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Ian was depressed.

No... He wasn't just depressed. He was devastated. Never before had he thought he would lose basically everything important to him, in a way so... So... Idiotic. He should have watched Natalie, before she was kidnapped, so that he wouldn't have had to help Daniel and his pathetic excuse of a sister. Of course, he wouldn't have thought that earlier, a few months ago, because he still would have helped his "family." Natalie would have, too.

Ian rushed towards his sister, his eyes wide. What had just happened? She had been running, she was going to destroy, or at least disable, the Dooms Day Device. But what had happened?

Immediately, he knew. Natalie had been electrocuted.

"No!" he screamed, falling to his sister's side. He bent down to her face and grabbed her wrist, while everyone else stood to the sidelines, watching. They all knew. But he didn't. "Natalie! Natalie! Don't you die on me."

But it didn't matter what Ian did or said, because Natalie had died the second the currents reached her heart and her brain. He still blamed himself, for if he had even payed attention to what she was trying to disable the damn thing with, a metal tool of sorts, he would have know what would happen next.

He was happy that Natalie had died quickly, at least, that's what he wanted to happen when she died. No real pain. But what he needed was his sister, alive and well, standing beside him. Going to the mall. Talking and talking his ear off. Whining about having to see the Cahills every month. Loving him. Him loving her.

What happened?

Ian sat there, staring at his sister's face, but really staring into space. Tears streamed down his face as he began to sob. No one came up to help him, no one came up to hold him or say they were sorry that he had lost something he couldn't replace or that they hadn't noticed what she was doing.

What had happened? What... What was going to happen?

Ian had thought that maybe Dan or Sinead or someone... Or Amy would have gone and tried to help him. Especially Amy. She should have helped him, she should have! He had helped her every single time, or mostly, anyways, Daniel had been in trouble. Why hadn't she?

Oh, right. She was too busy trying to hide the fact she had been cheating on Evan. The stupid bitch hadn't even seen what was going on, had she? She was too busy hiding, too busy making stupid faces at Jake and ignoring everything around her. And when Evan, her loyal, helpful, supportive boyfriend died? She didn't even bat an eyelash, didn't even let a single tear slip.

What happened to the Amelia Ian used to know?

Ian was just barely hanging on. He knew what she was going to choose-she was going to save the serum and allow her to fall, mostly due to the fact Ian had betrayed her in Korea. It was fine, Ian understood. He deserved it. But when he felt a gloved hand grasp his wrist, he sucked in a breath of relief.

She had chosen him.

Moments later, after help from her git of a brother, Ian was up and on the mountain again. He couldn't thank her enough for what she had done...

For the remainder of the hunt and quite some time after, even through the Vesper battle, Ian was, or had been, in love with the intelligent jade-eyed girl. But when she had met Jake, everything changed. Amy didn't act like her smart self anymore-in fact, she acted like the blonde, stuck up popular chicks in high schools and in the movies. But when Evan died and she didn't really react? Ian realized just how much of a monster she was. He had been too in love to see it before, though.

She really was stupid. And she really did act like a bitch.

Ian still didn't understand though... What happened?

The entire Cahill family seemed to be falling apart. Daniel didn't act as immature, but acted as if he were living in a dark shadow. Sinead had become a traitor for her brother's sake, as she said. Jonah wasn't really as famous. Natalie had died. Alistair had died. Pheonix had nearly died. Amy became selfish, careless, and... A traitor in her own way. And Ian? He had gone the whole nine yards. He acted as if he were an adult who had seen, heard, and known too much, and the truth is, he had. Ian wasn't so blind anymore. Ian, like Daniel, was living in a shadow, no light... No nothing.

But the reality is, no one would fix him. No one could. All because he couldn't see the light that made the shadow he lived in.

Alright. I've been meaning to make this for a while. I've not had the time, though.

Basically, the lyrics of Fix You, other than the chorus, were made into events and thoughts that revolve around Ian. And it's pretty damn sad.

But there's gonna be a part two, about Amy and how she too has lost a lot.

And lemme tell you, when I read the preview for the upcoming book, I let out a sigh of relief of my own. I think Amy got the sense knocked into her when she was accused of killing Evan. I'm sorta gonna focus on that in the next chapter, but from Dan's POV and stuff... so yeah. Read and review, all that bippity boppity boo.