A/N: Here is Ian's point of view, after he wakes up without Wanda. The chapters will be relatively short because I will need to change points of view before I can continue with certain points of the story. Please review! Hope you like it.
I woke to a bad headache. I groaned as I rolled over to my side to hold Wanda again and became disoriented when I couldn't find her warm body. I peeled my eyes open to find myself alone in my room, and I jumped up automatically, bolting to the door. Wanda was becoming a good liar, and I believed her final lie. No! I thought to myself. Not final.
I ran along the southern tunnel where I heard a faint sound of someone crying. Maybe Wanda didn't go through with it yet. My hopes were rising until I saw Jared through the dim light, tears running down his face as he looked up at me, guiltily. I almost succumbed to the rage surging through my veins. I wanted to punch him, to beat him, to kill him, but there was no time. I didn't break pace when I just flew by him, hoping I would make it to Doc in time.
I could hear Jared's footsteps behind me when he got up and began to run after me.
"Ian—," he yelled, "I'm so sorry!"
Sorry? I scoffed. Sorry didn't cut it. He knew Wanda was with Doc now and he just let her go. That vile creature didn't care about her. He wasn't truly sorry.
I ignored Jared and quickened my pace. I burst into Doc's room and found him standing there, crying. As I observed the room I saw Wanda's body lying across a gurney. Doc was standing over it, crying, his hands covered in red and silver blood, but on top of all of that was a silver, gleaming soul. It was not moving lightly in his hand, like a feathery ribbon, which I had seen before. It was writhing, with what could only be described as pain.
My heart dropped and it took me a few second before I could find my voice, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" I screamed. I ran over to get a cryotank and flipped the latch open.
"Give her to me!" I demanded.
"She…didn't…want…" he managed to get through his sobs. I dismissed this and took Wanda, gently from his hands and slid her through the opening of the cylinder tank.
When Wanda was safely inside the tank, I turned to see Doc, still crying, as he sewn up Melanie's wound.
"What were you thinking?" I asked, my voice rough and hard.
"I'm so sorry. I promised. She forced me to promise her," Doc said, finally getting control over his voice.
"What happened?"
I turned to see that Jared had entered the room, slightly panting, with a confused look as he glanced from Melanie, to Doc, to me, then to the cryotank in my hand, with dull red light.
"I broke her promise. I'm so sorry," Doc whispered to himself, not noticing the raised tension as Jared entered the room.
I glared at Jared, deciding what to do. I want to run over to him, to kill him, but I couldn't let Wanda out of my arms for a second. A light moan interrupted my thoughts as I looked around for the source. My eyes landed on Melanie's body, which was slowly turning over. Her eyes squinted, still shut, as if she were wincing in pain. Tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Wanda's gone. She did it. She's gone," she cried. My eyes stared at her, wide with wonder and terror. This body, which I have known so long to be Wanda, was no longer hers. It was strange to see her speaking and moving, but I knew that it was not Wanda.
Melanie was sitting up, her eyes now open and searching across the room. I was still unseen when her eyes stopped on Jared. Their reunion was short. A simple kiss, when Melanie began to cry again. She pulled away and finally noticed me in the room.
I closed my eyes to hide the tears and took a deep breath. There was nothing left I could do here, so I turned and headed to my room to think, with Wanda still cradled in my arms.