Moments 51-60
Title: Moments (51-6-)
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.
Sacrifice
It was actually a great idea. No such thought had crossed my mind at all, and maybe nobody-not even Jared-had considered that. But it was the only way it could work.
Melanie had suggested it. What better way to cause damage than a wild human? But she would need my silver-rimmed eyes. This could work; we could be able to save them, to save us, to save him. Because I wanted him to live. I didn't want him to be a soul.
So it was set. I would be inserted in Melanie's body again to cause massive destruction and mayhem like a human, just with authority of a soul. I would have to do it; my small, fragile body would never be able to cause damage like Melanie's can.
But we have to work together. We think it, we do it. But for that to work, I have to get overwhelmed. I just thank God that I don't have to use Jared for that. Because even if I am in Mel's body, Ian is the man for me. If Melanie can be unleashed, we can do it.
So as soon as our lips touched-his delicious ones and my previous body's-I began to lose myself in the kiss. My hands tangled in his hair as he kissed my neck-Melanie's neck-but my hands tightened and one went down to his jaw.
A punch across his beautiful face was heard; Melanie had control of her body. But she let me kiss that spot tenderly to somehow make it feel better.
He had to understand that this was a way to save him. So we both had to swallow our whining we were planning to release for now so we could save his world, our world, in my sister's body.
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Kick in the Head
I walked through Doc's office with Wanda's wounded body in my arms. Jared was there and he had was responsible for causing this damage. I sat her down on one of the cots and Doc asked me what had happened with great urgency.
"I'm surprised you don't know, Doc. He likes to women," I pointed my eyes-full of venom and frustration-at Jared.
Doc stayed silent and started to examine Wanda.
"That's not a woman, Ian," he said.
"You don't consider her one because you believe she's your enemy when she's trying to be your friend," I pointed out.
"Those things are not friendly, Ian. Get it in your head. I should have taken you on the raid with us," he spat.
"I would have still given her a chance," I said.
"Why? Your brother would have made you see that much of a sense."
"I'm not completely heartless."
We paused and I looked at Wanda. She was trying not to hear our argument, but I knew she was rejecting everything we were saying. She still thought of herself as a bother here.
"Look at her, Jared. She's harmless, and doesn't even like the idea of violence. How could she defend herself? You're bigger than her; she can't even push you! Do you think she's going to fight you? When she's not even your enemy?" I wanted for him to feel guilt because it wasn't fair for Wanda.
"It's a parasite. When it gets the chance, it'll rat us out, including you. There are no friends in this world," he said as he turned away.
He was wrong. Wanda was a friend. We could trust her and she wouldn't like to go against us.
"You'll see you're wrong, Jared," I said coldly.
"I don't have to see anything, Ian."
"You know, you're not only hurting Wanda, but also Melanie. She can feel what Wanda feels and I be she's hurt emotionally by your cruelty," I reminded.
He tensed as he walked out the door. I walked out after him, not quite finished with my comments.
"And Jared, next time you want to kiss her and hurt her like that, I'll be waiting to kick your ass." That was a warning to him.
I knew I got him when I mentioned Melanie, but he had to picture the fact that she had someone in her, someone who didn't want to harm anyone, someone that was losing love for him and finding a different type of friend in me.
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No Way Out
I ran as fast as my short legs would permit. I was gasping for air, but it was as if the oxygen was against me as well. The newcomers were coming after me. However, I had the upper hand advantage: I knew the directions of the caves. However, they could outrun me at any moment. And they did. Most of them were men; two women ran with the pack.
I had to stop. They circled around me like lionesses surrounding their prey. I knew I hadn't done any harm to them, but I couldn't ask why they wanted to hurt me. I was a soul and they considered me a murderer, even if Ian had warned them not to come near me.
I looked at each of their faces, recognizing some in the mix. One of the two women, a girl that had mentioned she was Ian's friend, stared at me with cold, green eyes, daggers of hatred. Ian's father was there, too. I automatically saw his blue eyes. They were just like Ian's, but with Kyle's angry stare. I doubt Ian would look like them, even if he was as mad as they were.
I froze and took a deep breath, not knowing when they would strike. But it didn't take them a second to come at me. I tried to avoid them, but I was unsuccessful; I didn't want to be violent like them. They were making so much noise as if they wanted to be heard. Finally, one of them caught me by my waist and held me close to him. I desperately wanted to believe it was Ian, but the crowd was yelling in encouragement instead of protest. I screamed as loud as I could so that I could get someone's attention, but the strong man covered my mouth with his hand.
