Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four. This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)
A/N: Many thanks for those reading and reviewing. Or I could be talking to air right now. This one is a little shorter than the other and shows a more playful side of Six. Please review! Or don't…
Training
"You have to do better than that." Six teased as she danced around the field, jumping on the balls of her feet. John grimaced as he stood back up and wiped the sweat off his brow. Sam and Bernie sat on the porch of their cabin, watching the two Loric teens spar. Six wore a loose t-shirt with a pair of jogging shorts that hugged her olive skin. She smirk a little as John shifted into a fighting position. "Come on, pretty boy. I'm waiting."
John didn't hesitate as he shot forward with a high kick. Six crouched low, dodging it and retaliating with a left jab. Anticipating her move, John grabbed her arm, twisting it. She smirked before disappearing, turning herself invisible and slipping through his fingers. John swore under his breath as he stood back up, turning around to locate her. Moments like this he wished he had more useful Legacies. Sure, lights shooting out of your hands and speaking to animals is great and all but... Six reappeared behind John and dug her heel into the back of his back. John fell, face first into the ground and groaned. Fighting against Six, you need more than glowing hands and a disarming smile.
"I'm starting to question your usefulness." Six said as she crouched beside him, poking his side with her finger. John gave her a sideway glare as she smirked at him. She slowly stood up and that's when John attacked. Sweeping his legs, he knocked her off and attempted to pin her down. Six quickly countered and the two rolled around in the grass, trying to pin on another. Somehow, once again, Six was able to get the upper hand. She held both of John's arms over his head and used her body weight to hold him down. John struggled; his hands flickering with light but never the less, successfully pinned. "Uncle?" She asked, clearly amused by John's sad attempt.
He smiled up at her, gasping for much needed breath. His bare chest was glistening with sweat from the heat and the fighting. Six's shirt was riding up, showing off her tan skin just so. They sat in that position for a few seconds, adjusting when John tried to break her iron grip. John stared up at his fellow Loric, admiring how her brunette locks clenched to her sweaty face. Her hazel eyes lost their emotionless gaze and were smiling down at him. A smirk – or maybe a smile – graced her pretty face, making it softer than usual. So this is what she looks like happy, John thought as he forced his tense muscle to relax.
"Uncle." He surrendered. Six slide off, falling to lie beside him. "Next time, instead of beating the crap out of me, why don't you just set me on fire?" Six threw her head back, arching against the grass, letting out a heartfelt laugh. John watched awe by the sight of the smiling Garde but also the sweet sound of her laughter. It warmed his heart and soul seeing her happy for some reason. Six, who was still smiling, shook her head and murmured no deal softly.
A/N 2: If you didn't understand John's last line, it's a reference from the book rather than the movie.