AN : Hello, all. Sorry for the massive break in the story. Cut a long story short, I lost interest in this story due to the fact I had no idea where I wanted to take it or what I wanted to happen.

Besides that, my whole writing style has changed recently and it was hard coming back to this way.

I've tried completing this to the end before I started putting chapters up to avoid massive breaks like before.

Emily was a Cepan, and, as it turns out, is like a breath of fresh air to us. Maybe its because our situation had suddenly turned so dire, with the less-than-flattering news story on us, and things seemed to be too overwhelming with just our small group, but this woman had brought a smile to all our faces, even Six's. I guess for us, Cepans just seemed to put things into perspective, like a child feels when they're lost and their parent finds them in a crowd.

She had been assigned to Number 2, a young girl named Aria, or Chloe, as was her last identity. She had only been 11 when the Mogs located and killed her. Emily had been separated from her fighting off them off. By the time she'd destroyed them, all that was left of her charge was her necklace. Emily wore it around her own neck now, and she had clutched it tight as she retold the story.

She'd been searching out the others ever since. "Once I saw the news article on the church, I knew you guys had to be close," she explains to us as we crowd around the small kitchen table. "I was in New York at the time, and caught the red eye over here straight afterward."

Damien frowns, his grip tightening on the edge of the table. "New York? The news travelled all the way there?"

"Well, you did all destroy a Greek monument. What did you expect?" Emily asks back with a smile.

"Hey, the Mogs destroyed it," Ben mumbles defensively. "We were just, well, there."

"When I saw your photo's on the television, I could hardly believe my luck..." she cringes as she sees our tired faces, "well, it was lucky for me anyway. I recognized Damien, and Ben, though you've grown since the last time I saw you." Her eyes go to the rest of us, curiously landing on mine. "The rest of you, I'm not so familiar."

"I'm Number Four, uh, John," I hold out my hand and shake her own. They are surprisingly rough. "My Cepan was Henri,"

"Brandon," Damien corrects.

"Yeah.." I clear my throat, and continue on in a rush "he died, almost two years ago now," I still find it hard to believe it had been as long as that. It still felt like yesterday when he'd been grilling me on training. A flash of sadness darkens Emily's eyes for a moment, and I forget that she would have been friends with my protector, like I am with Sam or Six.

"And you?"

My girlfriend clears her throat a little self-consciously, "I'm Sarah Hart. I'm not a number or anything, just a friend."

"An ally," Six adds in a quiet voice.

"Sam," he holds out a hand. "Also not a number, just an enthusiast," he jokes. "Also I blabber and generally most of what I say is sarcastic so..."

"Pleasure to meet you, Sam," Emily cuts in gently with a laugh. "You must be Nine," she says lastly to Kayla, who nods her head once.

"How did you know?"

"I remember you," Emily replies easily, "You're Cepan was Allison. She was a very good friend of mine back home. I was actually with her the day she went and picked you up back on Lorien. She was so proud of you, even then." She sat back in her chair, folding her arms over one another. "So, we're it, huh? The beginning of the resistance," she smiles over to Damien. "God, I've been thinking of nothing but this day for the past decade." Her wide blue eyes blaze with excitement. "So, what's the plan? Now that most of you are wanted felons, things are going to get a lot more interesting."

"We're going to split up," Six says in a low tone that left no room for debate. Frankly, I'd grown tired of fighting with Six. I had never been someone who agrees just for the sake of quelling an argument, but Six was a formidable opponent in an argument, and she'd worn me out.

"That is a brilliant idea," Emily agrees, much to my surprise. "A group of two is a lot less suspicious than a group of eight. But before we do, I think we should discuss the Mogadorian situation."

Sam frowns, "The Mogadorian Situation? Other than a killer title for an 'Alfred Hitchcock' movie, what do you mean?"

"Well, you all have run into the Mogs on multiple occasions, right? What have you learnt? I've been tracking the few I could find, and I'm fairly certain they've got a Ryion."

