Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four. This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)
A/N: A bit of a spoiler of The Lost Files: Six's Legacy. I would totally recommend it to anyone who loves Six. Totally proves how badass Six is. Thanks for the reviews. I hope you enjoy this one. Oh, Logan (Five) and Christ are my characters. May or may not be connected to my flirting arc.
Shadows
"Where's Six?" John asked as he entered the living room with his hair dripping from his shower. Sam was slump in the love seat, napping with his laptop teetering dangerously on his lap. His brown hair was sticking up in a chaotic style. Christ sat in front of his monitors, carelessly smoking a cigarette. His black hair was cut in to a military style hair cut. He looked at John with bored green eyes and shrugged his shoulders before glancing back to his monitors. On the floor sat Logan, polishing his Loric sword. There was no sign of the only female in the group.
Six wasn't exactly happy when she learned Logan didn't possess any noteworthy Legacies. The oldest Garde just smiled down at the seething girl and tapped her forehead. "Sorry sweetheart, but you can't beat the Legacies out of me." But she was willing to try. Every since that day, the three of them have been training, trying to hone the boys' telekinesis and Six's elements control.
"Training, most likely." Logan answered as he held the sword into the light, admiring the unearthly blue shine the edge has. John frowned at his nonchalant answer as he finished toweling off his blond hair. Logan noticed the concern vibe radiating off John. "Look, I know you're worried about her but Six is a big girl. She can take care of herself. Hell, she's been taking care of herself years before finding you. So, stop thinking about her." John's frown curled into a scowl, instantly hating Logan for his Legacy. The power to sense someone's emotions; it felt like there were no secrets between any of them now. Logan stared back, challenging John. "Stop glaring at me, Bernie is with her if you're truly worried."
Logan is the oldest out of the three Loric Garde at age nineteen. He has a square jaw with a bit of a stub on it. His dark brown hair fell into a rugged style that girls in his town used to swoon over. He wore a wife beater, revealing his broad shoulders and solid arms. He smirked a bit, noticing John studying him. "Johnny, you know I don't swing that way." John rolled his eyes at the blunt comment and opened the door, unable to spend another minute with the older boy. Logan chuckled as he felt waves of anger rolling off the youngest Garde. Mixed in with the anger was uncertainty and concern, emotions John only relates to the female of their ragtag group.
"Stop teasing him, Logan." Christ chastised from his seat. "He's going to snap one day and you're going to be the proud owner of a broken arm or leg."
Logan threw his head back, laughing at the idea. "Six will most likely snap before John. Hell, she'll take great pleasure in snapping my limps." They both turned to the window, glancing at the moonlit field the cabin was built on. A distinctly female figure was shadow boxing a good distance away. She moved fluidly, changing stances, punching rapidly, and kicking with purpose at her unseen adversaries. A beagle sat a safe distance away, wagging his long tail. "Do you want to bet when she'll break my arm?"
"Can you be serious, Logan?"
"Where's the fun in that?" He asked, picking up Six's Loric pistol to clean it. "You know, this is a sign that you failed at being my Cepan." He senses the fury in Christ's thoughts before a computer mouse came flying towards him. Without turning around, he stopped it with his telekinesis. It hovered harmlessly in the air much to Christ's displeasure. "Don't worry though, I still love you." Christ could careless as he muttered profanity under his breath, making Logan's grin grow even bigger.
"Christ?" Logan asked after a few moments of silence enveloped them. Christ grunted, still miffed by Logan earlier. "Thank you, for being here for me." He could sense confusion from Christ as the chair squeaked when the older man stood up. "Six had to grow up really fast after Karatine passed. John, it still hurts him when he thinks about Henri. My Legacy allows me to feel their pain, a horrible pain mixed with guilt and sadness in their heart." Logan clenched his chest, remember the feeling almost too well. "I just… I don't ever want to feel that."
Christ smiled at the young man before ruffling his hair. "Kid, are you basically telling me not to die. Geez thanks, I'll ask you permission when I want to be at my death bed." The two chuckled, lighting the somber mood.
Left, right, side. Six thought as she dodged a punch and moved closer. Her fists were held close to her body as she imagined Mogadorains attacking her. Elbow. Her elbow came out as she pictured it driving into a man's throat, pushing him back. Her hazel eyes were closed as she spun around, leg extended to drive into his gut. She jumped back, panting as she set her feet on the ground.
Six's dark hair was falling out of her ponytail as she took deep breaths. Dressed in loose sweatpants and a tank top, she seemed almost harmless. Her eyes were still closed as she lowered her fists. She frowned as the Mogadorain in her mind stood there, seemingly taken no damage from her attacks. An evil sneer grew on his face as he stepped away, revealing Katarine chained up to a chair, blood flowing from her lip. Six froze, unable to move as he slowly pulled out a knife, the same knife that still haunts her dreams. He smirked at Six as he took Katarine's chin, focing her to look into Six's eyes. "I love you," she mouthed at the girl before the sword was plunged into her chest. Six couldn't hold back the scream that erupted from her mouth.
