Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four. This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)
A/N: I know everyone is waiting for homecoming part 2 but my brain died. I have a vague idea for it but I can't figure out the words. Fellow writers, you understand my pain. This moment or moments is thanks to TacoBelle because she reminded me the first moment needs a background story. Who did Six love? This is hopefully a good answer.
Leaving the Past pt. 1
In a crowded airport, Six sat alone watching the airplanes take off and leave. Out of all the states in America, out of all the airports, Six found herself in one that seems so familiar it's like coming home. She clenched her gray jacket closer, trying to block out memories of a year ago and focus on the present. The steady beat of her music helped only a bit. Her dark hair tumbled free, curling slightly at the ends. Even in a crowded room full of bustling families, weary businessmen and lost college students, she has never felt more alone.
"What's with the long face, little sis?" A cold bottle of water touched her face, causing her to jump. Logan smiled as her harsh glare greeted him as he sat down, placing the sweating bottle of water in her slender hands. Their new identities were Jane and Logan Dove, siblings and children of Christ Dove. Thanks to their similar features, no one questioned their relation. Sam is their cousin and John is a mutual family friend. Totally believable, Six thought as she shrugged her shoulders, keeping an eye on John and Sam who were standing in a huge line for some food. Christ was staring at the broad, trying to locate their gate to Spain.
"Nothing…" Six answered as she took her ear buds out and tucked them into the pocket of her sweatshirt. They still had two hours of waiting until their flight took off. Two hours of waiting in this familiar face for Six is like a slow torture. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the bench, waiting for sleep in invade. No Magodorain was stupid enough to attack them in a public place like this. Not like it would be able to get pass security with swords and guns. Of course that meant they were equally unequipped, forced to hide their weapons somewhere for later. Bernie had transform into a small hamster and tucked in John's pack safely.
"You're a terrible liar." Long replied, taking a huge sip of his black coffee. She's been acting like this ever since they pulled into the airport and booked their flights. Sort of closed off to everyone more than usual, this made Logan and John both watched her with worried glances. He casually placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her across so she was pressed tightly against his side. "Tell big brother Logan what's wrong?" Six rolled her eyes and jabbed Logan's side, causing him to yelp. He gave her a glare as she tried to hide her smile with the water bottle. "Now, you have to tell me."
"You're really milking the older brother thing, aren't you Logan?" She muttered, recapping the bottle.
"Hey, this is a once in a lifetime chance." A cheeky grin appeared on his face. "Now, spill. You're basically oozing sadness, regret and self-pity with a pinch of bitterness." Six rolled her hazel eyes. The 'read-your-emotions' part of Logan was getting old real fast. Pulling her jean clad legs up; she wrapped her arms around them and rests her head on top, watching another airplane take off with faraway eyes. Logan stayed quiet, knowing she'll talk when she feels like it. With Logan, she always finds herself talking.
"Remember back in your town when we were leaving, that one girl started crying."
"God, don't remind me." Logan muttered, pulling his tan army cap over his eyes; face tinged red from embarrassment. They were getting ready to leave when some of Logan's friends and classmates appeared to wish him goodbye. One girl, Emma, burst out in tears and hugged Logan tight. Sam, Christ and John still tease him mercilessly about it. "We weren't even in a relationship but she convinced herself she loves me." Logan explained, frowning at the memory. "Wait a second; you don't have an Emma do you?" He turned, watching her with huge astonished gray eyes.
"Not that extreme." Six cleared up, mind still stuck in the past. "He was more of my Sarah Hart." Logan blinked, not really believing her words. She smiled sadly when Logan continuous staring. "Logan, pick up your jaw. You look like an idiot. I have feelings you know." She tried to sound irritated but it came out halfhearted. She isn't blind to how the guys see her. "I didn't always keep people at arm's length." Logan placed his hand on her shoulders, feeling the guilt from her. A death of someone so important can cause you to close off to the world but Six has been handling herself pretty well.
"I know." Logan reassured her. "I mean, look. I'm closer than arm's length. I should get a medal." He grinned a playfully smile, coaxing a smaller one out of her. "So, who's the lucky guy?" He asked after a few moments of people watching. Six glanced around, checking to make sure John, Sam and Christ weren't around. She didn't need everyone in the group to know her little secret, especially John. Logan was bad enough. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, trying to search her mind for the little box she kept everything locked in. It was so easily to locate and open but she failed to notice John walking up. Logan shot him a glare and signaled him to stay hidden. Like a good dog, John leaned back, well within listening distance.
"His name is Peter." She retold, thinking about the young man with an easy smile and a heartwarming laugh. John tilts his head in confusion and opened his mouth to say something. Logan used his telekinesis to shut him up, mouthing be quiet. Both teens turn to see a soft smile blossom on Six's attractive face. The memories must be happy, Logan thought as he felt a wave of intense happiness from the girl. "He's like John in a way." John's mouth curled into a smile at that comment. "Constantly caring about people around him, always smiling, reckless that you want to strangle his neck, always finding a way to get under my skin and annoy the hell out of me." The last part was muttered with a bit of annoyance.
Logan let out a chuckle. "Do you have a thing for annoying guys?" He asked teasingly. Six shook her head, also chuckling to herself.
"No, they're just naturally attracted to me." She replied as she tried to find other ways to describe Peter. "Peter is just that guy that every girl couldn't help but fall in love with. I guess I wasn't immune to his charm either." Both John and Logan stiffen at the blatant admission of Six's feeling for the young man. Logan opened his mouth, wanting to ask if Peter loved her back. John moved, needed to know who this Peter is. But both were beat when Christ appeared, ordering them to head towards the gate.
Six grabbed her leather carryon bag and slung it over her shoulders before following Christ. Logan picked up his messenger bag and followed with John trailing behind him. The blond young man grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn. "Johnny, you know I don't like to be manhandled." He grinned but frowned as he noticed Jon's serious expression. It didn't take a mind reader to figure out his thoughts. "You're wondering about the Great Peter too, huh?" He whispered as they continued following Sam and Six. Their eyes landed on the girl in front of them. "You better hear it from the horse's mouth but let me warn you, curiosity killed the cat, John. Remember that."
"Thanks for the advice." John replied sarcastically as he jogged up to catch up with Six. "Jan – "
"Eve?" Six suddenly stop, like a lightning bolt shot through her. John and Logan paused, staring at her rigid back and tense shoulders. They observed as she slowly turned around like a gun was placed on her back, ready to shot her through the heart. "My god, it's really you, Eve." John and Logan both spun around to see a young man wearing a black beanie and a turtleneck. He had fade jeans and an easy smile as he approached them. Soft emerald eyes gazed adoringly into Six's hazel ones. "You remember me don't you, Eve?"
Of course she remembered him. The familiar way he repeated her name, slowly caused old memories to flood her head. She took a deep breath, trying to sooth her fluttering heart and glanced pass John and Logan's astonish gaze into the green eyes that sometimes haunt her dreams. "Peter…"
A/N2: Sorry for the cliffhanger and for it being so short. I promise the next part will be much longer. =)