Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four. This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)

A/N: some dialog was directly taken from I Am Number Four the book. This came out different than what I had intended but I like it. Hope you do too. No spoilers of Power of Six, at least not intentionally. For all those who've read Power of Six, did you like it? PM to discuss it! I need someone to rant too! =) Have fun reading.

Shout out to A True Dreamer and Abby-Jade-Love for discussing Power of Six and everything with me. Love you guys!

Meaning

To Sarah, John is a hero. He is the mysterious boy who brought danger, excitement, thrills, love and ultimately meaning to her boring small town life.

"Come back." She pleaded as she looked up at him with aqua blue eyes. Her hands were clenching his painfully. Her knuckles were turning white from the tight grip. Behind him, she could see Sam with his unruly brown hair and the other girl; a dark beauty that can relate to John in every way; a girl who can easily entice him. Come back to me, Sarah thought but was too embarrassed to say. She hoped her big eyes convey the unspoken message. Like he understood, John leaned in and kissed her forehead before turning to his friends to start his journey.

Sarah didn't realize until he left that he didn't promise her.

To Sam, John is his best friend. He's the guy who gives him hope. Hope that his father didn't just leave him and his mother alone.

"You know you didn't have to take me along." Sam said awkwardly when they were already a good distance away from Paradise, Ohio. The girl, Six Sam believed John called her, gave him a glare and didn't attempt to hide her sigh. John physically kicked her since he was in the middle seat and gave her a look Sam couldn't see from his spot at the driver's seat. He could see the girl's expression though; a mix between annoyance and acceptance. She muttered something under her breath and John eases up before turning to Sam.

"Come on, man. It's your car; we're not going to take it without its owner." John said with a smile that matched his truthful eyes. "You're already a part of this. I don't think you'll let us leave without you. Anyways, I need you." John looked away when he said the last part, awkwardly scratching his cheek. Sam grinned at his friend's nervousness and Six rolled her eyes before teasing John as being a pussy. The two traded half-hearted insults that made the trip more like a road trip and not a save the world mission it should be.

To Bernie, John is a master. John is that boy on Lorien who would play with him and make him feel at home and safe. It's Bernie's turn to keep him safe in return.

Bernie was sleeping beside John before his ears perked up at the sound of the deadbolt unlocking. He raised his head to see the female Loric walk in wearing a huge t-shirt and shorts. In the dim light, Bernie could see how tired she looks. Her young face looking mature and old. She should be in her room, the one across the hall but for some reason she came in here. Sam was snoring in the bed beside John's. Bernie kept his ears low as she pets his head while shaking John awake. His master's blue eyes open quickly and he looked up at the girl, confused by her appearance. "Six? What's up?"

The girl bit her lip and looked towards Sam. Her dark hair covered her profile but Bernie could see a slight quiver in her lip and smell the saltiness of tears she must have wiped away before entering. Bernie nudged her hand when she didn't answer his master and relaxed slightly when she gently rubbed his head and tugged at his ears. "I had a bad dream... about my Cepan." John must have noticed her face because he didn't hesitate to pull her onto his bed and hug her close. Bernie moved to allow her enough room and kept a close eye on how close the two were. Six gingerly wrapped her arms around John's waist and buried her face into his chest, softly sobbing. The two fell asleep after talking for a bit and Bernie reluctantly moved to Sam's bed. But that smile on John and Six's face was reward enough for the old dog.

To Henri, John is a son. Just that simple. He is the son Henri never had but always wanted when on Loric. He raised and nurtured the boy since he was four and Henri is proud on how John grew up. A strong and capable Garde his real parents would be proud of.

Henri watched the girl with dark hair tied up in a ponytail. She was panting from the intense pain, aftereffects of the healing stone. She looked up with hazel eyes and Henri just knew who she is. He answered John's questions mindlessly, keeping an eye on the girl. Questions formed in his head but happiness filled his heart when she looked at him.

"We don't have much time." She interrupted with a clip tone. Just like her grandmother's, Henri thought smiling despite the grave situation. She has her grandfather's eyes, hazel eyes that were too soft for her sharp features. Her mother's dark hair, Henri listed; memories flooding in of John's mother dragging another girl with her as they spoke about anything and nothing. Their respective husbands trail behind them, sighing at their wives' antics but staring adoringly at them.

"I remember you," Henri said, taking in her serious face, her father's expression, and watches as her hazel eyes slowly recognize him. She smiled, her father's smile, and responded in a voice so much like her late mother's.

