Hey,
Sorry for the delay, I kind of forgot where this chapter was.
Lucky me - I found it today :)
Enjoy ~~

Six POV

John's face turns white and he abruptly stops speaking. I look up at him innocently, poor guy. Shame, really. I bring my knees to my chest and exhale, still staring at him, waiting for it to sink in.

"I promise" I say, shaking my voice "I didn't want to believe it John, but… I'm so scared"

"No, you must be wrong" he starts

"You don't believe me" I state, sounding hysterical, "You're just like everyone else. You're going to leave me" my eyes tear in the corners and my vision becomes blurry.

John seems to snap out of it, "No, I, just, Okay", he exhales sharply.

"Okay?" I perk up, tears are gone.

"Let's search her room, if you found one file in there, there's bound to be others."

I cast my eyes down to the floor, submissive, then back up at John "I'm not sure-", my words are cut off as he tugs me to my feet. His grip is firm, angry. I know what he must be going through. John is so simple, he's never been hurt, not really. That will soon change. He'll see.

We move down the hall together, hand in hand, and I wonder what the others would think if they were here. I made sure that Sarah went with Marina to do the shopping after breakfast. Seeing the 'meal' I had cooked, she was happy to leave. I can't blame her, the penthouse reeks of raw meat.

After winding through the corridors we reach Sarah's room, and for a moment I wonder if I got the correct one initially, before John nudges the door open, dropping my hand. The breezy room is revealed, looking no different from how I left it, bar the untidy bed cover.

"Spread out," John says "Look for things that shouldn't be there, but don't touch anything you don't need to".

I keep silent, nodding my head in confirmation. We comb through the room, five minutes later I wonder if Sarah has somehow found the objects and removed them. No. She can't have. I -

"What the hell?" John voices.

I scurry over to his side and see a page scattered with Mogadorian text, relief surges through me. We keep searching for other incriminating evidence, and I source a Mog stunner and some more files. John pulls out a foreign looking object that holds no Loric significance. We put two and two together.

With each item, John looks more and more stunned, and his face takes on a red tint. I can understand.

"I just can't believe it" he murmurs, "Sarah".

My eyes well with tears "I'm sorry" I blubber, "I shouldn't have told you, I should have just kept it to myself".

"No, no, just…"

We sit in silence for a minute, before John collects the items in his arms and heads for the office. I follow behind him, my feet tapping on the tiles, tap, tap.

"What are you going to do" I ask, hesitantly

"We'll see when she gets back, for now, don't worry about it"

I opt to head back to my room and have a nap, framing other people is tiring business, and Sarah won't be back for a while.

Time skip~~~~~~

I wake to hear people yelling, it's muffled by my pillow but loud enough for me to make out what they're saying.

"John, what the hell are you trying to do?"

"Look! I told you! I found this in her room!"

The yelling ceases. I shift back the covers and tip toe over to my door before sticking my head out. John and Eight are pulling a struggling Sarah down the hallway, towards a room I can't recognise. I slip around the door and join the others, watching as Sarah is thrust in to what can only be described as a holding cell, more civilised than my own at the Mog base.

I move closer to get a better look at her room. There is a thick glass door, with a heavy lock on the outside. The room is bare, save for a bed, a sink and a toilet, concealed by a curtain. There are no windows, fluorescent light beams line the ceiling, bright and headachy. A source of fresh air is provided by a small vent in the top left corner. Fancy.

John POV

After Eight and I deposit Sarah in to her holding cell I head straight to my room to think. I spare a glance at Six and she looks lost. I guess our cells must look similar to the Mogs'. An involuntary shiver surges through me at the thought of being anything like those, those, things. How could she work with them? Her, Sarah! I thought at least she would love me enough not to pull this kind of thing on me again. I was wrong.

I push past a worried Nine and open my door, firmly shutting it behind me, and exhale. I try to do that counting thing that Marina taught me. One, Two, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. I shake my head. She's not worth it anymore. I can't keep waiting for her, but I really thought she'd, changed, I guess.

There is a soft rapping on my door before Ella peeks her head in.

"John? Are you okay?", my God, she's so young and naïve, she shouldn't be fighting this war.

"I'm fine, Ella. Thanks" I reply in a gruff voice.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" she says, all counselor like.

"No" I'm sorry, Ella. I just can't think right now, I need her to leave, leave and let me be alone.

"Oh, okay. Do you want to play monopoly with me and Six and Marina? We're setting it up now.", that's the last thing I want to do now.

"Sure", I reply.

It doesn't matter what I want anymore.

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