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

A/N: This part almost didn't happen because my brain died during revising. Hopefully this is a fitting Four/Six ending for the arc. Thank you for all the reviews, alert and favorites. Special shout-out to iplaythefish for all the reviews. That totally helped me finish this moment. You rock! =D

Leaving the Past pt. 3

"Do you think she's ok?" Sam asked as they glanced over to where Six was sitting. She was silent for the long walk to gate E 22. None of Sam's jokes or Logan's sarcastic comments drew any words from her. She just found a seat and drowned the guys out with her iPod. Christ advised them to leave her alone. 'She has enough to deal with, without you two bothering her,' the older gentleman said with a soft fatherly smile towards the girl. But of course, Sam and Logan didn't heed his warning.

"Didn't Christ order you to leave me alone, brother dearest?" Six asked as Logan approached her. Sam stood a few feet away, offering a cautious smile. He was smart enough not to get involved with a pissed Six. Logan, on the other hand, wasn't. He just stood there with his friendly smile and relaxed posture. The brunette in front of him didn't say a word. She just tucked her hands in her pockets and glared at the boy.

"Come on, little sis…" Logan cooed, giving her a puppy dog pout. Six just gave him a blank stare which was normal. Sam observed Logan take a few steps back. Gray eyes wide with shock and surprise. Something caught the young man off guard as he walked back and grabbed Sam's arm.

"What's wrong, Logan?"

"I can't sense anything from her." Logan confessed, giving the girl another worried glance. It was like Six put a force field around her emotions. Logan couldn't sense anything. No frustration. No anger. No happiness. The girl is just a blank slate and that frights Logan, a lot more than it should.

"You know, I still think you legacy is creepy." Sam commented, getting off topic. "I mean it's like you're in our head or something." Logan rolled his eyes and sat down in one of the many uncomfortable chairs the airport has. It's not like he asked to be human radar of emotions and crap like that. He also hates his legacy too. Feeling a constant hum of emotions from everyone gets exhausting. He learned how to ignore most people but sometimes it gets out of hand, especially in an airport like this one. What sucks the most is confusing his emotions with someone else's or vice versa. At times, it's difficult to distinguish between the two.

"Join the freaking club, Samuel." He muttered bitterly before focusing on Six. "But there are more annoying legacies out there. Christ told me about mind readers and convincers one day when he was in a sharing mood. You do not want to mess with those fellows." But the chances of Sam or him actually meeting those legacies were slim. "But this Peter guy must be a work of art if he made Six like this." He commented, getting back on topic.

"I wonder what's taking John so long." Sam wondered out loud, glancing back the way they came. Their flight still had an hour wait.

"John's a big boy and Loric Garde. I doubt you'll have to worry about him." Logan answered. Sam didn't look relieved though, constantly glancing at his cell phone. Logan could sense the worry radiating off the boy. It was welcoming compared to the stone cold girl a few feet from them. "Sam, John possesses superhuman strength, endurance and speed. Peter is maybe a few inches taller than him and lip-locked with Six multiple times." Logan blinked, processing his words. "Actually, kissing Six may give him an edge. He has to have some balls to do that. She's scary."

"And can hear every since word you're saying." She replied, giving Logan a hard stare which he smiled back at. He was just happy Six was talking to him. Knowing nothing can wipe that smirk off of his face, Six closed her eyes, focusing on the music pounding in her ears. Her hand unconsciously patted her neck, searching for the cold metal of the chain and found nothing. Just her Loric pendant. It felt wrong, not having the charm, not having a part of Peter with her. But the world hasn't ended. She's still here, alive and breathing, after losing her love. She's still standing, ready to face another day. I can get through this, she thinks, ignoring the pain throbbing in her chest annoyingly. I have to get through this.

"Six…" Logan asked, seeing a pained expression slip out of her carefully constructed façade. He stood up, ready to offer her a comfortable shoulder to lean or punch. He truly cares for the girl in front of him like a sister.

"Logan, leave her alone." Logan turned and Six opened her eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. John stood in front of them, holding two Styrofoam cups. He smiled carefully towards Six as he held the cup for her to take. "It's hot chocolate." Her favorite, Six thought as her fingers wrapped around the cup, absorbing the warmth. "Be careful." He reminded before turning his full attention to the brunet beside him.

