A/N: wow...it's been...I don't even want to say how long it's been since I've updated this story. To be honest, this story almost made it to the unfinished pile, but I made a promise. After a week of rereading the story, my outline, and racking my brain to try and cure my writer's block when it came to this story I finally found it. Note; This chapter may be a little rust compared to the rest, but it has been quite a while. More of a refresher chapter in a sense, this chapter helped get me back in the groove. I hope you all enjoy, I apologize for any grammar errors as always. and as always, reviews, follows, favorites are greatly appreciated. I'm so sorry I let this story sit for so long! Forgive me!

Disclaimer: All rights go to Stephanie Meyer who came up with the idea of this brilliant post-apocalypse sc-fi story.


Wanda

Mel and I ended our embrace, and she sat down next to me looking out at the deserts before us.

"I'm worried about you." She admitted.

I smiled painfully. "I'm worried about me too."

It was hard enough for me to try and wrap my head around the fact that Ian was gone, but how could it be possible that there was no recollection of me, of any of us.

"Sometimes I wish you all would have just let me die." I admitted to Melanie in a harsher tone than I had anticipated.

The look of hurt In her eyes was impossible to hide from me.

"How could you say that?" She asked, almost glaring at me.

"You would all be safe, and that's all I've ever wanted. I love all of you." I explained to her in the most sincere way possible.

"Ladies, can I have a word?" Jeb said from behind, nearly startling the two of us.

"Yes Jeb? What is it?" I asked.

He removed his hat, smacking it against his knee no doubt trying to remove the imaginary dust he thought was on it. "I'm going to take Blaze out of the caves, let him work with us."

I was the first to stand up and protest. "Are you insane, Jeb? He's-"

"He's one of you. You two may be more alike than you think, Wanda." He was quick to cut me off, and I instantly felt a pang of guilt.

I was treating him exactly as I was treated when they found me.

"The boy's defenseless…you all know I'm great at reading people…and he's scared out of his wits." Jeb looked out at the endless miles of sand.

"I don't think he's the enemy." Jeb spoke those words with such confidence, part of me wanted to believe it.


Blaze

I paced the small area they put me in.

My mind replaying the conversation I had with the one who was supposed to be my enemy.

If she was my enemy then why did I want to do everything in my power to stop the pain that swam in her eyes when I told her this body was empty?

Why did I long to reach out to her and touch her skin?

My body screamed at me, to go find her and comfort her.

Take her and leave. That voice was back.

I furrowed my brows, trying to piece it together.

Could it be? "Ian, is that you?"

The voice in my head was beginning to fade in and out. Leave….leave.

"If I defy him, he'll kill me." I confirmed, talking to myself in the emptiness of this tavern.

I sat down on the large rock, placing my head in my hands.

"Ahem." I jumped up, startled at the intrusion.

In the doorway stood the older gentleman that I assumed ran this place, keeping it as operational and functional as possible.

"If you're going to take up residency, you're going to take half the work load." He tossed me some strange tool.

"Come on, hopefully some part of you remembers that that right there is a sickle." The man nudged his head in the direction leading out of my confined space.

I nodded, standing up and following him out.

"The name's Jeb, by the way...and you are?" I continued through this maze like structure with this older gentleman that went by the name of Jeb.

It wouldn't do any harm to tell him my name, would it?

You know who the real enemy is. I closed my eyes, willing the voice inside my head to go away.

"I go by the name of Blaze." I said as he led me to a vast tavern filled with stalks of wheat.

Something inside of me found this place to be familiar.

"Thank you." I blurted out.

I was after the wrong people I realized then.

"Not a problem. I didn't keep Wanda holed up in that claustrophobic box, I wasn't about to do it to you." He said to me.

A light smile touched my lips at the mention of her name.

I tried to shake those thoughts from my mind and think rationally, she was my mission…and if I failed Seeker Time I'd end up like that soul whose remains he probably still had on his hand.

I noticed her walk up from behind us, her body language telling me she was completely closed off with me.

"Thank you." I muttered to her as she walked up from behind me grabbing a sickle.

"Don't thank me, you being out wasn't my idea." She mumbled pointedly before heading out to the wheat field.

Jeb's hand rested on my shoulder in a form of comfort. "Give her time; after all…it can't be easy looking at the love of your life knowing that they're not themselves anymore."

That was when I felt a feeling I recognized as completely my own.

Guilt, complete guilt over being the cause of Wanderer's pain.

I closed my eyes, trying to bury the feeling.

"What's happening to me?" I muttered to myself.

"Come on Blaze, they ain't gonna cut themselves." Jeb said heading down to the field full of wheat with the others.

I picked up my sickle, joining the rest and getting to work.

No time….leave. Those three words seemed to have been put on repeat in the depths of my mind.


A/N: Kind of a short chapter. I hope you all enjoyed, reviews, follows, favorites do always make my day! Thanks for reading you guys! I don't plan on my next update taking over a year. I apologize again for that.