Moments 21-30
Title: Moments (21-30)
Rating: K+
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ian / Wanda
Genre: Romance / General
Warnings: Spoiler alert throughout the series
Story type: drabbles/one-shots
Author's Notes: These are drabbles that I wrote a while back and I decided to post them here. They can be a slice-of-life type, but also contain a few reflective scenes here and there. Also, some of these are ideas for fics that I never really got to write completely, so they ended up being drabbles instead. I hope you all enjoy!
Synopsis: A series of drabbles featuring our favorite adorable couple! Enjoy the different adventures these two live while in multiple settings filled with sweet feelings! Contains spoilers.
Vacation
She ran into the water giggling, teasing me that I couldn't catch her. Her golden hair shined in the sunlight and it bounced coquettishly.
"Come on Ian, you said you would teach me how to swim!" She reminded.
"It's quite easy, honey, but can we save that lesson for later? I wanted to try something with you." I proposed.
"Well, then, show me! Don't keep me waiting!"
I ran after her and took her hand. I led her to a spot that wasn't so deep, but also, not so shallow. A part that was just right. I snaked my arms around her waist as hers reached both sides of my face and I touched my forehead to hers. Our lips pressed together delicately, but with every passing second, delicate turned into fervent. We tightened our grip on each other and we began to sink into the ocean.
A kiss underwater was something new, but we both managed to enjoy it with no surprise. Air wasn't necessary as long as I tasted those sweet lips of hers on mine. Her bathing suit looked extravaggent and the cloth ribbons that surrounded her skirt-like bikini made her look like a beautiful jellyfish. Her hair floated up as I opened my eyes to stare into her gorgeous silver eyes. I just needed to kiss her again to complement this scenario. Wanda in the deep blue glow was a sight to see and I was blessed to have married her yesterday.
We swam up to catch our breaths and went back to the shore to dry off and continue with our honeymoon. It's ironic how we can enjoy sand like we did when we walked for a while. To think a few months ago we were in hiding with a desert surrounding us and now we come and relax in a place full of sand, but it's not a desert, and it's not paranoia; it's a beach and this is a vacation, our first day of marriage.
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Nature
It was the human instinct to react in certain ways to certain situations. If something goes wrong, you get angry; if something goes your way, you feel triumphant; if a tragedy occurs, you cry; if something is humorous, you laugh. That was normal.
There were hardships in the caves and many felt miserable, but we managed to get through it all. There were some disappointments and most people groaned and complained. I would stay quiet while Ian did all the talking and when there was danger, he came and protected me so I wouldn't get hurt. But I thought everyone did that for the ones they loved.
Ian is special, though. H definitely cares more and works harder and spoils me way more than anyone else. I thought it was just the human capacity to do that, his human capacity. When disagreements come about, he's present in the brawl, but once I get in his line of sight, he automatically turns and smiles at me. He could never stay angry once he sees me. Because it's in his nature, because that's how he is and how he loves me.
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Cat
She earned her name by travelling. Every planet she lived on, she enjoyed, but none as much as her ninth.
She found true happiness, sympathy, and love. He was her anchor and accepted her whether she was a centipede, a soul, a human, or any other kind of alien. He was attracted to her personality, not her body. He enjoyed her company by the way she was.
She began to feel for her human friends and her human host and knew she had to make them all happy. It was ironic that in her ninth life, she would have to renounce what she had. She would suffer and he would suffer, but that adventure would always be remembered. And although it was best to be fair, she would trade all her experiences. Because Wanderer, the soul, would exchange her nine full lives for a human life span.
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No Time
You wake up at midnight and she's not in your arms; you're sprawled out on the bed freely, your limbs hanging from the mattress.
You panic, worried that you might be too late to stop her and jump out of the bed, and knock the door down in your haste to search for her. You look around trying with great difficulty to spot her form somewhere, anywhere. You run back and forward, questioning anyone you see if they had seen her.
You wonder if she's still alive or is she's already gone, but you block that thought with a stronger one full of hope.