"SIX!" John shouted as he watched the girl who was moving so fluidly fall to the ground for no reason. He bolted forward; worry coursing through his veins as he tried to reach her. Bernie was furiously nudging her arm with his wet beagle nose, trying to coaxes her out of the nightmare that plagued her. The cabin door burst open as Logan and Christ dashed out with Sam trailing behind them. "Six…" John repeated as he pulled the girl into his arms, shaking her gently. She was panting and sweating from the exercise earlier. She was also shaking; strong stable Six was shaking uncontrollable in his arms. What happen? He thought as he held her closer.
"What happen?" Christ demanded as he crouched down and touched the girl's arm. John held her close though, not allowing the Cepan to look at the girl. Christ could understand the protectiveness of the boy but this isn't the time. "John, let me see her." He ordered, looking deeply into John's blue eyes. Logan stood on the side behind Christ, clenching his temple in pain. All the emotions were buzzing. Christ's concern for Six. Sam's confusion of what happen to the girl. Bernie was in distress, not understand anything. Six was blank like usual but Logan could feel a trace of fear, spine tingling fear emit from the usually solid girl. But the one that stood out the most was John. John, who is already a whirlwind of emotion, was pulsing with concern, sadness, but mostly fear, all towards the girl in his arms.
"I'm ok." Six murmured as she opened her eyes, gently placing her hand on John's chest, telling him to let her up. But he didn't move, keeping his arms firmly around her like he's trying to shield her from something. She looked up and cupped John's chin, forcing him to look at her and accept she was ok. "I'm fine, John." She repeated, looking into his blue eyes conveying the message. Those words were to reassuring John and only John. He nodded his head and slowly helped her up. She was wobbly at first but was able to give the guys a weak smile. "Sorry to make you worry." She said as Christ checked her eyes and body for any visual injuries. "Must be all the training." John and Logan both knew she was lying. Christ gave her a stern stare before turning to the cabin. Sam nodded his head and followed; hints of worry still in his brown eyes.
"Ok, fess up, Six." Logan ordered as he turned to face her with a serious expression. "Even though it's true you're driving yourself to the ground with all the training," Six growled, not needing a lecture right now. "You're lying. You're lying through your straight teeth. You need to practice your poker face, sweetheart." She glared at him with harsh hazel eyes and Logan can feel the anger and frustration pouring off of her. His eyes soften as he remembered the fear and sadness that consumed her moments before her fall. It has something to do with Katarine or Katarine's death. But Six isn't a sharing type. She keeps things bottle up and deal with them later by herself. Logan looked at John.
John is a mixture of anger and worry. He kept his distance but eyes continuously flicking towards Six, making sure she's ok. Logan stepped close, pulling Six into an unexpected hug. "Fine, don't tell me." He murmured into her ear. "But tell John, he's been crazy worry about you lately." With that final bit of advice, the young man walked away leaving the two alone. She turned to look at the blond Loric. He was twirling his pendant in his fingers, refusing to look into her eyes. Bernie made a soft whimpering noise, nudging Six's leg. She sat down beside the dog, rubbing his head reassuring him she was ok.
"I'm sorry." Six whispered to the standing boy behind her. She continued stroking Bernie, wishing she was brave enough to reach out and physically reassure John she was ok. John moved first though, crouching down behind her and pulling her back against his chest. His face buried itself into the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweaty scent. John thought he felt fear when he realized Sarah was still in the burning house. But now, he knows what true fear is. The sudden clench of your heart as you watched someone you care about fall. The sudden lost of air in your lungs and you're gasping trying to replenish it. A drop of a stone on your gut and being unable to push it off. He held Six closer, needing the physical reassurance she is here with him.
"What happen?" He asked, looking at her as she sat in his lap. She stared up, her head rested on his chest as they rested there. "What caused you to fall?" Six hesitated, feeling the urge to clamp down and deny anything was wrong but this is John and he won't stop until he knows.
"I was training." Six recalled, playing with her fingers nervously. John took them and squeezed them to reassure her everything is ok. "I was visualizing a Mogadorain and I tried to kill him but he wouldn't fall. So I stopped and then he smiled." At this point, her hand started shaking violently. He wrapped his arms tighter around her. His warmth calmed her down and she continued, voice cracking. "He stepped away and I saw Katarine." Closing her eyes, she felt tears welding under the lid but the words continued coming. John rested his face in her hair, lightly kissing her head. "He killed her…and I couldn't do anything again…"
John didn't speak, knowing words won't reassure her. He couldn't promise everything is going be ok because he doesn't know if it will. All he could do was hold her. Hold her tight and protect her from nightmares just from nightmares that would eventually crawl through his shield and plague the girl in his arms again. But that doesn't stop him from holding her like his life depended on it.
A/N2: I wrote this before I wrote the Flirting arc. I had a vague idea of Logan and Christ in my head and this is what happened. Not sure if they're in character. Not sure if I like the ending. *grumble grumble* Reviews please and give me some honest opinion.