"They do," came the monotone reply from both Ben and Kayla.

"You've seen it?"

"We killed it," Ben says.

Emily looked impressed. "They were keeping this one in Switzerland, I've got a safe house out there. The Mogs have got a whole settlement there, three huge warehouses, tight security. I've seen it a couple of times when I was scouting, it's a few hours or so out of Zurich, a pretty remote area. They're definitely keeping something there. Something big."

"They have a Seer, Em," Damien avoids her eyes when he talks.

"Are you sure?"

"I am," I force my mind away from the memories. "It searched my mind for a minute before it escaped."

"God.. that must have been horrible for you."

"Yeah, well, that's one way of describing it," I mumble. It grows silent at the table for a while, before the new woman, who I was starting to like more and more, got to her feet.

"So, we split up and search out Number Eight."

Six adds, "And Ten."

"Ten?" Emily pauses, biting her bottom lip before giving a shrug. "If that's what you think you want to do."

"What?!" Damien leaps to his feet. "Just like that, you're not going to try and convince them that Evelyn comes from the most traitorous family from Lorien, that if she turns out even a tiny bit evil as her father, this war will be over without the Mogs help at all."

"Geez," Emily smiles and holds out her hands in surrender under Damien's glare. "When did you turn all Commander and Chief, Damien? You were never this uptight back on Lorien, even after the war started.." I stifle a grin and find the others holding back smiles too as Emily teased the Cepan. "In any case, it's not our decision to make. We protect. We're not to influence their decision in anyway, or have you forgotten the Cepan manual?" she jokes. "If you've told them the history, the risks, and they still want to find her, go for it. To be honest, the way we are going, we need all the help we can get."

And just like that, Emily had endeared herself to everybody in the room.

"""""

Six spins the dagger in her hand around in easy circles as she walks out onto the lawn. She stretches out her neck and bounces from toe to toe like a boxer about to enter the ring.

"It's good that Emily is on our side about this fight," Sarah, her opponent says, a dagger in each hand. She spins each into position, holding one above her head and one out before her.

Six nods. It was funny how of all the people they were traveling with it was Sarah who agreed with her. Not John, not Sam, but Sarah. Over the weeks of travel, Six's view of the girl had completely changed from an over-emotional love-sick cheerleader to a strong willed girl who would stand up to anyone, and who wouldn't hold back an opinion even if it would upset someone she loved. "What do you think about Number Ten?"

Sarah steps forward, bringing her dagger down hard where Six's head would have been had she not dodged a moment before. Sarah spun to the right, turning back to face Six just in time to duck a high kick the Lorien had sent her way. "To be honest, I have no idea," Sarah swept a leg low, which Six hopped over. "I hope that you're right about her.."

"So do I," she replies honestly, dropping a shoulder low and charging at Sarah. The two girls drop onto the grass with a thump, but before Six could swing her knife down, Sarah got her legs beneath her and kicked her off with surprising force. She landed on her back with a thud, looking up at Sarah.

"Nice kick," she puffs out breathlessly.

"I learnt from the best," Sarah holds out her hand, helping Six back up to her feet. "I'm going to miss our training sessions when we all split up."

"You'll be alright. You know enough to kick the ass of any Mog I've come across. Besides that, I doubt Four will let you within 1000 feet of any danger zone, human or alien."

Sarah laughs. "Where will you and Ben go?"

"I don't know. But I do know that things are going to be very different from now on."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if I see a Mog, you can bet your ass that I'm not going to run. Again," she steps into position, and this time takes the first step in the attack. She swings her dagger down, which Sarah deflects easily. Six flings out her hand, and Sarah goes flying backwards as a telekinetic wave hit her in the chest, throwing her to the dirt.

The wind knocks out of her lungs and her elbows scrape along the ground. Sarah props herself up. "You cheated," she wheezes out.

"The only thing you can count the Mogs on is fighting dirty," Six helped Sarah to her fight. "Another round?"