"John! I am so sorry about shoving you earlier. I panicked." Logan explained under the glowering glare of John. "Look, it's a reflex." He continued, running right hand through his hair while giving John an unconvincing smile.

"Reflex?" John repeated before sipping his drink. Logan nodded his head confidently. "Like how when you're lying, you run your right hand through your hair." John smiled smugly as Logan paused, looking at traitorous right hand, and sighed. Instead of looking ashamed like a normal person, Logan shrugged it off and grabbed Sam to buy some snacks. John sighed at his friends before returning his attention to the lone female of the group. "Do you ever wonder why we deal with him?" John asked, wanting to fill the silence.

"It helps if you plot his gruesome death." Six muttered, blowing at the hot liquid before taking a sip. He wasn't expecting a response from her but smiled and took the seat beside her. She looked like a little girl with her hands cupped around the drink, savoring the sweet liquid. Her dark hair framed her face. Her hazel eyes had a distant look. She's probably thinking, John deduced. Instead of taking the pushy approach like Logan, John just sat besides her, keeping his right hand beside her left, just in case she needed him. He was content; sitting here, people watching until she made the first move.

Six peeked between her bangs, wondering if he was going to say anything. John had a relaxing smile on his face as he glanced at the crowd, sipping his drink. He wore his usual hoodie/jacket combo that brought attention to his strong shoulders and neck. She could feel the heat from his hand even though they weren't touching. It was calming, knowing he was just here. The urge to tell him bubbled in her stomach and she closed her eyes, trying to will it away. It wouldn't though. The feeling continued rolling around in her stomach until she wrapped her finger around his. "John…" He turned and smiled his usual encouraging smile.

"Six," he whispered back, waiting for her to speak first. But what can she say after what happen? Her head was jumbled with mixed emotions; some still lingered on Peter with his easy smile, warm eyes and normalcy. But others started appearing for the boy next to her, who made her feel like she can take on anything if he was just beside her. Damn it Six, why didn't you sort this out before, she cursed in her head. Emotions are a bitch. John squeezed her hand like he could sense her thoughts. "Don't worry. I'm here." And that was just the push she needed.

"Is it my fault for letting Peter in?" She asked rhetorically, allowing the words that were running through her head a voice. "I mean, if I was stronger, I could've pushed him away. I would have kept him at arm's length for his own safety. I wouldn't have let him so close but…" She trailed off; trying to pinpoint what exactly made being around Peter so easy to be around, so easy to talk to, so easy to be just normal.

"He's just Peter?" John supplemented for her, finishing off his drink. "You know, he's really, really hard to hate." Six smiled, knowing it's true. Peter just had that quality about him that made hating him just wrong. "And if it makes you feel better, I think even if you were stronger, if you were able to push him away, he would just find a way to wiggle into your heart. He isn't the type of guy that just gives up easily." John laced their fingers together and smiled at her. "It's not your fault."

"Well if the Great John says so, it must be true." Six teased, resting her head on his shoulder comfortably. John rolled his eyes and rests his cheek against her head and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling tired. "John?" He made a soft sound, telling her he's still awake. "What did he ask you?" John opened his eyes to see Six staring up at him.

"Just basic things like how we met and when we started dating." John answered honestly. Six sat up straight and gave him a teasing smile.

"Oh really? And how did I meet the Great John?"

"Well," he started catching on to her teasing tone. "I met the Amazing Eve at her mother's funeral. She was trying to keep a strong façade but I was able to see a few tears sneak pass her eyes. Like a gentleman I am, I scooped her up in my arms and comfort her." Six's shoulders shook as she chuckled at the thought. John granted her a cheeky smile and lean in close to whisper into her ear. "Oh if you like that, you'll enjoy our first kiss."

"Do I ever want to know?"

"Hey! I put a lot of thought into these memories. I swear this one isn't as cheesy."

"Doubt it."

Ignoring her comment, John starts retelling their first kiss. "You stayed with Logan for the rest of high school. I've admired you from afar but didn't make a move because technically you were like a sister to my best friend and guy code states, best friends cannot date best friend's little sister. Trust me on this." She rolls her eyes and hides her smile behind the rim of her cup. It already sounds ridiculous. "But fate had different plans; we were paired up on a physic project. During the project, I realize this may just be the last time I get to see you alone like this. Building up all my courage, I leaned in and kissed you. And you fell head over heels in love with me."