'Wanda, Wanda, you better be around here. You better let me find you.' You yell in you head.
You spot Jared, tears in his eyes, and ask him if he's seen here. As he stays silent, you realize that you have tears of your own running down your face-tears of rage, tears of anguish, tears of love.
You ignore him and run to Doc's office, but you freeze in the door way as her unconscious form comes into your view. Your eyes widen and your body begins to shake as you advance towards the girl on the cot; you're only concerned if she's in there or not.
You don't bother to look around to notice the doctor. You hug the girl's body to yours tenderly and carefully, regretting ever falling asleep.
It's like the sand in the hour glass had run out. Her time was up and you felt like you couldn't do anything about that. She was gone and you would never see her again.
"She's in here, Ian." The doctor tells you.
You stiffly look away from the body to focus on Doc.
"What have you done to her?" You ask.
He hands you the cryotank the kind soul is in and you cradle it in your arms, you carry her in your arms.
"She told me to do it." He finally answers.
"And you listened to her?" You ask incredulously.
"It was the only way to be fair." He replies.
"Don't give me that crap about fairness. Nobody was being fair with her Doc, nobody." You growl through your teeth.
"But Ian-"
"Don't you 'Ian' me. You know just as much as I do that we need her. You should have denied."
"Then how do you expect we save humans?"
"You shouldn't have listened anyways. You know how she is."
"Too self-sacrificing. But she did it for a good reason." You didn't notice Jared as he walked in; he surprises you when he spoke.
"I don't have the time and patience to deal with you, Howe." You threaten.
"Then I suggest a new body should be fair for her?" He asks.
You hesitate, analyzing the thought. It sounds better the second time he mentions it, the moment when you can't stand the pain to lose her.
"Fine, but I don't care what she looks like as long as she has a body."
He walks out the door, but you stay with the woman you love, caring for her, making sure she's safe. Because at the moment, you can't afford to waste time. Because with every passing minute, your fear increases in the point where you think she won't make it out of here.
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Trouble Lurking
The impatience was killing him, wondering when the centipede would make its trip through the labyrinth that was the caves he lived in. It would have to walk around some time or another. It was annoying, having to wait for his enemy, irritating even, knowing that even if he had to upper hand advantage, it wouldn't be that fun killing a disgusting body-stealing worm.
But as time passed and guilt grew in him since that last encounter in its prison, he was uncomfortable. He didn't feel right, just standing there, wasting time for something that was so easy to hunt. Something he could crush in his arms until it rendered completely and gave up on life. The 'it' was confusing him. It brought up feelings he thought he would never feel towards one of them. Bewilderment, remorse, shame, restraint. He was restraining himself from going into its cave-having to face Jared first-and getting Jeb's rifle so he could have a clear chance to shoot it dead, or maybe beat it to a bloody pulp.
There came a time where he had to give up and let himself get absorbed in his own serene atmosphere. That was the night he began to have a change of mind, a different opinion against the souls he abhorred so much. 'It', no, she was not fighting back; she was shying away from them, trying to avoid them if possible, wanting to be safe and away from the humans' murderous hands. They saw each other as enemies, adversaries in a war for survival, but how could a girl such as the one who had arrived a few days before be such a great danger to any of them? He didn't let his guard down, but he would renounce his loitering days and hopes of the soul-invaded body coming his way so he would kill her.
It was not for him, what he was doing. It was better fit for his older brother. That's why he would change, because this was what his brother did, not him. And he realized he did right when he saw the beauty in her-the soul he hated, the 'it' he tried to murder-and gave thanks for the change of heart. He wouldn't have gotten to get to know her and noted that lingering in the dark corridors with dark hope was just as wrong as it was inhumane. And he did not want to taste the irony in that.
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Tears
It was wrong to see that liquid fall from his beautiful sapphire eyes. It didn't belong in them; calm embers were always visible.