"I remember you, too." Henri reached out and shook her hand despite wanting to pull her into a hug and thank the heavens that she was ok, the girl that John's parents would joke he'll fall in love with. Henri didn't know at that moment he would die. All he knew was what a cute pair the two made as they spoke to each other, trying to figure a way out of this mess.

To Logan, John is interesting. He's a whirlwind of emotions. He's a guy with no idea what he's doing. He's an unexpected leader of their ragtag group who's distracted by a lot of things. Or maybe just one female with alluring hazel eyes.

"Shit!" Logan cried when John kneed him in the gut. The two boys separated before both falling on the mat they set out before. Logan gasped for much needed air as he carefully touched his abdomen. There is sure going to be a bruise there tomorrow. He turned his head and looked at the equally tired boy. "You bastard, I'm going to murder you." John grinned at that response but his eyes were still burning with anger. Logan could feel it even with a few feet between them. Standing up, he wiped the sweat off with the bottom of his shirt. "At least now I know how to piss you off." John had the decency to look confused as he sat up too. Logan glanced over at Six who was giggling with Marina and Nine. "I just have to make a pass at Six."

John growled at him before realizing it. Logan threw his head back laughing, prompting the girls to look at him. Nine, a tall guy with black hair, green eyes and an even more annoying legacy than Logan (mind reader), shook his head at Logan before entering the cabin they rented. Marina noticed the cuts and bruises quickly ran up to tend to them. Six rolled her eyes but Logan could feel the concern rolling off her when she glanced at and approached John. If they don't admit liking each other soon, I'll do it for them, Logan promised to himself.

To Six, John is nothing and everything. He was that guy she needed to find at all cost. He was a goal she had to reach after Katarine's death. But now, John is a friend, a partner, a pillar of support. John could be something more if she lets him in. Something she hasn't done in a while.

"You should tell John." Six looked up suddenly and glared at the boy with wired rim glasses. Number Nine or better known as Will stood there with his eyes closed since he knows she's changing. Stupid legacy, Six thought as she finished changing into a over sized male t-shirt and a pair of running spandex shorts. "I know you hate my legacy but it's rather helpful at times." Six rolled her hazel eyes and glanced around looking for her hair tie. "John likes it better down. And you always think about John it makes my head dizzy."

"Shut the fuck up." Six ordered, giving up her search and grabbed a pillow to throw at him. Will caught it before it hit his face and smiled his oh so sweet smile. She recited every bad name in her head just to see him wince out of pain. "Why are you here anyways?" Will sat on the second bed of the room she shared with Marina and crush the pillow to his chest. They only had a few days until a moonless night, the night they storm the Mogadorain head quarter. The Cepans had holed themselves in a separate cabin to plan out and look over the details of the attack.

"Logan is annoying planning out how he's going to tell you that John loves you or vice versa." Six dropped the comb she was using and stared at the black haired Loric Garde. He didn't look guilty at all from telling her. "Whoops? Is this the part where you go seduce John and get started in repopulating our planet?" He didn't attempt to dodge the compact mirror she threw at him. An angst expression crossed her face as she faced away from him. Will frowns and attempts to read her mind but Six successfully built a door to stop him. He smiled at her triumph. "You're getting better at blocking me out." He commented.

"That's because Marina and I are the only ones that try. Ellie likes torturing you. Logan does too. John..."

"You can look at his face and tell what he's thinking." Will finished for her, already reading her thoughts. "Why are you pushing him away?" Six didn't need to open her mouth. She just imagined an image in her head and Will got it. He frowned and took his glasses off to wipe them clean. "You're scared of her, Six." Blonde hair, blue eyes, camera full of memories. All those items can only equal one person: Sarah Hart. "Do you see the way he looks at you? The way he acts around you. Six..." She knows but fear is always clenching her heart. "We can die in a few days. At least allow yourself a few moments of happiness." Will stood up and hugged her to him, kissing her forehead in a purely brotherly way. "I'll send him in." When she didn't say no, he opened the door leaving her alone.

To John, Sarah represented normalcy he couldn't have. Sam is the friend who accepted him as who he is. Bernie is that voiceless protector always by his side. Henri... Henri was the only person he thought he could depend on until meeting the others. Logan is that annoyance you can't live with or without. Six is in a different category all her own.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit." John repeated as he paced his small room he shared with Sam. Logan was lying on his bed, fiddling around with a baseball. He enjoyed watching John freak out over something so simple. He opened his mouth to offer some tips but John shut him down. "No, I don't want your help, Logan. So keep your trap shut." Miffed by John's interruption, Logan continued fiddling with the ball, making it dance across the room with his telekinesis. "Why did I allow you two to talk me into this?"