Unconsciously, I bit him and ended up giving an even more piercing scream than the last one. The man placed his elbow on my throat and began to block out my oxygen. I was about to die. I began to cough and fight for some air, but I couldn't get enough. I kicked and writhed in pain, and even tried swinging myself around, but Ian's "friend", Darcy, and Ian's father came to me and hit me so I could stop. I didn't.
I felt that my eyes were rolling back into my head when the pressure and the mob's yells stopped. A loud WHOOSH was heard and the man that was choking me released me. I fell to my knees, worried I might have been shot by the ruthless humans. But that wasn't it. I was rubbing my throat inhaling and exhaling roughly, coughing harder than before. Yet I managed to look up and notice Ian there with glock in hand and a furious expression on his face. He obviously wasn't mad at me.
Jeb had his rifle with him and Jared had his gun as well. Melanie had two of her own (she called them "BB guns"), and Kyle and Jamie had a machete held firmly in their hands. I hadn't noticed I was crying silently. I was scared and hurt and the body I had made me feel even more helpless. The crowd moved away and let Ian pass. He carried me and didn't look back. Instead, he looked at my teary face and hurting neck. I could feel everybody's gaze on us, but all I could do was look at Ian. He was worried and upset, and his eyes gleamed with that light that made them wonderful. He disregarded the fact that his father was within the crowd, and even one of the people that hurt me, and didn't dare to care for them, even if the other humans went against him. He didn't worry about the person he shot, either. He preoccupied himself with my injuries and rescued me from a place I knew I wouldn't have gotten out on my own.
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Rejection
This was a strange feeling. Thousands of butterflies jostled in my stomach as the new sensation made its appearance.
We kissed each other passionately. His hands roamed though my body while my hands knotted in his hair. He was making me gasp and squeal with his touches and kisses that I was ready to explode.
I was smiling, almost smugly, but it was only a matter of time before it had to end.
"Wanda," he breathed.
I thought he was moaning out my name, but he was calling me, trying to get my attention. He can have more than that.
"Wanda," he removed his lips from my neck, "we can't do this."
My eyes opened with shock. "What?"
"We just can't," he wasn't explaining himself.
"What do you mean?" I felt goose bumps now. Why did he stop?
"I can't do this to you." I didn't understand his reason.
"What can't you do to me? You're not doing anything wrong," I panted.
"I can't…love you in this sense," he said.
"What do you mean that you can't 'love' me?" I was kind of getting angry.
"It wouldn't be fair to you," he said.
"But this is fair," I tried to convince him.
"You don't get it."
"Then explain to me what I don't get."
"I don't think we can make love in a place like this. If you get pregnant, you're the one who will suffer. I don't want that for you."
"But I really want you right now," I said heatedly. I touched my lips to his abruptly, but he pushed me away. He pushed me away!
"No, Wanda." He held my eyes with his, but I couldn't keep focus. I was crying. "I want you too, so much that you won't believe me. But Wanda, think about it. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"But-Ian…" I broke off because I started to let my tears fall and sobs escape my throat.
"Wanda," he breathed deeply, "please. I don't want to hurt you," he said as he hugged me.
I just kept sobbing harder, ignoring his warnings. Then he caught on to why I was crying.
"Oh no," he said as he looked at my face. "No, I hurt you, your feelings. Wanda, I-" He didn't finish. He felt terrible, I knew he did.
"I really want you, Ian," I whimpered.
He searched my face without a real reason and then gave up. "Oh, Wanda!" he cried.
And then he captured my lips with his so passionately that I didn't know what I felt anymore.
I reacted and kissed him back hard. Unfortunately, he recoiled again.
"Wanda, no. We can't. It's not safe," he said.
"Then, when can we?" I croaked giving up.
"When all of this is over. I promise. We can do this whenever you ask, just not right now. Not when we are in danger."
But I understood now. I didn't know what I felt because I was so new to these human emotions, well Pet's anyway. However, I felt slighted. Ian had pushed me away, for a good reason, but he pushed me.
"I understand Ian," I whispered, but kept crying afterwards, eventually falling asleep on his chest. Why did he have to be so considerate?
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Fairy Tale
The life she was living seemed so wonderful and great. The man that loved her was unbelievable. The 'betrayal' as she put it really didn't sound so wrong. Doc didn't kill her, she got a new body, Melanie was back, Ian wasn't suffering, and everyone seems to be content about that.