But as they fell from his face onto her body, she felt a huge pang of guilt well in her. Because she knew that she had made him cry, because she was responsible for his suffering and he didn't deserve to suffer.
He deserved happiness if anyone did. But how could she make it better? She didn't want to be a parasite, a centipede, a worm. She felt like she was killing someone, depriving a human from its life. She didn't want to do that. But she didn't want to leave him either.
She was tied between two desires: the want to not be a bother and the wish to be with him, to love him, to make him happy. And that's why she cried, too. Because all the pain that he was going through was not meant for him at all. That smile he always had should always stay there.
His water works were that of fury, denial, and desire. He couldn't believe she would plan something so huge behind his back. He didn't want for her to go; he believed that they belonged together. He would never accept her departure even if it were for the salvation of the planet Earth itself. He preferred her over anything. He even tried to persuade her that she could stay with Jared as long as she got to stay there. And that's what killed him.
That's what killed them both. She didn't want to be the cause of his tear shed and he didn't want her to leave. They were both hurt, shaking and embracing each other tightly, longing for the moment to last. Because neither of them wanted to be separated, even if what she claimed to be fair was true. The warm tears that landed on her stomach through his buried face made her feel even guiltier for choosing to be just rather than content.
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Sorrow
Her state was worse than when Walter died. But she did not shed tears for her mourning was not the human way. Instead, she stayed silent for three days, grieving over the loss of her fellow souls.
He sat beside her through the entire process, never questioning nor complaining to her about the quietness she held. Because he felt her loss as well. He knew what it felt like to lose a loved one, so he empathized for her, knowing that if he gave her time, she would feel better.
She paid respects to her murdered family members, doing so as only a soul could. He did the same because it was as if he had lost two brothers. Because their families had joined together when they met. Because her pain was his pain; her loss was his loss; her fallen brethren were his and he had to bow his head at that.
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Foreign
As you walk to your room, you hear someone yell, but it's muffled. Something was covering the real sound. A red-wooden door was just that, and by its side was a silver metal door. The O'Shea's room? You hear another retort; the anger was flowing out from under the doors. You start to make out the words they were saying, but you affirm they were arguing.
"I don't understand why you care for it, Ian!" It was Kyle yelling at his younger brother.
"I don't understand how you can be so heartless toward her!" Ian said. He was…defending you?
"Little brother, why do you have to be so naïve? The world doesn't run like it used to anymore. You can't go off trusting those insects." The larger of the two tried to reason.
"You don't take time to know her. If you sacrificed just five seconds of your life, you would know how she is."
"I've sacrificed more than a world unwillingly so that we could be fugitives in the desert. And stop with the whole 'she' thing. That's not a girl, Ian. That's an alien. The body lost its gender when that thing entered."
"You don't consider for Wanda to be a 'she' because you don't care about her. You don't care about her because you're afraid of her. You're worried that seekers might come here. If you really saw who she was, you'd know she wouldn't hurt anyone."
"Like hell it won't hurt anyone because anyone it hurts would hurt it; it's the one's that's scared." Kyle really doesn't know you at all.
"She's a stranger to you, that's why. You don't want to get to know her, but you don't know what you're missing, brother."
"Oh shit, don't tell me." Kyle gasped.
"What?" Ian asked irritated.
"You like it, don't you? You're in love with it?" What was Kyle getting at?
"So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"
"If you're crushing on the alien, then you're our enemy as well, Ian." Kyle threatened.
"Then beware of me being a danger to you, Kyle." Ian replied.
You back away from the doors, shocked at the brothers' conversation. Ian likes you? Even loves you in a way? But Kyle's right; how could he love someone like you?
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Happiness
She was joyful when he accepted her and even more when they became a couple. She jumped with glee when he proposed to her and cried tears of delight on their wedding day. She was filled with excitement when she found out she was pregnant and surpassed that cheerfulness when she gave birth and carried her new-born son in her arms.
But no time could be compared to this kind of happiness. As she watched her son Martin blow the candles on his first year birthday cake and observed her husband cut the cake, she was truly content. As he came to her with their one-year-old son in his arms, she knew joy was with her and it would remain with her during her wonderful human life span.