"Because we want all this sexual tension to disappear," Will answered for Logan as he walked in. Will smiled as he noticed the craziness in John's thoughts now. It was funny as he ran through all the crazy way Six can reject him, which is a lot. "Look, she already knows you love her, she just need to confirm it. Come on John, this is Six we're talking about." Six with her scary glares and sharp nails. Six with her no-nonsense attitude. Six with her secretive smiles and illusive laugh that John can only coax out. Six with her sexy long legs, luscious body and…

"Yes, John, we know Six is a very special girl. Now, go tell her that and make sure you put a sock on the door." Logan teased as he felt a wave of happiness, lust and want from him. John glared at him didn't say anything and head towards the door. Logan and Will trade smirks before yelling out bets about what would happen. "Ten says he makes a fool of himself." Logan said, grinning to himself.

"Look who finally came out, lover boy." Ellie teased as she looked up from her book. John glared at the short hair girl who chuckled. Marina gives him a knowing smile too from the couch. Sam sat besides her, having his injuries tended to by the older girl. "Finally manning up or did Logan and Will bug you too much?" He ignored her jabs and walked down the hallway leading to the Six's room.

"Hey, leave him alone." Sam said as an icy cold sensation traveled down his cheek as the wound closed. Ellie shrugged her shoulders and flicker the TV on, checking the latest news. Marina nestled herself closer to Sam, as they allowed the sound of the television fill the room but they were all focus on what could potentially happen in the little room down the hall.

John stood in front of her door when he finally realized he was going to do this. Maybe he could back out right now and forget this ever came up. But then Ellie, Logan and probably Will would make fun of him for a long time. Knowing there's no turning back, John lifted his hand and knocked on the oak door, half hoping she wasn't there and half praying she was. A soft come in coaxed him through.

Six sat on the bed with a stuff panda bear crushed to her chest. John stood there for a second, admiring her slender figure and beautiful face. She was wearing his shirt, one she stole a long time and never bothered returning. He actually liked her wearing his clothes. How her distinct smell would linger on them, tickling his nose. Her raven locks were worn loose just the way he likes it, naturally curled at the ends, grazing her chin and neck. She turned to look at him with her big hazel eyes and he just melted. "Hey," she greeted, smiling at him with that signature Six smile. "Are you going to stand there all day or come over here?"

"I don't know. This door is pretty comfy." John kidded before stepping towards her and falling on the bed. "But this bed is a close second." Six rolled her eyes and buried her face into the soft fur of the bear. "I know this bear. Do you remember the day I won it?" He asked, tugging at the bear's soft foot, thinking about the summer fair where they acted like teenagers instead of fugitives running for their lives. She nodded her head, smile growing even bigger as the memories filled her head.

"I remember you winning that toy for the little girl who could barely look over the counter." Six murmured, thinking about how happy the girl was when John handed her a stuff unicorn.

"And you pouted all night until I got you this panda." Six pouted at him the exact pout and John chuckled. He placed his hand on her upper arm and she smiled up at him. Looking into her hazel eyes, he felt like nothing bad can happen. He could see that she can feel it too, the complete feeling of being whole. He placed his forehead against her, closed his eyes and murmured, "You know." Six couldn't fight off her smile as she set the panda aside and placed her hands on his chest, feeling it rise up and down, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, feeling him.

"Know what?" She asked in an innocent voice.

"That I'm utterly in love with you." John said with a straight voice before leaning down to capture her lips. They were as soft and sweet as he dreamed many nights in the past. She is as perfect as he knew she would be. John pulled away and looked at her freshly bruised lips and enthralling smile. "Perfect..." Six shook her head and pulled him down for another heart pounding kiss.

Yes, Six is definitely in a category of her own: the owner of John Smith's heart.

A/N2: Yep this turned out completely different than I thought. I was going to make it short and sweet and artsy and John was going to die but he didn't. Thank god! I like the ending. Hope you did too. Reviews please! Oh, Will (Nine) and Ellie (Eight) are my characters and Will's power was found on I Am Number Four wikia.

Yes, I know Will isn't like the Number Nine in the book. Whoops that could be a little spoiler but I wrote this before finishing the book. I write all my moments in one go if I'm in the mood before revising them. I'll mention in an author note when I'm doing something with Power of Six in it.