Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four. This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)
A/N: Thank you again for reading and reviewing. This one is longer than the other two. This one is more of a book-verse than a movie-verse. Any questions, just PM me. I'll be happy to explain. Enjoy! As always, reviews are welcome!
Stargazing
A cry of pain rippled through the night as a young girl tightens the makeshift bandage over her left arm. She sat in the back of a dark blue truck which was park on the side of a deserted road. Her teeth grind together as she tried to bite back another cry. Through her blood soak tank top, a hastily pact wound was wrapped in layers upon layers of bandages. Finally satisfied with her wrapping, she dropped one end of the bandage from her mouth. She took deep breaths, resting her head against the cab of the truck. Inside, the snores of Sam and Bernie drifted out. At least they're resting; Six thought as she pushed herself up and closed her eyes.
The four of them had another run in with another Mogadorain scout team. Thankfully, this time was in an open space and they handled the group with ease. Aside from the huge gash on Six's abdomen and left arm and a bullet wound of John's shoulder, the team was safe. John came back after doing a perimeter sweep. No signs of Mogadorain soldiers or ships to bother them tonight. He was going to enter the cab of the truck and pass out with Sam and Bernie but the sight of the dark hair girl looking at the stars was too lonely.
"Hey, you ok?" John asked as he pulled himself onto the back of the truck, on Six's left side. She gave him a tired smile and nodded her head. Dirt was smeared on her face. Her hair that was usually tied in a ponytail, hung loose around her face. Her hazel eyes reflected on how tired she really was. John reached forward to wipe the dirt off her right cheek. "You look like hell."
"Thanks, just what a girl wants to hear after killing five Mogs." Six replied sarcastically as she return her gaze to the sky. It was clear, showing all the constellations. John smiled at her remark and looked up to the open sky too. They sat there in comfortable silence, trying to remember a home they are fighting for. "Is it worth it?" Six asked suddenly, resting her head on John's left shoulder. Her left arm wrapped around his right, hugging it to her body. John wasn't sure if she realized what she was doing but didn't move, enjoying the surprising contact. "Is all this fighting worth it?"
Instead of answer her question, John asked her another. "Do you know where Lorien is?"
"I'm injured, not stupid." Six retorted as she lifted her right arm and pointed to the spot where both Garde were staring at before. "Right there, floating lifelessly."
"Waiting for us to return to rebuild it." John continued as he squeezed her left wrist, reminding her of the reason why they were here on Earth. There is a reason for all the pain they're feeling right now. They do have a purpose and it's floating up there in the sky, regenerating itself. "Six, it's worth it."
"Do you still remember home?" Six asked, looking up at him after a few moments of silence. Home has different meaning for everyone. It could be a place or a person. For John Smith, he thought a few months ago, home was Paradise, Ohio with Sarah Hart and Henri. Maybe he still thinks that but now, at this very moment, he wasn't sure. He closed his eyes; remember the dreams he had of Lorien.
"I see events in my dreams." John answered, remember the invasion and how helpless he felt standing there, watching it. "But aside from that, not much."
"You have a reason," Six said, leaning in to savor the warmth emitting from his body. "You were too young. I remember things almost clearly." Her eyes fluttered close, trying to remember something to tell John, something happy, something worth remembering. "The clean air, the lush forests, the bustling cities. My grandparents..." John squeezed her hand again in a reassuring manner, silently telling her he was there. Six took a deep breath before speaking again. "My grandma made the best food. Everyone told me how lucky I was to be able to eat her cooking every day. My grandpa was the funniest man I knew. He would make me giggle and smile even if I was on the verge of crying."
"The Great Six can actually cry?" John teased, earning a light punch from Six. He chuckled as Six smiled at him. "They sound great." John replied, wishing he had memories like that from his grandparents. No, he's sure he has memories like that somewhere far in his mind. John rested his cheek on the top of Six's head, both now staring at the horizon waiting for the sun to rise, signaling a new day of running and tracking. But right now, it was just two aliens enjoying the silence under the stars with a snoring human and chimera as their soundtrack.