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Under the Rain
-What happens here when it rains?-
-We all move into the game room.-
Was it awkward or was it like a slumber party?
_Wanda and Jared; Chapter 58_
I finally got to experience that. But it wasn't what I had in mind. I thought everyone would start with excited jabbering at the feeling of rain, but some were complaining when we got to it.
I didn't complain though. I was with Ian, guiding me through the dark tunnels until we reached the game room. We would sleep next to Jamie, but how could I think of sleep when I was so worried? What if Ian didn't feel the same about me in my new body? This thought was haunting, but he would make it very clear once I asked him to explain.
"Ian, I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead baby." He turned to face me once he set the mattress he carried down.
"I was wondering…do you…find me attractive…in this new body?" my question was a bit incoherent due to my nervousness.
"Of course I do, but you know I love you no matter how you look like." He said reassuringly.
"Well then, why don't you hug me tightly or kiss me like before?" I whispered because I was too shy to actually complain to someone like Ian. I was being blunt, but I wanted to know.
"Because…well…" he hesitated, "I'm giving you time to think about this. You, your feelings towards Jared and then…" he trailed off, unprepared to finish his sentence.
"So you're worried about me loving Jared?" I asked.
"Yeah, kind of."
"I don't. I'm not Melanie and you're not Jared. I love you."
A thunderbolt was heard loud and clear and it echoed through the caves.
"So there's no Jared involved in all this?" He asked a tone of relief audible in his voice.
"No, I already though about this and I want you."
"That's what I was hoping you would say."
He took my hands in his and kissed me tenderly, his lips so warm and sweet against mine. It was a new sensation, a better feeling. This body was truly meant to love Ian.
The rain kept falling lightly as we enjoyed each other's company, glad and relieved to have a giant doubt off both our shoulders. It's as if the pure-sky liquid cleansed our minds and cleared our worries. Being under the rain certainly felt incredible.
Rating: K+
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ian / Wanda
Genre: Romance / General
Warnings: Spoiler alert throughout the series
Story type: drabbles/one-shots
Author's Notes: These are drabbles that I wrote a while back and I decided to post them here. They can be a slice-of-life type, but also contain a few reflective scenes here and there. Also, some of these are ideas for fics that I never really got to write completely, so they ended up being drabbles instead. I hope you all enjoy!
Synopsis: A series of drabbles featuring our favorite adorable couple! Enjoy the different adventures these two live while in multiple settings filled with sweet feelings! Contains spoilers.
Vacation
She ran into the water giggling, teasing me that I couldn't catch her. Her golden hair shined in the sunlight and it bounced coquettishly.
"Come on Ian, you said you would teach me how to swim!" She reminded.
"It's quite easy, honey, but can we save that lesson for later? I wanted to try something with you." I proposed.
"Well, then, show me! Don't keep me waiting!"
I ran after her and took her hand. I led her to a spot that wasn't so deep, but also, not so shallow. A part that was just right. I snaked my arms around her waist as hers reached both sides of my face and I touched my forehead to hers. Our lips pressed together delicately, but with every passing second, delicate turned into fervent. We tightened our grip on each other and we began to sink into the ocean.
A kiss underwater was something new, but we both managed to enjoy it with no surprise. Air wasn't necessary as long as I tasted those sweet lips of hers on mine. Her bathing suit looked extravaggent and the cloth ribbons that surrounded her skirt-like bikini made her look like a beautiful jellyfish. Her hair floated up as I opened my eyes to stare into her gorgeous silver eyes. I just needed to kiss her again to complement this scenario. Wanda in the deep blue glow was a sight to see and I was blessed to have married her yesterday.
We swam up to catch our breaths and went back to the shore to dry off and continue with our honeymoon. It's ironic how we can enjoy sand like we did when we walked for a while. To think a few months ago we were in hiding with a desert surrounding us and now we come and relax in a place full of sand, but it's not a desert, and it's not paranoia; it's a beach and this is a vacation, our first day of marriage.
