Author's Note: Ever since I saw the second SAW film, I believed there was a strong connection between John and Amanda, that there was something very deep and unspoken there. After seeing the third film, my suspicions were confirmed more than I could have ever hoped for. Being an avid John/Amanda shipper, I present to you SAW: Metamorphosis, a fill-in-the-blank fanfiction delving as deep into the characters of John and Amanda and their relationship as I possibly can. I hope that you enjoy it. Please read and review! Criticism is every writer's best friend and worst enemy.

Jeff, Lynn, John, and Amanda are copywright and property of Twisted Pictures, Liongate, Leigh Whannell, and James Wan. They do not belong to me. The writing belongs to me 100.

PROLOGUE

"...I forgive you. I forgive you, you bastard!"

The buzzing of the saw suddenly filled the small make-shift "hospital" room, and the middle aged man, deranged from the past 24 hours or so, ran headlong into his self-destruction. Pale jaws that still had the stubble from the morning quivered in anger, his teeth clenched, his cut cheek was beginning to swell with the first signs of infection. Madness gleamed in his eyes, and he succumbed to his vengeance completely, without a second thought. It would be his downfall, but whether he realized it or not did not matter. He had made his choice and did not give a damn. With one quick stroke, the blade sliced cleanly into the bedridden man's neck, and blood poured forth as if from a fountain, an elixir of life. A small gasp, maybe, his pale blue eyes widening with just the tiniest bit of surprise, but that was all.

Jeff's shoulders heaved as he turned the saw off, an insane smile of triumph on his face. He had at last gotten revenge on them all. All of those who had wronged him were dead. This man's death meant only that he and Lynn could go home to their daughter and continue living their lives in peace. The fucker looked like he was ready to drop dead anyway when he showed up, so why did it matter?

His mind briefly caught the sound of the man's heart rate on the monitor begin to slow down, and the old man's hand rose slowly to press the PLAY button of a tape recorder. His voice filled the small room with a deafening intensity, and he couldn't even hear Lynn's sobs and cries of desperation as he heard the familiar voice from before ellicit from the tape recorder, and he felt a lump rise in his throat. Dear God, what have I done...? He thought in abject horror.

John paid no attention to his voice coming from the tape recorder, or Jeff's shock. They had made their own choices, all of them. He couldn't have stopped them, couldn't have given them any more than he had. Forgiveness was denied him, and although it left a heavy burden on his heart, the death of Amanda was more painful. He had tried so hard to save her. He had already broken part of the rules by helping her. He had warned her, had encouraged her. John would never have done such a thing for just anyone. But he would have done it for her...he would have done all he could for her, and he did. But she didn't listen. It became too much for her, and she...

How did it come to this? he thought, taking a rasping breath. His heart was broken...he felt sick. Sicker than he ever had. He knew death was coming, and let memories wash over him. How did we get here?

John closed his eyes and let himself remember...remember when one woman had changed his life, more than she could ever know.