It was unrealistic having the long awaited happy ending. It felt like a dream, having it all so perfect. They all got what they wanted. And everyone in the caves accepted her now. Even those who hadn't before.
She didn't want to be a parasite and she didn't want to be a bother to anyone, but when you're wanted, needed and loved, why renounce that? Ian said she had earned a right to live even though she didn't think so, yet now she was glad that she was wrong.
Now, as she walked down that aisle to meet her beloved, she thanked God for giving her a second chance. Because that prince charming was waiting for his princess with that ring that would continue their story, their happily every after.
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Magic
It wasn't truly a surprise, although they wished that it hadn't happened.
Ian, Jared and Melanie held them off-four of them (or so they thought)-while Wanda went running to get Doc, Jeb and Kyle.
When she reached the kitchen to request the help, one of the Seekers that slipped by the others tackled her to the rough, spiky ground, making her scrape her delicate chin, elbows, hands, and knees.
The malignant soul was ready to strike until Ian came and slapped her off Wanda.
Jared caught her and placed fresh Chloroform on her face, knocking her out instantly.
However, veryone directed their attention to the blonde in Ian's arms. She was bleeding, the warm liquid flowing out from her wounds.
He was silent, analyzing her hurt form and ordered Doc to hurry to the clinic.
They sprinted through the shady halls and reached the office, placed Wanda on a cot, and hurriedly took out the medicine.
Ian took the No Pain, Heal, Seal, and Smooth out of Doc's hands and attended to Wanda's cuts himself, placing countless layers of the medicine on her injuries so she wouldn't be marked. It worked quickly, the unbelievable sprays and creams, and he wondered how he would have been able to cure her if they didn't have the materials that worked like magic.
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Do Not Disturb
Jamie yawned through the dark halls as he headed to his room.
The soccer game and Wanda's lesson really had him and everyone beat. But as he passed by the red and silver doors, there was a little squeak that echoed from that room.
Out of curiosity, he went and placed his ear on one of the doors to listen closely.
He held her in his arms tightly, but gently, and touched his lips to her pretty forehead.
Her deep breaths reached his bare chest as he caressed her golden locks. They were in abyss, losing themselves in the moment.
He suddenly heard an echoed thud and apparently, the metal door to their room was knocked down. Jamie was on the other side, kneeling down, with a shocked expression.
"Oops." He murmured. "Ian, what are you-"but he was interrupted by the sight.
However, Ian wasn't really paying attention. He looked down to see if the girl had reacted. He looked up and realized Jamie was there. And quietly, he whispered, "Shhh, she's sleeping", as he cradled her closer.
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Horror
I couldn't imagine him in the shoes of my kind. He was meant to be human only and even if my species was considered itself as 'harmless', it would be immoral and wrong. I didn't want him to be caught. I would give myself up first. He's resistant and would not let a soul take over his system; but it's better to leave the risk behind.
That was the worst thing that could happen to us, to him. He wouldn't be the same. The soul would love me because I'm Ian's companion, but I would not love the soul as I love Ian. It was a terrible sight; he was violently taken from me; our arms were almost ripped off because we wouldn't let go of each other. At this moment, he's probably one of them now. Once I lose him to them, I'm no longer one percent soul, but rather one-hundred percent human. He would expose the resistance and try to find me, even if his mind screamed not to. His neck would be scarred, his blood would be shed, and his mind controlled.
Now I considered my people monsters. They don't have the right to end lives like this. His was too beautiful and it would be a crime to kill him. His mind and body should be his own and his eyes should only shine blue, without the silver rim.
As I heard my prison door open, I saw him standing in the entrance.
"Wanda," he breathed.
I scrutinized his eyes and their shiny silver rings were what I needed for conformation. It was the most hideous thing I had ever seen. He lost his meaning once that soul entered him.
I widened my eyes at the disgusting horror and backed up into the wall.
"Come to me, Wanda," he…no, it said.
However, I understood what he said. 'I love you. Get away because this isn't me.'
So I ran out of the gated square with a piercing scream. It was a message for him, one only he would understand.
'I love you, too. I'll save you from them.'
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Two Roads
The woman with warm, blue eyes looked at the girl that her son had brought to meet her. She had a lovely face, and everything about her screamed fragile. However, there was that hidden strength that could only be seen by those that knew her. Even if the woman didn't know the girl with the angelic face she knew that her appearance deceived those that underestimated her. She didn't know her, but she knew that she was very strong. Maybe that was just her thoughts, and she was trying to convince herself that the girl her son fell in love with was kind-hearted and gentle. She hoped that would be why Ian loved a soul.
