Featuring Adelina (formerly known as Adel), a young Seven, Eight and Nine (with a bit of Sandor)--the time they spent travelling to Earth. ~Random Fluff~ :)
It had been months since our ship first took off from Lorien. Months since our planet and every single Loric that had inhabited the lands were turned to ash. How many days exactly, I'd lost count.
Seated by one of the large glass panels that separated the inside of the ship from the black nothingness outside, I sipped the murky, brown coffee sleepily. Taking care of, and training Nine young Garde was more than a handful.
And after endless days of travelling through space, my eyes ached for daylight.
I looked up as a dark head poked out from one of the doors to the panel room, that stood ajar. I blinked and a second later, the figure was gone.
A few minutes later, a small hand tugged at my shirt.
My Garde, Number Seven, stared at me with wide, serious eyes, her dark hair hanging past her shoulders. I set the coffee cup aside and smiled at her.
"Hey, c'mere." I pulled her onto my lap and placed a finger on my lips, gesturing towards the sleeping figure of Sandor beside us. He was probably exhausted from last night's watch and I didn't want to disturb him.
Seven frowned at me for a moment, then placed a finger on her lips too, imitating me. "Shhh." She said, and my smile widened.
"You okay?" I whispered, and she shook her head, her hand dropping to a side.
"Nine is mean." she said in a small voice.
"Nine?" I questioned her, confused. "What did he do?"
"He hits me. And today-today-" Seven crossed her arms, her eyes filling with tears. "Hepumahairandihurts."
"He pulled my hair and it hurts."
I fought back a smile and hugged her gently. I knew Nine was an overly energetic and hyperactive kid, and wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose. Least of all his fellow Garde.
I paused, contemplating my words.
"You know," I began, "You and the rest of the Garde are like brothers and sisters. Get that?" Seven nodded.
Brothers and sisters that will migrate to the four corners of the Earth as soon as we land.
"And all siblings fight, but deep down-" I motioned towards her heart, "You all love each and look out for each other. I'm sure Nine didn't mean it."
I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, wondering what to else to say. How did one console a three year old?
"Great!" I clapped my hands brightly, after a while, "Cheer up kiddo!"
The young Garde gave me and apprehensive smile and slid off my lap.
""And if anyone ever does bully you, you know what to do." I added conspiratorially. "Just punch him in the face."
Seven's eyes widened. "Pow?"
At that very moment, the door banged open, making us jump, and a bright-eyed kid with a mop of curly hair thundered inside. I immediately recognized him as Number Eight, Reyonolds' Garde.
The two had reached the awaiting ship right after us, Reynolds' laughing face replaced by a strained look. Eight, seated around his shoulders, had clung to him, his green eyes fearful as explosions sounded at a distance.
In these few months though, our interaction had been almost negligible.
I pushed the dark memories to the back of my mind and forced myself to focus on the Garde standing in front of us.
Eight spotted Seven and rushed over to her. "Se-ven! Help me!" He screeched in high-pitched, girly voice. "I'm gonna dieeee!" Seven stepped away nervously as Eight pretended to cower behind her.
Our very own damsel in distress.
I slapped my forehead and ran my fingers down my face, exasperated. "Could you guys take this show outside, uh Sandor-"
"The big ugly monster is gonna eat me!" Eight yelled. If we wasn't so overdramatic, I might actually have thought a Mogodorian had stowed away on our ship. "Be my sa-sa-savour-"
Savour? I sniggered inwardly. Then, shaking my head, I stepped towards bubbly kid, almost knocking the coffee cup over.
"Listen, Eight-" I began, cursing his timing inwardly, and glancing towards Sandor who continued to snore. "You're a teeny bit loud so if you guys played in th--"
"You're the only one who can help!" Eight continued to plead, pretending to sob as if I hadn't spoken.
Did I develop invisibilty legacies somehow? I thought, annoyed. Or is he just plain deaf and blind?
"In space?" Eight asked, his eyes widening as he acknowledged me for a moment.
"Yes, Eight, I'm gonna throw you out." I muttered, drily, only to get ignored again.
Seven, however, smiled widely and grabbed his hand, much to my surprise. "I'll help! I'll be your sa-savour!" She said confidentally.
Well, what do we have here, I thought, smiling in spite of myself at their joined hands. Irritatingly loud and oblivious though they were, the sight was too cute to handle.
Just then, as if the two Garde weren't creating enough racket, Nine rushed in; his black hair messy and a huge grin splitting his face.
"I will eat you!" He yelled as he ran towards Eight, his bare feet pounding the ground. Eight, in turn, let out a mock scream of horror and began running.
I sighed and fell back into my seat, deciding to let this play out. It was not like anyone was listening to me anyway.
"Eight's blood, yummy yummy! Eight's bones, crunchy crunchy! Eight's meat-" Nine hardly noticed as he stepped over his Cepàn's body, squishing his face. He chased Eight, the two of them running around the room in circles.
"What the hell?" He grumbled, and I had the sudden urge to laugh as Nine stepped over him again.These kids were too much.
As the two overly-excited young ones passed my brunette garde, who was watching them with something resembling bewilderment; Nine knocked into her, imbalancing her for a minute.
Seven regained her footing and spun around, her small fist flying into his face. It wasn't reallly a proper punch, but Nine, too surprised to dodge the blow, got whacked hard.
Woah. I thought, clapping my hands to my mouth. I did not teach her that. Nah-uh.
The three of them froze for a moment, staring at each other uncertainly. Then-
"Wohoo!" Eight cheered, pumping his fists in the air.
Seven blinked at him for a moment, then glanced at her hand. After a minute, she pumped her fist in the air too. "Woohoo!" She imitated him, looking proud.
I held my breath, anticipating Nine's reaction as he stared from one Garde to the other. But he grinned widely and clapped his hands, as if getting punched in the face was no biggie to him.
"YEAH! WOOHOO!" He yelled, and I let out a sigh of relief. The three started running around and shouting again, Seven looking ecstatic. Eventually, they decided to include the other children too and bounded away, leaving us with some peace and quiet.
My Garde had a badass side after all.
I leaned over and nudged Sandor with my left trainer's toe. "Tell Nine no." He mumbled, and I rolled my eyes.
"My Garde-" I whispered, unable to keep myself from sounding truimphant. "Just punched yours in the face."
"It was freaking badass." I whispered, kicking him lightly.
"Yayy go Seventy Two, Thirty Four-" Sandor yawned widely and opened his eyes groggily. "Sorry, what number was your Garde again?"
"Seven." I shot him a deadpan look, "Seventy Two my ass-if only we had so many Loric here."
"And I thought I was the only one who knew the meaning of ass here." Sandor laughed, turning over to continue his siesta. "Good for Seven. Just keep her from killing Nine before we even land."
I shot him a cheshire grin, and reclined back into the seat. "I'll try, Sandor, I'll try."
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That's about it! I know it seems a bit rushed, but in my defense, this was my first attempt at writing fanfiction. :p
I might write more if I get time,featuring other Garde from the time they travelled to Earth, too.
Do tell me what you think! :)
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