Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four. This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)
A/N: I don't know if I like this one. I actually wrote the dialog at the ending first before writing the moment. Hmm… still iffy on how it came out. I didn't revise this one in depth because we spend the day at the beach today and I got lazy and caught up with other Moments. Sorry if it's crappy. Reviews please!
Confessions before death
"Run." John said as he grabbed Six's arm, pulling her deeper into the school. The sound of heavy Mogadorain boots pound behind them as they dashed deeper into the abandon school. They were finally caught, cornered in a small town. Six ran beside John, keeping her head low and out of range. Adrenaline was pumping through their veins as they forced the double doors of the cafeteria open. Six pulled John towards her, leaned against the wall, turning them both invisible just in time. The three seven feet Mogadorains bolted through the door, running out the other exit without giving the crowd room a second glance. Six counted half a minute before she let go of John's hand, returning them back to their visible state. "So, how about some light exercise?" John joked between their pants.
"Oh sure..." Six said back before sliding down on the wall to sit on the floor. John sat beside her. Their eyes were focus on the double doors the murderous aliens ran through. "Every girl loves to end her date being chase by three killer aliens." Six's dark hair was falling into her face. Her thin t-shirt had a rip from the bullets flying by them. Aside from the sweat and dirt that matted her face, she never looked more beautiful in John's eyes. "Where are Sam and the others?" Six asked, breaking John's intense studying of her face. He looked away and pulled out his cell phone. A text message was already blinking.
Sam and Christ are safe. Bernie is coming to help you. Meet at rendezvous point. If you're not here by sun up, we're leaving. - Logan. P.S. hope you enjoyed your date. ;) "Logan got them out safe. Bernie's coming as backup. We need to get to the north end of town before sun up." John relayed keeping the P.S. to himself. They didn't go out on a date or anything remotely similar to a date. It was just a regular trip to the store to restock with a Mogadorain escort outside waiting to stab them to ashes. Luckily, Six's legacy saved their asses again and helped them relocate to the empty school.
Six pulled out a pistol from her ankle holster. She handed it to John wordlessly as she pulled out a Lorien dagger from her belt. "Are you always this equipped or am I just a special case?" John teased as he checked the gun and clicked the safety off. Six rolled her hazel eyes, ignoring his jab, and pulled her ponytail out to retie it. "You know, you look nice with your hair down." John said before looking away towards the door, thinking why he said that. Six paused and touched her long hair gingerly. "Just want you to know that before we get turn to ash and stuff." He finished lamely.
Six sobered up, understand how dire the situation is. She gently touched his arm, pulling his gaze away from the door and to her deep hazel eyes. "If we're playing that game," Six started as she looked at John's lips before returning to his dark blue eyes. "I've always wanted to kiss you." John blinked, half confused and shock by her confession. "Just want you to know that before we turn to ash and stuff." Her eyes refocus on the door, reminding her of the impending death waiting through those doors.
John stared at the powerful girl in front of him. He felt a familiar tug in his stomach that he use to only get around Sarah but lately it's been reappearing whenever he sees Six. Six, with her high ponytail and sharp eyes. Six with her stone cold expression and occasional smiles. Six with her sarcastic comments and surprisingly caring personality. John reached out, wrapping his fingers around her thin wrist, pulling her a bit closer to him. He smoothed away a strand of her hair she couldn't catch in her infamous ponytail.
"I'm still in love with Sarah." John told her, maybe half lying to himself in the process. "Nothing can change that." Six took the opportunity to lean forward and lightly press her lips against his. The kiss was urgent. It was rush. It was powerful but still as sweet as any kiss John received from Sarah. Six pulled away before John was satisfied. A sound of protest died in his throat as he gazed into her hazel eyes. The same determination he love from her burned in those hazel eyes. For one second, John forgot what color Sarah's eyes were.
"I can." Six replied confidently as she stood up with dagger in hand, ready to face their murderers. She gave John one last long stare before turning herself invisible, to hunt down the aliens that wanted to kill them.
Yes, John thought as he stood up and followed her into certain death. Yes, Six, I think you can.
A/N2: I just realized this is one of the shortest moments I wrote. Good or bad?