The woman had never imagined this for her son. There was nothing she could do since they were already married. She could support her son's decision, as only a mother could, would, and should do. She felt slightly uncomfortable about it all, but she saw that her son was happy and the woman he loved made him happy. It was only because of that detail that she approved of the blonde-haired soul.
Her husband, however, was not so lenient and was trying to convince his son that he should leave the soul and kill it. Why would he marry such a disgusting thing? Ian didn't listen to the words his father said. It's not like it was wrong to love someone, or be married to her. That's why he remarked to his father that Wanda wasn't disgusting, and she certainly wasn't a thing. Why would his father question him if he was married as well? His father wasn't being fair and his attitude wasn't helping.
"If you're one of us humans, you should act like us and leave it alone, Ian," his father said.
"Dad, I never said I wasn't one of us humans. If I was inhumane, I wouldn't be able to love, or care, or feel any emotions. Don't you get it? I'm not leaving her," Ian explained.
"Don't give me that corny bull crap, son," his father answered dryly. "It's either her, or us. You choose."
His wife heard the conversation and couldn't sit by and let her husband threaten her son. She excused herself from where Wanda and her were talking and stood.
"He doesn't have to choose anything, Bob," his wife said.
The said man jumped. "Ellen, this is a matter of life or death. I would really like it if we all got to keep our lives."
"Nobody's dying here. The girl's not going to come and attack you," his wife reasoned. "Ian, don't listen to him. He's a heartless idiot that's too proud for his own good," his mother said.
"Hey, wait a minute!" his father interjected.
His wife stared at him with cold, blue eyes. "She's a nice girl and Ian's happy. You're not changing his mind, honey."
"What makes you think I won't?" his father said, disregarding the fact that Ian was standing right next to him.
"Because Love is very stubborn; it can't be changed. It's the reason why they're married, it's the reason why we're married. Now, stop acting like a child and be happy for your son," Ellen said calmly. She turned to Ian as her husband murmured something around the lines of 'Why'd I even marry you?'
"I'm glad that you found someone kind," she said. "I was worried that in the place we live in, you wouldn't get that chance."
Ian smiled. "Thank you, mom."
She returned the smile. "That's what I'm here for. Now, let me go chat with my daughter-in-law. I bet we have a lot of things in common." Ellen, Ian's mother, said in a sing-song tone before she turned on her heel and made her way to where Wanda was. She knew her son made the right choice by marrying her. At least in the little world they lived in, he was able to pick a good wife on his own.
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Playing the Melody
I heard our baby laughing when I got home from work. His little laugh was adorable. I wondered what Wanda had done to make him chuckle like that. I turned the key and opened the door, but I didn't want to interrupt them just yet. I rounded the corner to the living room and smiled as I saw that Martin was jumping as his mother tried to poke him and catch him. She was playing with him.
In her right hand, she had one of his toys; it was the one with the colorful drums and a small piano. She was singing to him and following the rhythm as she caught Martin in her arms when she set the toy down. She had a lovely voice, musical and high-pitched. She pressed his small body to her rosy cheeks and began to sing a different song.
She walked over to the black piano I had bought for us because Wanda was fascinated when she discovered how music worked. There were a lot of things she discovered when we were finally free to leave the caves. She began to play Fur Elise. It fit her; I had to admit it was soft and cute, like her. It didn't surprise me that she learned to play it.
"I didn't know you could play Elise," I let myself be know by saying.
She turned with a smile. "I was wondering when you would talk."
"I didn't want to interrupt," I said.
"You're not." She stood to kiss me.
"Martin enjoys it a lot," I noted.
"Yeah, I've practiced. With this piano, I get to entertain him and lull him to sleep." I liked her method.
"That's creative," I said when I hugged her. She wrapped her arms around my neck so she could steal a kiss.
"Mommy and daddy love each other," we heard him say.
"Yes, we do," I said as we walked toward him so I could carry him. "And we love you, too."
He hugged me.
"I know how to pway the piano, daddy," he said.
"You do?" I asked with as much surprise as I could gather.
"Mommy showed me."
"He's three and already knows how to play this?" I asked Wanda.
"Loater on, I'll teach him how to clean the house," she winked as she took her seat and continued to play her song.
Martin began to bounce as Wanda and I hummed the song.