actually like me, or did you just want a kiss?" It hurts a little, but I suppose it's better than "you dick" Or "never speak to me again". I decide to tell her the truth.

"Yes Six, I do like you. And yes, I do want you to go out with me"

She looks shocked.

Adam

It's weird being a traitor to your own race. You don't fit in anywhere, don't feel like you belong. And you never, ever, trust anyone fully. Or expect them to trust you.

I know that most of the Garde do not trust me. Nine, Six and Eight are more then wary and John and Marina like to keep their distance. But I don't mind, it makes sense, as my race basically killed theirs. I am lucky to have Sam and Malcolm. They, at least trust me as I helped them escape.

It's nice to have a few friends, even if they are a different species. It's probably weirder for them.

I'm watching training at the moment, sitting on the floor. It's not proper training, fighting, just working out in the gym. Everyone is here, except Malcolm of course, he is way too old to be doing any kind of physical excursion. I was training, but I got tired after ages on the treadmill so decided to drink some water and have a rest. Obviously nobody else is slacking off. Nine is lifting weights, piling on more and more by the second. Marina is using a cross-trainer, slowly though as she is still weak from her capture.

The rest, including Sam and Sarah, are using various other machines that I have never seen and do not know the names of. Our Mog training devices were very different, and I have never liked exercise, as my skinny arms and legs show. So all of this is new to me, and I can't say I'm enjoying it. But everything will be so much harder if I am not fit.

Sarah flops down next to me, grabbing the water and taking a giant gulp. Wow. I can't believe she is drinking from the same bottle as me.

"I am so tired" She gasps, glugging down more water. I am feeling extremely awkward, so don't answer and try not to stare to much at her perfect blonde hair. "Haven't you got Lucozade?" She asks, throwing the empty bottle into the bin.

I have no idea what Lucozade is.

She laughs, realising the reason for my silence, then gets up and goes to the vending machine. A minute later she comes back with a large bottle full of orange liquid.

"What is that?" I ask, shocked and horrified by the colour. She passes the bottle to me, smiling widely.

"The greatest drink in the world!"

I gingerly take a sip, Sarah watching eagerly for a reaction. It's tangy and refreshing, one of the best things I have ever tasted. I grin, squeezing more into my mouth. Sarah giggles.

"I guess you like it then!"
"Uh, hu" I cough, choking on the fizzy drink. My coughs become louder, and bigger, from deep in my throat. Everyone is giving us strange looks, especially Nine. Sarah laughs more, smacking me on the back. It works and I stop coughing, but seeing everybodies faces cracks me up. Me and Sarah laugh loudly, not bothering to try and stop. John comes over, smiling fondly at Sarah.
"So you introduced Adam to Lucozade" He grins, taking in the almost empty bottle on the floor where it was dropped. I pick it up, taking another gulp.

"Yep, and it's the best thing ever!" I say. John smiles and for the first time in weeks, I feel truly at ease here, with the Garde. Sarah winks at me, a smug smile on her face.

And like that, we become friends.

Lots of food related stuff in this chapter, don't know why...

I thought that Sarah and Adam would become friends, because she is so nice and stuff. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter and the new POV! I think I am going to try Sarah's in the next chapter but it wont become a regular thing as I find it hard... And I know some people really dislike her.

Enough of the rambling! Please R&R :)