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Nature
It was the human instinct to react in certain ways to certain situations. If something goes wrong, you get angry; if something goes your way, you feel triumphant; if a tragedy occurs, you cry; if something is humorous, you laugh. That was normal.
There were hardships in the caves and many felt miserable, but we managed to get through it all. There were some disappointments and most people groaned and complained. I would stay quiet while Ian did all the talking and when there was danger, he came and protected me so I wouldn't get hurt. But I thought everyone did that for the ones they loved.
Ian is special, though. H definitely cares more and works harder and spoils me way more than anyone else. I thought it was just the human capacity to do that, his human capacity. When disagreements come about, he's present in the brawl, but once I get in his line of sight, he automatically turns and smiles at me. He could never stay angry once he sees me. Because it's in his nature, because that's how he is and how he loves me.
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Cat
She earned her name by travelling. Every planet she lived on, she enjoyed, but none as much as her ninth.
She found true happiness, sympathy, and love. He was her anchor and accepted her whether she was a centipede, a soul, a human, or any other kind of alien. He was attracted to her personality, not her body. He enjoyed her company by the way she was.
She began to feel for her human friends and her human host and knew she had to make them all happy. It was ironic that in her ninth life, she would have to renounce what she had. She would suffer and he would suffer, but that adventure would always be remembered. And although it was best to be fair, she would trade all her experiences. Because Wanderer, the soul, would exchange her nine full lives for a human life span.
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No Time
You wake up at midnight and she's not in your arms; you're sprawled out on the bed freely, your limbs hanging from the mattress.
You panic, worried that you might be too late to stop her and jump out of the bed, and knock the door down in your haste to search for her. You look around trying with great difficulty to spot her form somewhere, anywhere. You run back and forward, questioning anyone you see if they had seen her.
You wonder if she's still alive or is she's already gone, but you block that thought with a stronger one full of hope.
'Wanda, Wanda, you better be around here. You better let me find you.' You yell in you head.
You spot Jared, tears in his eyes, and ask him if he's seen here. As he stays silent, you realize that you have tears of your own running down your face-tears of rage, tears of anguish, tears of love.
You ignore him and run to Doc's office, but you freeze in the door way as her unconscious form comes into your view. Your eyes widen and your body begins to shake as you advance towards the girl on the cot; you're only concerned if she's in there or not.
You don't bother to look around to notice the doctor. You hug the girl's body to yours tenderly and carefully, regretting ever falling asleep.
It's like the sand in the hour glass had run out. Her time was up and you felt like you couldn't do anything about that. She was gone and you would never see her again.
"She's in here, Ian." The doctor tells you.
You stiffly look away from the body to focus on Doc.
"What have you done to her?" You ask.
He hands you the cryotank the kind soul is in and you cradle it in your arms, you carry her in your arms.
"She told me to do it." He finally answers.
"And you listened to her?" You ask incredulously.
"It was the only way to be fair." He replies.
"Don't give me that crap about fairness. Nobody was being fair with her Doc, nobody." You growl through your teeth.
"But Ian-"
"Don't you 'Ian' me. You know just as much as I do that we need her. You should have denied."
"Then how do you expect we save humans?"
"You shouldn't have listened anyways. You know how she is."
"Too self-sacrificing. But she did it for a good reason." You didn't notice Jared as he walked in; he surprises you when he spoke.
"I don't have the time and patience to deal with you, Howe." You threaten.
"Then I suggest a new body should be fair for her?" He asks.
You hesitate, analyzing the thought. It sounds better the second time he mentions it, the moment when you can't stand the pain to lose her.
"Fine, but I don't care what she looks like as long as she has a body."
He walks out the door, but you stay with the woman you love, caring for her, making sure she's safe. Because at the moment, you can't afford to waste time. Because with every passing minute, your fear increases in the point where you think she won't make it out of here.
