A/N: Number 3, is HERE! Time for angusty Ian! Ah, I love angusty Ian.
Does that mean I own him, The 39 Clues, Prefect, or P!nk? No! Summary: Ian wanted Natalie to feel prefect, even if he himself was far from it.
One night, Natalie ran into the mannor crying, runnig right into Ian's expectant arms. After the clues hunt, he had become a very good caretaker, and knew when Natalie would be crying. "Sh, it's okay. Your fine." he crooned softly to her "No, no I'm not." she cried into his sweater, "I'm not prefect."
Made a wrong turn, once or twice
More then once had Ian made a bad choice.
Dug my way out, blood and fire
All the time, he had gotten out of each squeeze.
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down
There's always a "I'm fine, go away!" moment in life, and Ian had many.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
His friends mistook him to be a tyrant, he second guessed his whole life, and his whole branch underestimated him.
Look, I'm still around
He had survived.
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
He wanted Natalie to feel prefect, not broken, not scared, not ANYTHING but happy.
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing
You're f*ckin' perfect to me!
And, she was! The best thing in Ian's life was her smile, her glowing eyes at the newest fads and fashion.
You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead
He wanted the best for her, more then anything in the world.
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred...such a tired game
It's enough! I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same
He had seen her face when their mother had shot her. So scared. Their mother was a demon.
Oh, pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
"You are! You are prefect!" he told her, but she shook her haed and cotinued to sob.
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing
You're f*ckin' perfect to me
The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
Ian had drunk, but never near Natalie. He wanted her to think he was good. Nothing like their father.
So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?
Why? Who did this to such a young girl? Ian wantec to kill them.
Why do I do that..?
Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby..!
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're f*cking perfect to me
"Yes, you ARE!" Ian stressed, engulfing her in his hug.
You're perfect, you're perfect!
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty please, if you ever feel like you're nothing
You are perfect to me...
"Oh so prefect..."
A/N: Two more to go! Yay! See what I can do...