Author's Note: Stephenie Meyer's The Host is still pretty stinking new, so this is your OFFICIAL SPOILER WARNING. I own nothing. Blah, blah.

P.S. - Please, please have a sense of humor. I was having fun. :)

"Ain't No Planet Far Enough - Ian and Wanda"

A giggly blonde girl stepped onto the rough plywood stage Uncle Jeb constructed on that silly whim of his. The entire colony was assembled in the game room, and even the other human colonies had been invited. Burns and Nate sat near Doc and Shannon. The red-head would have been uncomfortable, had not Doc Eustace's arm been draped around her.

How had this incident come about in the first place?

"Jared, what is this machine for?" Wanda asked. A small television screen was attached to something neither DVD or its ancient counterpart, VHS. "CD+G? What does that mean?"

The bulky man looked up from the pile of candy he had just shoved into his duffle bag -- also a recent aquirement. Well, when raiding an empty department store at night, the spoils are spectacular (the Souls had been talking holidays seriously -- a day off was an entire 24-hours off).

Jared scratched his head thoughtfully and walked over to where Wanda was poking the contraption of plastic, wire and glass. "Ka-ray-ok-kee," she sounded out. "That means... oh, if I were still in Melanie's brain, she would know. A Souls-only body seems to know nothing more than the Soul."

He laughed, "Hey, Kyle, look what the silver-eyes found. A karaoke machine!"

The other man came over, "Dude, that's weird. It's a really old model, too. What songs does it have?" He browsed the stack of disc-cases next to it.

Jared lifted the medium-sized machine into his large hands, "It's battery powered, too. We don't necessarily need it, but..."

"Let's take it anyway. The Souls already have enough of the fun to themselves anyway," Kyle stuffed it into his bag, next to the Twix box he just pilfered.

"But what is it?!" Wanda whined.

The ride in the jeep back to the Caves was enlightening, and Wanda discovered a knack for... songwriting...

"C'mon, Ian," the pixie beckons, her silver eyes shining. "Mel...?"

"Trying, honey," huffed the mahogany-haired woman. She was busy trying to pull her beau onto the stage. Ian grudgingly stepped into the make-shift spotlight. "Baby, you're the one who brought the thing home," Melanie pouted at Jared, "you gotta do this."

"For a price," he growled, pulling his girl close to him. She kissed him fiercely, then whispered, "The rest later."

From offstage in the darkness, Jamie motioned vomitting to a smirking Shanon.

Wanda held Ian's hand in her own small palm, and with the other, she pressed the side-ways triangle on the machine on the stool. Ian held the microphone, which in Wanda's eyes was not so "micro". She nodded at Jared, who held the other pair's sound-reciever. Even Melanie was smiling...

Melanie swayed her hips to the beat, making sure Jared had his eye on the prize:
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are,
No matter how far (Wanda: Don't worry baby!)

She laid a subtle hand where no one would see it and he would feel it. She was trying to throw him off! Jared cleared his throat and sang with her:
Just call out my name.
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry
Both:
'Cause baby there
Ain't no planet far enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no desert dry enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

Ian looked at his smiling Wanda, the angelic creature that now had his mind and heart. She gave him an impish grin as he sang:
Remember the day
I set you free
I told you could always count on me, darling
From that day on
I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way, somehow

Wanda:
'Cause baby, oh
Even in my cryotank
Into dark of night I sank
Dreamin', I got fate to thank
Not even species could seperate us

Wanda's added verse was to confess her love; still smiling, she bolstered her courage for the next bit of song:
On the Planet of Beasts
I wasn't home
Something was keepin' me from settling
From that day on
I made my search
I'm on Earth for you only
I know that now

The Girls:
No wind... No heat
Or desert's strength.
Can stop me baby.
Na-na baby

All:
Cause you are my love
When you're in trouble
I'll be there on the double
Just send for me
Oooh baby
Picacho peak ain't high enough,
The desert isn't dry enough,
The country is not wide enough,
To keep me from getting to you babe!

Special thanks to: The Temptations - "Ain't No Mountain High"