Hey guys! I've had some one-shots bouncing around in my head lately, so I decided to write them down! Yay! 3 Comment below please! I love to hear what you have to say! Constructive criticism is appreciated, but please, don't be rude or hurtful, I try my best (; So here it is!

Wanda's POV:

Ian slammed the door after a particularly bad run in with Kyle.

"Sometimes! Sometimes I wish you hadn't saved that son of a -"

"IAN!" I cut him off

"Gun, I was gonna say son of a gun."

I scowled, "You better have been."

"I'm sorry Wanda, sometimes 'Jerk' isn't a strong enough adjective for that butt-face I have to call my brother."

I sighed and went back to folding the laundry. Ian plopped down on the other end of the bed and mumbled, almost inaudibly, "Sometimes I wish you had let him fall…"

I looked up from my laundry and stared at him for a long moment.

"You want to know why I didn't let him fall?" I asked. Ian looked back up at me, the frustration apparent in his eyes and nodded.

"I couldn't let him drop because… because… It was you. You lying there unconscious. You slipping towards death. It wasn't Kyle. I looked his face and I saw you. I couldn't… I wouldn't let you drop. Somewhere, in the recesses of my mind, I knew you were safe, that Kyle wasn't you… but that part wasn't as loud as the part screaming 'SAVE HIM!'. Even though that was before I knew I loved you, you meant too much to me, even then, for me to let a man with your face fall." I reached up with both hands and cradled his face. Ian brought his hands up to cover mine.

"And do you remember when I was …mourning, for the souls? In the game room? You sat by me, for days, in just as much pain as I was in. And the third day? When you couldn't stand to wallow in your silent sorrow any longer? You left, and I missed your presence. I wanted you next to me. I didn't understand why, but I needed you. I wish I had realized it sooner… I love you Ian, I've loved you longer than even I have known."

"I love you too," he whispered "so much."

I leaned close to him and closed my eyes just as he brought his lips to meet mine. Fire burned it's way down my throat and warmed my whole body. It was a wonderful pain, what hurt more was stopping.

"Ian?"

"Yes?" he answered between the kisses he trailed down my neck

"Let's go to bed…"

He brought his head back up to look at me and smiled. We laid down together, and I snuggled closer to Ian's chest.

"Good night, my Wanderer." Ian whispered as he hugged me closer and kisses the top of my head

"I love you Ian" I mumbled, before I fell asleep in his arms.

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