Been Here All Along

by Itsafangirlworld

The story of Mel's awakening, her reunion with Jared, Jamie, etc. Not sure how far I'm going to take it yet. Possibly past when they meet Burns...Possibly. This is my first Fanfic so please be nice. Obviously this is also my first summary so please just read it! Rated T just to be safe. Could probably be K but , y'know!

1. Wanda?

A/N-This is my first FanFic so please be nice! Of course constructive criticism is welcome. I know it's short but the chapters get longer later in the story! Okay, I think I'm talking too much now...Gosh, remember I'm new at this, so give me a little while to get used to this!

I feel alone. It's dark, I'm uncomfortable. Why am I not on a mattress? Where's Ian? I can't remember where I am. Where's Wanda? I wait for her to open our eyes. Nothing. I can hear, but it feels different. How do I call for her? I can't remember. Where are her thoughts? Her dreams? I only hear outside noise and my thoughts, not ours.

I don't like this...I want her to talk to me. To call my name, and tell me where we are. Why won't she open our eyes? I want to see. Why won't she talk to me? I want to hear her-my-voice. I try not to panic, but where is she?

What's happening? Everything's okay, Mel. I try to reassure myself. Wanda? Wanda, where are you...?

No! No, no, no! I remember it all: sneaking out, Jared's all-too-real kiss, the No Pain, saying we loved each other, saying...goodbye.

Suddenly I'm Melanie again, and this is Melanie's body. I feel the cot under me, see the red in front of my eyelids, hear the breathing beside my ear, hot on my face. I know Jared is there, one hand holding mine, the other stroking my hair.

I know that if I open my eyes, he'll be there. I know we'll be together again, and everything will be just like it was before. I want that. But I won't do it. I can, but I won't. I won't accept the gift that Wanda payed for with her life. I can't stop the tears, though. They well up in my eyes and spill out onto my cheeks. Jared wipes them from my face with soft, gentle hands. This delicateness is what I remember from his touch before I was captured-so different from the feel of his hands when he didn't know that I was here.

I'm suddenly lost in another memory, though it's different when I'm the only one watching the mental movie. My mind takes me back to our little house in the desert...

So...What do you think? I hope you liked it...I have a few chapters already written so if I get...hmmmm...5 reviews, I'll post the next chapter, 10 reviews, I'll post the next 2 chapters, so on, so on. So r & r if you liked it...or even if you didn't. HELP ME BECOME A BETTER WRITER PLEASE!