"Wanda? Wanda, wake up, baby," a deep voice begged, shaking my body. I felt so disoriented and couldn't breathe well. My head was light and he sounded like he was yelling at me. My throat was constricted and my legs were stuck together. What had happened again?

"What…" I groaned, holding my head. What was going on? Who was talking to me in that deep baritone voice? My voice sounded like choked off music. It was high and perfect, something I marveled at.

"Wanda? Baby, are you okay?" the male voice asked, gripping me against his chest with strong, firm arms that burned against my skin. My face heated up. Who was this man?

Flashback

"Don't even think about it!" a male shouted at me, gripping my sides. "I can't lose you now, Baby…" He held me close to his body and my heart sped up, something wet falling down my cheeks.

"I…. I have to," I murmured, wrapping my arms around his neck. He laid back onto the bed and I laid on his chest. One leg was on either side of him and I smiled down at him and his… Perfect-ness…

"No you don't, Baby. Jared wouldn't mind you staying…" he told me, tears falling down his red cheeks. All those nights together… and now I had to leave him. The pain in my heart was more to handle.

End

His name was Ian… I remember that… Who was I?

Flashback

"Run!" I screamed, running as fast as I could. But they were too fast. They surrounded us on all sides. They had caught the misfit… the traitor… Me. Ian gripped my hands from behind me and he growled at the Seekers.

"She's mine!" he hissed, Jared standing in front of me. They knew the penalty for this was death… for all of us. One Seeker took a step forward and before I knew it silver blood was everywhere mixed with the regular red, human blood. Jared reloaded the gun and stared at everyone.

"I'll kill all of you!" he snapped. I gripped my free hand into his arm and he relaxed slightly.

"Don't kill them… they're part of me…" I told him, crying. He didn't bother to look back and I knew Ian was giving me a funny look.

"Ian, do something with her," Jared told him, his voice fierce and sharp. And then… it was black.

End

"Ian…" I moaned, still not knowing exactly what had happened or where I was. But I knew he was Ian. I knew that. I blinked once, then twice, the bright light blinding me. There were diamonds dancing on the wall and I looked up at Ian.

"Wanda, Baby… Are you okay?" he asked, worry dripping in his deep voice. I shivered at a hand that touched my back and I realized it was his. The difference was… it was cold… there was no fire.

"Wanda…" I spoke the name he knew me by. Was that really my name? It sure seemed like it but… It didn't. It seemed wrong. His hand brushed my cheek and then laid there. I set my hand on his and looked up into his eyes.

"Baby… what's wrong?" he asked me, searching my face for some trace of happiness. I felt the worry in my eyes from the reflection of his.

"Ian… Ian… And Wanda… I'm not Wanda…" I told him, confused at who I was. It sounded right, yet so wrong.

"What are you talking about? You're my Wanda," he tried to tell me. I felt him trying to convince himself more than me.

"Ian… Where's Melanie?" I asked, not realizing what I was saying. Melanie must've been important to me and him.

"Melanie… Melanie is in your head…" Ian said, squeezing my hand.

Hey. Miss me? She asked, the familiar voice ringing in my head. It all came back in a big swish and I felt nauseas. I heard screaming and then realized it was me.