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Author's Note: Hello! I know you're all probably craving a sequel to my previous The Host fanfic, but after reading a couple of fanfics on Burns, and well…first I got really mad at the authors, but then, I accepted the fact that they have the right to their creativity, and decided to show you my own interpretation of Burns. Hope you like it! BTW, this isn't a Burns/Wanda, so all you eccentric peeps (originally that said weird but I'm too nice to say that…whoops too late) that like that kind of stuff, sorry!

The Perfect Tune: A Burns Story

Chapter 1: Melodies in Moonlight

Burns POV

"So, Burns, what's your favorite part of the raids?" Wanda asked me as we sat in the fields. I enjoyed talking to her. We could relate. I didn't get to too much though, considering the black-haired hundred-twenty pounds of jealousy she called her partner.

"Well…" I looked away, hesitating a bit.

"What? You can tell me." She said, smiling.

I rolled my eyes. "Wanda, I'm not Ian, you know. You can't seduce me."

She painted on an innocent face. "Seducing? Well I'd never…"

I laughed, play-shoving her. "It's okay. I forgive you and your seductive ways. It's just that…I'm a little embarrassed."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

I sighed. "I've been looking for a partner myself, Wanda, but no one seems to be the one." I had a strong belief in love at first sight, and so far no one struck a chord.

"It's okay," she said, touching my hand. I was a bit frustrated I couldn't be in love with Wanda at that point. She was perfect, but just not perfect for me. Not a match. "Who was your host's partner?"

I said nothing. She averted her eyes, sorry for me.

"My host was a musician. He'd travel around, singing songs of his longing for his perfect match."

"That's so sweet!" Wanda gushed, clasping her hands.

"Sweet, but not very effective." I sighed sadly.

"Don't worry. You'll find someone," she said, determined. It was cute, honestly. She looked angry, as if it was the girls' faults for not being good enough. Ian was so lucky to have her.

"Maybe. Sometimes people make it through their entire lives without meeting their soulmate. It's lonely sometimes you know, being a soul in a band of rebel humans."

She nodded. "I'm sorry Burns."

I forced a grin. "It's fine. At least I have friends that care about me, right?"

"Yeah, of course." She looked back to the caves. I could see she wanted to be with her partner.

"Go be with Ian. I'll just hang back here, okay?"

I could see she felt guilty. "…okay. But don't be out here too late, okay?"

I nodded, my grin slowly slipping. She got up and went back to her soulmate.

I rested my head against the rocky wall I was sitting against. What was I looking for in my perfect match?

It didn't matter what she looked like…a lot. What? I wasn't going to lie. And besides, if she had a good personality, and was my destiny, she'd be gorgeous to me, which was all that mattered.

Wanda POV

I couldn't help but pull away as Ian kissed me. I had too much on my mind. Poor Burns. Would he ever find his other half, his partner?

"What's wrong Wanda?" Ian said as he held me close, waiting for more kisses.

"It's Burns," I replied, quickly explaining all that he told me. It felt like betrayal, telling secrets that weren't mind to tell. But if anyone could help Burns, it was Ian. Under his thick skin of protectiveness, he really did think of Burns as a friend and brother.

"Wow, that's some deep stuff," he said. I grinned, waiting for his brilliant plan. "There's nothing we can do. It's best we not meddle."

"What?!"

"This isn't our battle to fight, Wanda. He's got to do this on his own. Love is the most difficult, and ridiculous thing on our earth, but honestly, in the end, it's worth it."

I smiled, kissing him. Oh well, being seductive has its perks, I guess.

I could see Ian was tired. I sighed, letting him have his rest.

I couldn't sleep at all. I had too much on my mind. Burns, Ian, love, earth… All of it was melding together in my mind, like a blurred painting.

I was startled by a sound in the distance. It wasn't loud, or scary in the least. It felt right. I couldn't explain it, but the sound made the blurred thoughts clearer, crisper.

"Whazahapenin?" Ian mumbled.

"Nothing, love." I stroked his hair, successfully silencing him.

I got up, entranced by the noise. Slipping into tattered shorts under Ian's tee-shirt, I stumbled into one of the bedrooms, Burn's, as I later found out.

He sat on a crate, a beaten guitar on his knee. He sang softly, lest he wake up the others. His song spoke to me. The light from the corridor cast sad shadows across his cheekbones. I was wiping away tears by the time his song was finished, and he realized my presence.

"Oh, Wanda. I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" He said.

"No…" I said. "I was already awake. That song… it was so beautiful."

He grinned. "Thanks, but this one's not mine. It's Dan's. My host."

"I bet yours are just as great."

"You really think so? Would you like to hear some?"

I nodded, smiling. He serenaded me into the early morning, me enjoying every minute of it.

But his songs didn't touch me nearly as much as his story. He went to so much trouble just for one true love. And I was set on helping him, every step of the way.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I just had an idea to develop Burns more, delve more into his story. I bet he'll be utilized more in the sequel to The Host but SM is probably too busy to enlighten us little people. So here's J to the rescue! BTW, if you have ideas for the name of Burn's partner, please pass 'em on. I'd like something having to do with music, but can be lengthened into a Soul name if needed. Harmony, Melody, that kind of stuff. All suggestions are appreciated!