A/N: Chapter 1 is finally up! Now I know it is kind of short but it was originally supposed to be a little one shot that I abandoned...but I though it would be the perfect foundation to build this story off of. I will try to update within the week so stay tuned. Enjoy!
As always I own nothing.
1. Awake
I suppose it would be best to start at the beginning…
The beginning was like the end.
The marvelous effects of the no pain drowned out her, our, sorrow, as we sank into perfect oblivion. All of this was observed like I had been a spectator, not a participant. Now as I resurfaced the holes in my memory filled themselves quickly; the realization that the muscles and the nerves that had been vacant of my will were again in my control washed over me like warm water on sore muscles.
I slowly wrapped myself in my senses, enjoying the feel of them in my power not in others. I wanted to flex my muscles and feel my will in my nerves, but something stopped them.
Damn sedation. Automatically I braced myself for Wanda's response, the softie hated when I swore.
Wanda. The souls had cured and invented ways of solving and lessening many types of pain, but not heartache. As my heart slowly started to tear pieces in itself I became aware of noises, like they were in a tunnel and were slowly starting to approach me, one of my senses was coming back. Hearing.
"Just put her in the tank, Doc."
It was perfect that first thing that I would hear once I was in control of my own body would be his voice, that perfect tone that had a better effect than the No Pain.
"Come on, Jared, I made her a promise. I am a man of my word." This voice was a familiar one, but not to this mind under my control. The doctor, Wanda always liked him.
"Well you won't have any words if you don't do it. Now!"
"Okay, okay, stop the threats and open the tank."
There was an array of clicking noises; I'm assuming the men fiddling with a tank. Jared was trying to save Wanda. Thank God. Since my mind after drugs and a long period of disuse was having problems getting my body to respond the way I wanted, I would just have to pray he succeeded. Damn it. I finally have my body back and I can't even do anything to help.
"Well what now, genius?"
"We wait. Jamie has gone to get…" his voice faded as a very loud, very angry voice, came toward the hospital. Ian and Jamie. Jamie, I needed to reach Jamie needed to touch him, hug him.
As I was adamantly raging war with the resistance against my complete consciousness, Ian's voice thundered through the small room.
"Howe, damn it! I swear if she is not in perfect condition…"
"She's fine; she is the cryotank, listen…"
Apparently Ian didn't want to listen; all he wanted to do was throw punches. No this had to stop. All my will power and all of my fight were now engaged in becoming awake. Why could I not control my own body?
Jamie's voice rose over the chaos. "Stop! Ian! Jared! Neither Wanda nor Mel would want this! Stop!"
His pleas were not observed, the grunting and punching was getting louder and more painful to hear.
"Stop!"
This time the voice was not Jamie's. It was mine.
The fighting stopped abruptly and the thundering of footsteps raced towards my ears. The sound of it hurt.
"Mel? Mel, baby, is that you?" Jared's voice was full of hope and tears; I could feel his rough hands on my face and it was increasing my will to move exponentially. I tried to move my hand to his face but pain started shooting through my limbs. While I could not move I could definitely speak.
"Damn it! Jared I can't move, it hurts, everything hurts."
"Baby, don't try and move take it slow, can you open eyes?"
I stopped trying to move my protesting appendages and instead focused on my eyes. My lids felt like solid concrete but my will power to his face was winning. I wrenched them open and focused on the most beautiful smile in the world.
"Jared."
He managed to say my name once before he started kissing every patch of skin he could find, and finally my lips. It was significantly better than No Pain. The stone that seemed to be encasing my muscles now seemed to break off, and I could move freely. I used the now willing muscles to feel his beautiful back and pull him into me to deepen the kiss.
"Well, I am glad to see that you are feeling better." This voice came from a ways away. As difficult as it was, I pulled away from Jared to meet eyes with Ian before he averted his eyes. My heart faltered a bit but Jamie was there to help me recover.
"Mel!"
I was surprised Jamie was still breathing after I got through squeezing the life out of him and kissing him. All the while Jared didn't let go of my waist, in fact he snuck kisses while Doc was questioning me about how I felt and if I had complete control over my body. During this time Ian sat by Wanda and her cryotank, standing guard, he did not look up at me again.
I couldn't blame him for being angry at me; the fact that I was free meant that Wanda, my beloved sister, and the soul he loved was in no shape to be with him in the way that he wanted.
At least that is what I kept telling myself.
For some reason when I met his eyes earlier after the somewhat R-rated kiss with Jared, I hadn't felt what I thought I would. Embarrassment perhaps, or most likely annoyance at him interrupting, instead I felt something far more disconcerting.
Guilt. Because the look in his eyes was one of pain.
I hid away my worries as Jared took me on an obviously unnecessary tour of the caves, I re-met everyone who were now more pleasant and less skeptical about be. I took the opportunity to flex my muscles and lavish in their power. I also lavished in Jared's touch, one that I had been missing for too long.
After we had made the long tour of the caves we started heading back to the room that Jamie, Jared and I would all share…for now at least, plans were already in the works to relocate Jamie. We were all laughing at a joke Jamie had said until we passed the tunnel that lead to the hospital.
A wave of intense pain came over me as an unwanted memory played itself against my closed eyelids.
"Mel?"
"What, yeah I'm coming."
I forced those broken memories into the back of my head and walked back with Jared to our own little cave.
But now when Jared touched me there were feelings that I was unable to force back into my head.
Envy, anger, and unease.
Unease for when Wanda had a body of her own.
Anger for Jared saying those things to her.
And envy, for him not saying those things to me.
We only had a to go little way back to the cave, but I dropped Jared's hand anyway.
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