"""""

I have packed so many times in my life that I can pretty much do it on autopilot now. My brain mindlessly runs the checks through, rations, radio, clothes, GPS, cash. I can't believe how quickly things have changed. A moment ago, I could wander down the road, buy food from a vendor, and stand in a crowd. Now I was a wanted man, charged with murder. I was a murderer.

In a sad way, I guess it wasn't far from the truth. I have killed. I have killed dozens and dozens of times. I've been covered head to toe in the ash of a Mogadorian soldier after I stabbed a dagger through its chest right to the hilt and twisted, and I have done it without remorse. Did that make me a bad person? Did that make me a murderer?

"Whatever you're thinking about, stop."

"Huh?" Sarah's voice crashes my thoughts away, and I turn to look at her. She's standing by the doorway, arms folded.

"You're face... you look upset, so whatever it was you were thinking about, stop it," she says simply.

"Sorry," I mumble as I close up my backpack. "Are you all packed? Damien wants us out and moving by tonight."

"Yeah, I'm done, I don't have much." She brushes passed me and carries her bag to the corner. "Do you have any idea of how we are going to get to Zurich?"

I nod my head, pulling out my journal and opening it up. "I mapped out all the train routes we can take, and Emily has a few cars stored along the way just in case. It'll be good for us to switch it up just in case we raise suspicion. I was even thinking we could backpack for a bit as well."

Sarah looks the map over. "Is this what you were doing last night?" she asks in a soft voice. "You didn't come to bed."

"Yeah, I know," I pinch the bridge of my nose, hoping to ease the headache that was slowly forming. "I'll sleep when I'm dead."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"I guess it isn't when death is a very real possibility, huh?"

Sarah grips my arms, turning me towards her. "What's the matter, John? Talk to me."

"It's nothing."

"Do you really think I'm going to believe that? You've been a completely different person since Six said she wanted to split up. Ben's been calling you the 'Mute'."

"Ben needs to watch his mouth."

"See, that's what I'm talking about. The John I knew would have laughed at that; the John two weeks ago would have laughed."

"I'm sorry if this war has quelled my happy-go-lucky attitude and ability to laugh at Ben's lame jokes, Sarah." I move away from her to sit on the end of the bed. My head was starting to really ache now, like a drill piercing me in the temple. But one that was revolving so slow it was cracking through my skull, layer by agonizing layer. It felt like the Seer was in my head all over again.

For the first time, Sarah's worry and concern over me made me frustrated, not at ease. I could feel her eyes on me even thought mine were shut. "Can you just, like, stop looking at me like a crippled puppy for one minute?"

To her credit, Sarah matched my snarkiness step for step. "What do you want me to do? Just leave you here, fuming and in pain?"

"Yes."

"Well screw that, John." She walks over to me and drops into a crouch, her elbows on my knees. "I'm not going to do that, I'm not going to leave you. Because I love you." Her hands take hold of my head and she kisses me. I look down at her face, her eyes and her lips which a curved at the corners in an almost cheeky smile. "So make this easy for yourself and tell me what the matter is."

I don't think I'd ever loved Sarah more then that moment.

With a laborious sigh, I let all my emotions come pouring out. "I don't want to split up. It goes against everything Henri taught me." She nods along, her hand running through the hair on the back of my head. "I understand why Six is pushing for it, but…"

"I know," she says quietly.

"And I've had this headache for the past few days that won't go away."

"Have you had pain killers?"

I nod my head. "It feels like when the Seer was in my mind. The drilling pain and heaviness, like I'm drugged or something." Sarah's eyes cloud over in thought. "What?" I ask after a while.

"Have you ever thought your headache might be connected to the Seer somehow."

"An alien-related headache?"

Sarah shrugs, "Odder things have happened, John," she runs a finger along the collar of my shirt. "Need I remind you of our first attempt at sex..."

"No, no, believe me, that is one memory I won't ever forget," I tell her. I sigh, why couldn't it have just been performance issues when it came to that? I think helplessly. Sometimes I just longed for a normal teenage problem.