"Did not." She replied instantly, smacking his arm to wipe the smug smile off John's face. He laughed, happy to see a bit of her normal self. "Your reality is cheesy." John sighed, accepting the fact he can't please her. "Cheesy but nice." Six admitted, resting her head against his shoulder again, imagining their relationship.

"Ok, we have a cheesy relationship." John repeated. "But I won't changing for the world." Six smiled but there were still hints of sadness in her eyes. "Do you want to talk about Peter? It could help. Maybe make it hurt less." John felt more than saw Six nod her head. Closing her eyes, she conjured up a memory that was happy. So many filled her head but one stood out the most.

"I was turning seventeen." She began, remembering the day clearly. "Peter planned a silly surprise party for me. His whole house decked out with streamers, balloons, confetti. You know basic party things. I was popular back then. The whole house was full of people, it felt like it was about to burst." Six remembered all the smiles and jokes, it slowly warmed her heart. "Peter took my hand after a while and dragged me out of the suffocating crowds. The sun was setting and we stood at his cliff, admiring the beauty. He then held out the necklace with a key, dangled in front of his face, forcing me to take a step closer to see what it was. At that exact moment, he pulled the necklace away and leaned in, kissing me. I was surprised and did the first thing that came to my mind. I punched him and ran off. My heart was beating so hard it hurt my chest." Six clenched the front of her shirt, remember the rapid pace. "But… I remembered the necklace and ran back. Peter sat there, laughing his head off. Laughing until tears streamed now his cheek before looking at me with his green eyes and muttered it was totally worth it. At that moment, with the sun setting in the back and Peter smiling at me in his Peter way, I knew I love him."

"Do you still love him?" John couldn't stop the question from escaping his mouth.

"Do you still love Sarah?" Six countered, allowing her mouth to act before her head. John paused and looks away. Six sat up but John's tight hold kept their fingers interlaced. "John, when I saw Peter today, it was like a whirlwind of emotions exploded in my gut. I was shock that he hasn't changed at all. I was happy he was still my Peter. But today, seeing and talking to him away, I realized I couldn't keep him." She trailed off, looking for some more words.

"With Sarah, I think a part of me might still love her." John answered, trying to figure out his feelings for Sarah and Six. "But I think I was more in love with what she represented. She's something I couldn't have: a normal life. With her, I wasn't Number Four. I wasn't a savior of an alien race. I was just John. Just plain old John." He stared into Six's warm hazel eyes and he knew she understood.

"But you're not plain old John." Six answered back. "You're far from plain. You're sweet. You're brave. You're reliable to some extent."

"Hey…"

"But, you're not plain old John." Six repeated, touching his arm. "You're more than that." John allowed her words to sink in and smiled at her, at the wonderful girl who was becoming a bigger part of his life every passing second. Her thinking face slides into place as she figured out the next words. "Peter makes hating him difficult, makes loving him so easy it's like breathing. A part of me craves to love him. But another part doesn't. I loved him but I'm not in love with him. At least not anymore. He's a happy memory, but he's just a memory now."

"So, I guess that means you won't need this any longer." John asked as he stood up and dangled the silver necklace in front of her face. Six stared at it in awe as the familiar key danced in front of her. She stood up, reaching for it but John jerked it back. His lips lightly brushed hers in a wonderful mistake. It was faint, almost unnoticeable but a spark jolt between the two Loric teens. Six placed her hands on John's chest, looking at him with shock hazel eyes. He started back, equally shock before his lips curled into a smirk. "Gosh Jane, what's with you, necklaces and kissing boys?" He added wink as he noticed the girl's awe expression turn into an angry glare.

"Don't forget I have a mean right hook!" She shouted, nearly tackling the boy who danced away. Both teens were smiling and laughing, dispersing the tense atmosphere from before. John may not be Peter. Six may not be Sarah. But somewhere between those two lost loves, Six meet John.

A/N: I don't know where the last lines came from. End of that arc and now I can finish homecoming! Review!