I Held You In My Hands
Ian's POV
The woman- no, girl- lying on the cot was the perfect picture of innocence. She was pretty, beautiful in fact. She looked ethereal, and I couldn't bring myself to call her Wanda just yet, because to my knowledge, Wanda was still in the cryotank I was hugging.
The body was gorgeous, and I knew that I liked it. However, I wasn't in love with it. As I glanced across the room nervously where Mel was, I smirked internally.
Without the body, you wouldn't have fallen for the soul… Wanda had told me before her (read: attempted) departure. And I had once hated that she was right, because without the body, I wouldn't have sat up and taken notice. But how the tables were turned now! Even without the body, I was still madly in love with the little soul in this tank.
After helping with a few dissections in the past, I could vaguely recall little waving silver strings in the air. I remembered that disgust was often linked to these memories, and I used to see Wanda's siblings as nothing more than leeches, freaky spiders/squid that would suck the life force out of you if you didn't pay enough attention.
Idly, I thought that any sane man would probably be doubting his love for his alien partner by now; or feeling scared that their beloved would look just as horrible as those tiny, silver, cut up bodies. Not me though. I was fully confident that Wanda would be different.
A throat clearing got my attention, and I looked up to see Doc, now on the top of my Favourite People in Life list, turning Wanda's future body over so that the neck was bared to the room. My breath hitched. It was nearly time for the moment of truth.
I could hear Jamie's excited "It's starting, it's starting!" and see Jared hooking his chin around Melanie's shoulder. That simple act of love… it caused no jealousy now. I suddenly knew, with a palpable sense of awe, that I would get my happy ending as well, soon.
Candy and Doc worked methodically, like a well-oiled machine. They reopened the scar on the girl's neck, and blood pooled onto the towel. A sight that would have normally unsettled me now seemed so insignificant, as with trembling fingers I popped open the latch of the cryotank, feeling the sudden cold against my skin.
My heart was, beating, beating, beating, whyisitbeatingsofastisthisnormal and I was gently tipping Wanda out into my hand.
And I stared.
Author's Note: Short, but this is just part one of the epilogue (if that's what you can call the ending to a series of one shots) do please continue on to the next chapter… and thank you everyone for reviewing! I was planning on putting this scene in anyway, but then someone requested it… so here you go!