"I think you should ask Damien or Emily about it."

"Don't you think they would have told me if the Seer leaves any side effects?"

"Not necessarily. If you're not complaining about side effects, why would they tell you about them and worry you. It couldn't hurt."

As it turns out, Sarah was right about the headache. Although there wasn't a lot known about Seer's, the few Lorien that had survived an episode with them often complained about head injuries long after the attack. For once, I'd been given a lucky break. There wasn't going to be any alien bursting out of my chest; it was just a headache.

"A Seer attack is akin to being smashed in the brain by a metaphorical hammer, of sorts," Emily explains. "Your brain suffered trauma, it will take a while to heal."

"Trauma," I mumble. That was one way of putting it.

Ben and Six were packed already and saying their goodbyes. They weren't going far, instead, they were heading back to Athens, back to the church we had destroyed in case any Loriens came looking. If there was no one, things were going to get a lot more interesting.

It had been Sarah's idea in the end.

Instead of hiding out, searching out the others while remaining hidden, she proposed leaving very obvious signs for the Loriens to find. Loric symbols burnt into buildings, inscriptions on landmarks.

"It will get other's peoples attention as well," Damien reminds gently.

Ben shrugs, "So what? Sooner or later humans are going to realize they're not alone on this planet. Hopefully they also realize that we're the good aliens who aren't trying to rape the world of its resources."

"Don't say rape," Six and Kayla deadpan in unison.

Everyone says their goodbyes, and I follow Six out to her bike, where she loads her backpack onto the back and turns to me. An awkward silence follows as we both try and figure out what to say.

"Just… be safe, Six," I offer finally. "As safe as you can be, anyway."

She looks me up and down. "I know you're not happy with us splitting up…"

"It's not…"

"Please, Tall, I've known you for a while now and you're a freakin' open book. But you just have to trust me on this one, okay? I know what I'm doing, or at least, I have a very good idea of what I'm doing."

"I do trust you."

"Good," she pulls me into a quick hug. "Take care of yourself."

"I will."

She looks passed me towards the house. "One more thing, if you ever get into a situation where you have to fight the Mogs, your girlfriend will kick ass." She gets onto her bike and starts it up.

I watch as she heads off, Ben following in a truck, and they disappear from sight.

He knew they would figure it out one day. Mogadorians weren't really known for their intellect, but give them a four-piece puzzle and they'll put it together eventually.

Malcolm guessed that was why he wasn't at all surprised when the door to his small apartment was smashed off his hinges and shattered into pieces at his feet. He'd seen pictures of the Mogadorians while on Lorien; even saw one from afar that had been captured.

During the raid, he'd been so focused on hell-tailing it off that planet, he hadn't stopped to watch the invaders. He didn't remember them being so tall and so, well, imposing.

He didn't bother fighting back as they dragged him from his home and threw a bag over his head.

Come to think of it, he didn't recall Mogadorian's ever taking hostages before either. That was an entirely new concept. It was an entirely human concept. Bloody hell, he should have guessed the Mogadorians would have humans working on the inside.

It was dangerous.

Mogadorians on their own intelligence posed a threat, but a dumb-grunt army being led by a cunning human general, well, that was something Malcolm just wasn't ready to accept.

He'd been in perpetual darkness for a few hours at least now, it was hard to keep track of time when you're head was stuck in a black fabric bag. He was in a car, and judging from the smell, was sharing it with a few Mogadorians. They hadn't bothered him since the beating back at his apartment.

Malcolm smelled of sweat and blood.

God, he hoped, he prayed Sam was alright. And Evelyn… he hoped Eva was somehow tracking his ass right now. As inevitable as it was, he could only hope she was.

There was one fact he was absolutely certain on.

The second Evelyn got her hands on his kidnappers, they would be in for an excruciatingly painful end.

AN: Let me know what you guys think or what you think should happen, always fun to read :)