Disclaimer: I don't own Lorien Legacies, obviously, 'cause if I did Eight would so not be dead…

Hope you like the story! R & R, please!

Btw, my favorite LL couple is Navrina, so there's probably going to be a lot in there, (and for the purposes of this fic, Eight and Marina aren't together yet, and this is before Fall of Five) but….

I know this story was previously going to only different ways Eight could have survived, but I figured that was going to be slightly boring, so instead, I'm also going to include other one-shots/two-shots.

Marina

Today was supposed to be a day like any other day. I woke early to cook breakfast for everyone, Eight joining me a little later to help. After breakfast, Nine brought us all - being John, Six, me, Eight, Sarah, and Nine himself - to the living room of our new hidden house in the middle of nowhere, where I supposed we would start training, but instead, we were met with this surprise…

"Okay, guys, we're going to play truth or dare," he says, smirking. I stare at him confused.

At the same time, Six and Eight say "What's truth or dare?" I've heard of it, some of the girls from the convent played it, so I have a basic idea.

After Nine explains it, plus the added rule that if you can't complete a truth/dare, you have to take off a piece of clothing. Oh no, I think. This is not going to end well.

Nine starts. "Johnny, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who do you like most out of all the people here, in a romantic way?"

John glares at Nine and takes off his shirt. "Eight, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to jump off a telephone pole, shapeshift into something small, and teleport on top of Marina's head right before you land."

Eight rolls his eyes, but heads outside and teleports onto a telephone pole. We all stare at him, me with worry, as he jumps and dives, disappearing millimeters before he would have hit the ground. I feel two pairs of soft paws on my head, and laugh. I lift him in puppy form off my head, and he licks my face. We all walk back inside, where Eight looks like he considers shapeshifting back, but then doesn't. Instead, he looks at John.

"He says he doesn't want to shift back," he says, laughing. "He says he's comfortable," he says as Eight curls up on my lap. I laugh and stroke his fur as I blush, and Sarah giggles.

"He says to ask Six truth or dare," Nine says. I forgot he also has animal telepathy.

"Dare," she says.

John's eyes widen. He must have heard the dare. "He dares Six to make out with John for thirty seconds," Nine says, pausing and staring at Eight. "In front of Sarah," he adds.

Six groans, and rolls her eyes, but I think I see a bit of a blush on her face. "I'll do it if you're good with it," she says.

John nods hesitantly, glancing at Sarah, who is currently glaring daggers at Eight. I felt a strange surge of protectiveness and hugged Eight close to my chest, and he purred. Purred? I looked down, and Eight had transformed into a somehow adorable mix of puppy and kitten. I laughed and looked back up at Six and John, who were now kissing. They stopped five seconds early, and Six grinned evilly. Oh, boy.

"Marina, truth or dare?" she said sweetly. If it came from anybody else, it would have sounded nice. From Six, it sounded like she was going to murder someone.

"Dare," I said. I didn't want to wimp out. Either way, I knew she was going to do something horrible.

"I dare you to sit…" she said, pausing for effect. "On Eight's lap for the rest. Of. The. Game."

Heat flushed my face, and Eight teleported out of my arms and onto the sofa, next to me - in human form. I considered. Which was worse? Taking off my shirt, where I only had my bra underneath, or sitting on Eight, who I happened to have a massive crush on?

Before I had a chance to decide, Eight pulled me on top of him, smiling, which in turn caused me to blush even more. I must admit, I like our position at this moment. Me on his lap, his chin on my shoulder, and his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Okay, Nine, truth or dare?" I ask.

"Dare," he replies.

I think of the best dare I could do without being mean. "I dare you to sit on the ceiling for the rest of the game, no coming down. At all." I say, smiling. Eight laughs behind me, and I feel his warm breath on my neck.

Eight

As I laugh, goosebumps appear on Marina's skin. I love that I have that effect on her. When Marina got the dare from Six, I could tell she wasn't going to do it, probably thinking that I would be uncomfortable, but she doesn't know that I like her. Like, like like her. A lot. So, instead, I simply pulled her onto me.

Nine rolled his eyes and walked up the wall and sat on the ceiling directly above us all. "Sarah, truth or dare?"

"Truth,"

"Did you turn John and Sam in to the Mogs?" Six interrupts.

