Wanda finds herself in the same position as she was when Ian found out she was trying to leave Mel's body. Only it was different this time, so much more dangerously different.
He was on his knees, crying into her stomach and his voice, like one of a child's, so hopelessly sobbing and pleading. But it wasn't even her choice this time around.
They were in a hall right outside of the hospital, and she was sure that no matter where they were, everyone in the caves could hear Ian as his tears fell.
He held her hand as Candy and Doc had gone through what was wrong with her, but only one could explain the headaches and slight loss of vision. They had told her it might just come with age, until she woke one morning and couldn't feel her feet.
She would stay in these caves of course, she would skip through hundreds of hosts if she could stay with Ian for an eternity. But the pain of the unknown was too great for him.
They would have to operate soon, to pull her from this body before it was too late and store her in a cryotank until they found a new host for her. Jared, Mel and Jamie were gone once again to search for a new host.
She joked at them to find someone who was taller and was a better build then Pets body, so she could finally feel like she was at some use around the caves, but all she got in reply was somber faces.
They knew it was a low risk problem to move her from body to body, but it was the waiting period, the time her silver ribbon of a body would have to sit in storage while a body was being found, to the time it took her to wake up in that new body and to finally adjust once again to life on Earth.
Everyone was already feeling the strain of three people gone on a raid, now Ian and her were sitting out on work, her operation tomorrow morning. Everyone knew Ian would sit and hold her tank until the new host arrived.
She held him that night, her small frame shaking with the ferocity of his tears. She didn't understand why he was shedding so many tears when she would be there in his arms again in less then a weeks time.
It was a sentimental feeling she figured, so she kept holding him until he stopped shaking and slowly his breaths were deep and even. Even as the hours passed she stared straight ahead up at the cracks in the ceiling and watched the stars dance.
She watched as the stars slowly faded and the sky grew brighter before turning her gaze on Ian. He was truly handsome, his dark hair and sharp masculine features of his face. She admired the tan skin that seemed to stretched on for miles on his body.
She didn't realized how late into the morning it was until Doc knocked in the door and stuck his head in confirming it was time. She slowly woke up Ian, peppering gentle kisses on his face until his eyes opened and held a stare that made her body want to melt.
They held hands as they walked slowly to the hospital, he was in no hurry to let her leave just yet, even if it was temporary.
But finally they do arrive and she sitting in Ian's lap, chest to chest, as she deeply inhales the chloroform and rests her head against his shoulder until inky blankness captures her in its waiting arms.
She doesn't know how long she's been under, but she hears voices above her. So familiar to her, but at the same time unfamiliar to the ears she hears them with. She knows where she is, who's hands she's holding and what she she'll see when she opens her eyes.
But first she assessed the body she was in. She hoped the weight she felt pressed down on her meant she was in the right build to help among the caves, and she doesn't feel as shrunken down as she did with Pet's body.
She felt long and lean as she did in Mel's body, not as fragile as Pet's. but in her mind she experienced a whole knew territory. There was no shadow of a voice as it was wi Melanie, but also there was no strong grasp of memories like Pet's either, more like a mist floating and blurring out images.
Thinking of Pet made her terribly sad, knowing the fate for her past host. She hoped that whatever happened that it was peaceful, and that she hadn't died in agony with the tumor. But that was the past, and all she had to do was open her eyes for the present.
As she started to push past the fog in her mind she felt her eyelids start to flutter and her hands begin to twitch. Excited voices above her began encouraging her to wake up, and wake she did.
She opened her eyes, and she looked into the color she called home.
Sapphire blue eyes.
Thank you so much to anyone that has read this, I appreciate it so much. This is my first posted story and I hope at least someone enjoys it!