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Trouble Lurking
The impatience was killing him, wondering when the centipede would make its trip through the labyrinth that was the caves he lived in. It would have to walk around some time or another. It was annoying, having to wait for his enemy, irritating even, knowing that even if he had to upper hand advantage, it wouldn't be that fun killing a disgusting body-stealing worm.
But as time passed and guilt grew in him since that last encounter in its prison, he was uncomfortable. He didn't feel right, just standing there, wasting time for something that was so easy to hunt. Something he could crush in his arms until it rendered completely and gave up on life. The 'it' was confusing him. It brought up feelings he thought he would never feel towards one of them. Bewilderment, remorse, shame, restraint. He was restraining himself from going into its cave-having to face Jared first-and getting Jeb's rifle so he could have a clear chance to shoot it dead, or maybe beat it to a bloody pulp.
There came a time where he had to give up and let himself get absorbed in his own serene atmosphere. That was the night he began to have a change of mind, a different opinion against the souls he abhorred so much. 'It', no, she was not fighting back; she was shying away from them, trying to avoid them if possible, wanting to be safe and away from the humans' murderous hands. They saw each other as enemies, adversaries in a war for survival, but how could a girl such as the one who had arrived a few days before be such a great danger to any of them? He didn't let his guard down, but he would renounce his loitering days and hopes of the soul-invaded body coming his way so he would kill her.
It was not for him, what he was doing. It was better fit for his older brother. That's why he would change, because this was what his brother did, not him. And he realized he did right when he saw the beauty in her-the soul he hated, the 'it' he tried to murder-and gave thanks for the change of heart. He wouldn't have gotten to get to know her and noted that lingering in the dark corridors with dark hope was just as wrong as it was inhumane. And he did not want to taste the irony in that.
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Tears
It was wrong to see that liquid fall from his beautiful sapphire eyes. It didn't belong in them; calm embers were always visible.
But as they fell from his face onto her body, she felt a huge pang of guilt well in her. Because she knew that she had made him cry, because she was responsible for his suffering and he didn't deserve to suffer.
He deserved happiness if anyone did. But how could she make it better? She didn't want to be a parasite, a centipede, a worm. She felt like she was killing someone, depriving a human from its life. She didn't want to do that. But she didn't want to leave him either.
She was tied between two desires: the want to not be a bother and the wish to be with him, to love him, to make him happy. And that's why she cried, too. Because all the pain that he was going through was not meant for him at all. That smile he always had should always stay there.
His water works were that of fury, denial, and desire. He couldn't believe she would plan something so huge behind his back. He didn't want for her to go; he believed that they belonged together. He would never accept her departure even if it were for the salvation of the planet Earth itself. He preferred her over anything. He even tried to persuade her that she could stay with Jared as long as she got to stay there. And that's what killed him.
That's what killed them both. She didn't want to be the cause of his tear shed and he didn't want her to leave. They were both hurt, shaking and embracing each other tightly, longing for the moment to last. Because neither of them wanted to be separated, even if what she claimed to be fair was true. The warm tears that landed on her stomach through his buried face made her feel even guiltier for choosing to be just rather than content.
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Sorrow
Her state was worse than when Walter died. But she did not shed tears for her mourning was not the human way. Instead, she stayed silent for three days, grieving over the loss of her fellow souls.
He sat beside her through the entire process, never questioning nor complaining to her about the quietness she held. Because he felt her loss as well. He knew what it felt like to lose a loved one, so he empathized for her, knowing that if he gave her time, she would feel better.
She paid respects to her murdered family members, doing so as only a soul could. He did the same because it was as if he had lost two brothers. Because their families had joined together when they met. Because her pain was his pain; her loss was his loss; her fallen brethren were his and he had to bow his head at that.
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Foreign
As you walk to your room, you hear someone yell, but it's muffled. Something was covering the real sound. A red-wooden door was just that, and by its side was a silver metal door. The O'Shea's room? You hear another retort; the anger was flowing out from under the doors. You start to make out the words they were saying, but you affirm they were arguing.
