A/N: I have begun my new fic! No, this does not mean I've put off the Twilight fic completely. After rereading what I've done with that one, however, I realize I screwed up at some point and now must fix my rather GRAND mistake...You may or may not spot a chapter in between a chapter that wasn't there before...If that makes any sense. Now! This is a simple fic, nothing fancy. Just story, think of it as a small sequel. It took me 5 tries to get it just right. I have not planned this, not completely anyway. And when I say it took 5 tries I mean I started out with 5 other intro chapters to make it just right for me to use. Sort of like building the perfect diving board. If I just used any piece of plywood I would have broken something. As it stands, I think i can stand to do a more or less good cannon ball. Hope to get some feedback! Cheers 3
Fords Deep Water's didn't know what had brought him here, unsure of himself even as he stared out at the open desert. It had been quite a while now since he'd seen her, been a shorter while since he'd heard of the seeker that had been causing trouble for his patient and him in the form of rather rampant headaches. He found it most curious how both of them disappeared in the same place. Of course he was no fool as to voice this matter himself. He was not an old man by any means, though he was an old soul, having only gone to two planets in his lifetime besides Earth. He'd done many terms on the Fire World and only half as much with the Bears. Here, though, is where he truly enjoyed his life. As a Healer he helped and saw many people. He'd delivered human babies and never once thought to ask if the child would be given as a new host for another soul. He knew automatically that these new mothers would never dream of sacrificing these young babes this way. Their young children.
This did not answer his question, though. Why was he here? Why was he suddenly in doubt of himself.
Because you doubt yourself so easily, Fords…
That little voice. That tiny voice in the back of his mind he could never place. It was obviously a female voice, but one he did not recognize as he was in a male body and this body had indeed had children but they were grown and far gone now. The new souls never seeking to want to be with their biological father. No, this voice didn't belong to a voice either soul or body knew. So who was it?
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Meanwhile, beneath his feet, more or less depending on if you want to be dangerously specific, Melanie was helping Wanda knead the dough. The latter pair was much stronger now. Her once frail body had been put through its paces and though she still looked as frail as ever she didn't betray that strength of body. This sudden strength came from becoming a mother not long after reawakening in this place after she'd set Melanie free. There'd been a whole controversy over the whole matter that nearly drove a huge wedge through the caves and even the other rebel groups that they'd begun to keep contact with through short wave radios that the groups had managed to acquire through small raiding parties of their own.
Melanie and Jared had not been given the miracle that Ian and Wanda shared in the 5 years since they'd officially been reunited. They were careful, though Melanie truly wished to be a mother, she understood they couldn't, not yet. With three young children in the caves, what with Jaime being nearly 20 himself and Isaiah growing into a healthy and robust teenager, a new baby would just burden the caves. They were running out of space now as it was seeing as they found more humans on one of their usual raids.
These humans had a soul of their own, but she was an anomaly. A blind and mute girl only about 16 who always clung tightly to a rather big, dark skinned man who always seemed to glare at Wanda whenever she was in glaring distance. She had no idea what she'd done to deserve this mans ire, but there it was.
The group they'd found was small, only five, and they were seasoned survivors. Before the invasion they'd been living off the land for quite a while already, so nothing really changed for them except it was more of a necessity rather than a fun hobby on the weekends. They had discovered the man and girl themselves, and then adopted them when they realized how the man had been surviving with her for so long. She had her sight and voice at the time. Though no one explained what made her lose both, it was a very fun topic to discuss though never in front of the group. They stuck close together, never doing chores without one another.
Currently the girl was not far away, managing to carefully mold the dough into small rolls to place into the oven, placing them so carefully and at such a perfect distance apart from each other Wanda would never guess she were blind. Melanie caught Wanda staring and looked over as well. As they watched the young girl she turned her head upwards and towards them. Her dark hair fell over her face, hiding one of her eyes as she gazed towards them. Releasing a raspy whimper, she shrunk back slightly, simply sensing she was being stared at.
"S-sorry!" Melanie whispered, tugging her sister's arm to go back to their chore. Out in the game room Wanda knew Ian was with their daughter, Isaiah, and Freedom, playing soccer or hide and seek. They only played hide and seek in specific parts of the caves, knowing without speaking aloud what could happen if their curious girl got lost and fell down some godforsaken hole.
When the girl's guardian returned for her he glared at Wanda a moment before placing his arm around the small girl, keeping her close as they departed, her task having been finished. She'd return when the rolls were ready.
"Geez, what's his problem?" Melanie grumbled, grunting slightly as she stated to mold the dough for their own batch of rolls for the oven. Wanda smiled lightly and shook her head.
"Not sure, but…I don't mind, for some reason. It doesn't bother me…" Wanda replied, fixing the shapes of Mel's dough balls herself before replacing them on the tray. Melanie rolled her eyes and shrugged.
"You're weird ya know, that?" She said it with a slight smile, so Wanda knew she was joking.
"Doesn't seem to keep you away, though." She replied, a smile gracing her own face before turning back to the task at hand.
A/N: Feedback please? An author needs it to survive! Anything at all as long as it's constructive or if you just wanna say how much you love me :D