"It's Nine truth," she says, avoiding the question. This statement makes John raise an eyebrow, then lower it just as quickly, but I saw it. Does he doubt Sarah? That is a BIG no in a relationship.

"Think about the best kiss you ever had. Who was it with?" Nine asks, glancing at John.

Instead of answering, Sarah pulls her shirt over her head, not looking at John. Surprisingly, Sarah is not as skinny as she looks. She wears clothes that make her look like it, and judging by John's expression, he didn't know either.

Marina is very light, so I hardly even notice her weight on my legs. And, it feels… I don't know to describe it. It feels natural to have Marina so close to me, her back against my chest.

Sarah, still avoiding John's gaze, says to me: "Truth or dare, Eight?"

"Dare," I reply nervously. She might take her revenge out on me.

"Seven minutes in heaven with… Six." she says. Marina tenses, her ever-present smile fading a bit. I raise my eyebrows at Sarah.

"Sorry, Six, but you'd kill me." I say. To Marina, I say "Could you stand up for a sec?" When she does, I remove my shirt. As I deny the dare, Marina seems to relax again. Could she like me, like I like her?

Marina

Eight frowns, seeming confused.

"Damn right I would," says Six, glaring at Sarah.

"Alright, Marina, truth or dare?" Eight asks, his confusion gone.

"Truth," I reply, suspicious.

"Who do you have the biggest crush on in this room?" he asks. Shoot. I can't tell him that it's him, that would be awkward.

"I, uh…" I answer stupidly. Instead of making more of a fool of myself, I just pull my shirt over my head, and don't look Eight in the eye. As I lean back, Eight seems a little more hesitant to put his arms around me, and I am hyper aware of Eight's toned chest pressed against my now bare back. I look towards Eight, and am surprised by what I see. He seems… disappointed. I wonder why?

"John, truth or dare?" I ask, looking away from Eight.

"Truth."

"Wed, bed, or dead me, Six, or Sarah?" I ask, actually wondering what the answers would be.

Sarah glares daggers at me, then John, almost as if saying: 'If you don't pick me, I'll make you regret it,'

"Wed Sarah," he begins, almost nervously. "Bed Six, and, sorry, Marina, dead you. I honestly might be more afraid of Eight than Six if I bedded you," he says, and I raise my eyebrows. More afraid of Eight than Six? What's that supposed to mean?

I am snapped out of my thoughts when John speaks again. "Nine, T or D?"

"Dare."

"Kiss Marina," comes the simple response. Eight's arms tense around me, and I widen my eyes.

"No offense, Nine, bu-" I begin to say as John interrupts me.

"I wasn't done," John says. "If Marina refuses…" I can't hear anything else as John whispers into Nine's ear.

"Okay," says Nine, smirking.

I have a feeling that whatever would happen if I refused is much worse, so I let Nine kiss me. And, no offense to Nine, but I have to say, both of my kisses with Eight were better.

When we part, I ask John what the other dare would have been.

"Seven minutes in heaven with Nine, no refusing," he replies.

Eight

As I watched Nine kiss Marina, even I couldn't believe the surge of anger and jealousy I felt. And, from my point of view, she seemed to enjoy it. Scratch Marina liking me.

As they part, Ella walks in. She had gone on a walk, which was relatively safe here. Besides, she could alert us with her telepathy. Also, unfortunately for us, her telepathy allowed her to read minds and sense emotions. Speaking of sensing emotions…

As Ella walked into the living room, she clasped her hands to her head. "Oh, Eight, dial it down, please. Way too much right there."

"Sorry, Ella," I muttered. Of course, I knew what she was talking about, but everybody else looked between Ella and me in confusion. Except for Sarah. Damn, sometimes I wish that girl wasn't here. Not to be a horrible and rude person, but she was human, after all. She couldn't come to Lorien, and she couldn't help us win the war. She was just another liability.

Marina

"Eight's jealous!" Sarah sang, smirking at him. What? Jealous of who? My confusion must have shown on my face, because Sarah continued. "He's sooo jealous of you and Nine!" she said in an increasingly annoying voice. I don't know how John can stand her, much less love her, if she's constantly acting this way. But then again, I barely know her.

"Right, okay, Eight, truth or dare?" Nine asks, breaking the awkward silence.