"I don't understand why you care for it, Ian!" It was Kyle yelling at his younger brother.
"I don't understand how you can be so heartless toward her!" Ian said. He was…defending you?
"Little brother, why do you have to be so naïve? The world doesn't run like it used to anymore. You can't go off trusting those insects." The larger of the two tried to reason.
"You don't take time to know her. If you sacrificed just five seconds of your life, you would know how she is."
"I've sacrificed more than a world unwillingly so that we could be fugitives in the desert. And stop with the whole 'she' thing. That's not a girl, Ian. That's an alien. The body lost its gender when that thing entered."
"You don't consider for Wanda to be a 'she' because you don't care about her. You don't care about her because you're afraid of her. You're worried that seekers might come here. If you really saw who she was, you'd know she wouldn't hurt anyone."
"Like hell it won't hurt anyone because anyone it hurts would hurt it; it's the one's that's scared." Kyle really doesn't know you at all.
"She's a stranger to you, that's why. You don't want to get to know her, but you don't know what you're missing, brother."
"Oh shit, don't tell me." Kyle gasped.
"What?" Ian asked irritated.
"You like it, don't you? You're in love with it?" What was Kyle getting at?
"So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"
"If you're crushing on the alien, then you're our enemy as well, Ian." Kyle threatened.
"Then beware of me being a danger to you, Kyle." Ian replied.
You back away from the doors, shocked at the brothers' conversation. Ian likes you? Even loves you in a way? But Kyle's right; how could he love someone like you?
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Happiness
She was joyful when he accepted her and even more when they became a couple. She jumped with glee when he proposed to her and cried tears of delight on their wedding day. She was filled with excitement when she found out she was pregnant and surpassed that cheerfulness when she gave birth and carried her new-born son in her arms.
But no time could be compared to this kind of happiness. As she watched her son Martin blow the candles on his first year birthday cake and observed her husband cut the cake, she was truly content. As he came to her with their one-year-old son in his arms, she knew joy was with her and it would remain with her during her wonderful human life span.
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Under the Rain
-What happens here when it rains?-
-We all move into the game room.-
Was it awkward or was it like a slumber party?
_Wanda and Jared; Chapter 58_
I finally got to experience that. But it wasn't what I had in mind. I thought everyone would start with excited jabbering at the feeling of rain, but some were complaining when we got to it.
I didn't complain though. I was with Ian, guiding me through the dark tunnels until we reached the game room. We would sleep next to Jamie, but how could I think of sleep when I was so worried? What if Ian didn't feel the same about me in my new body? This thought was haunting, but he would make it very clear once I asked him to explain.
"Ian, I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead baby." He turned to face me once he set the mattress he carried down.
"I was wondering…do you…find me attractive…in this new body?" my question was a bit incoherent due to my nervousness.
"Of course I do, but you know I love you no matter how you look like." He said reassuringly.
"Well then, why don't you hug me tightly or kiss me like before?" I whispered because I was too shy to actually complain to someone like Ian. I was being blunt, but I wanted to know.
"Because…well…" he hesitated, "I'm giving you time to think about this. You, your feelings towards Jared and then…" he trailed off, unprepared to finish his sentence.
"So you're worried about me loving Jared?" I asked.
"Yeah, kind of."
"I don't. I'm not Melanie and you're not Jared. I love you."
A thunderbolt was heard loud and clear and it echoed through the caves.
"So there's no Jared involved in all this?" He asked a tone of relief audible in his voice.
"No, I already though about this and I want you."
"That's what I was hoping you would say."
He took my hands in his and kissed me tenderly, his lips so warm and sweet against mine. It was a new sensation, a better feeling. This body was truly meant to love Ian.
The rain kept falling lightly as we enjoyed each other's company, glad and relieved to have a giant doubt off both our shoulders. It's as if the pure-sky liquid cleansed our minds and cleared our worries. Being under the rain certainly felt incredible.