Silver

Silver

Chapter 7

AN: Someone asked what this story was doing on the Twilight section, and my answer for that is Host doesn't have it's own category. Any suggestions? I'm rather new to FF, so I don't know how to add a category or whatever. Thanks. Also, I had a comment about out of character moments. This is simply my lack of talent in capturing a character. I really suck at it. Has anyone noticed how much like Bella Wanda acts sometimes? That's cause I get really confused with my characters. Oh well. If it bothers you, just ignore it.

As usual, Ian dropped Wanda off at Doc's right after breakfast. Doc, sitting at his desk with his feet up and a book in his hand, looked up in surprise. "Wanda, Ian, what are you doing here?"

"Uh, I'm coming to work, Doc" Wanda replied, a smile on her face.

"You don't need to come in, especially if you're not feeling well," Doc said, getting out of his seat.

"Sit down, Doc. If I don't feel well, I'll leave, but don't make me sit around and be bored!" Wanda pleaded. The look on her face must have convinced him, because he nodded, and sat down.

"Ian, you're ok with this?" Doc was confused.

"Of course. If there's a problem, I can't think of a better place for her to be than with you! You are a doctor, after all, unless you lied to us to get on our good side," Ian joked, laughing at the look on his face. Doc shrugged and picked up his book.

"By the way, when are you going to tell everyone?" Doc asked around his book.

Wanda, caught off guard, replied "Um, I don't know, soon, I guess. Why? Jeb already knows. It's hard to keep anything from him."

"No reason. I figured Jeb would know. Ian, can I ask you something? I'll walk you out," Doc said getting up once again. "Wanda, can you go pick up some paper from the storage? Just some blank computer paper, or whatever you find. Just a little will be fine."

Wanda, confused, jumped off of the desk and walked out of the room. Doc was even worse at keeping things quiet than she was. Something was up. She shrugged. Ian would tell her later. She hoped. When she got back with the paper, Doc was setting up a set of shelves against the wall without vents.

"What are those for?" Wanda asked, setting the ream of paper down on his desk.

"I'm setting up shelves for the records. Since it's been so quiet lately, I thought I would start a record-system for everyone here. We don't have any computers to keep it, but doctors did it years ago without them, so I thought you could help me. Each person here will have a profile with their information. It will help to keep me informed should there be a problem." Doc began explaining what he wanted from her for this project. Wanda was psyched. She would still be useful even pregnant!

She worked on getting the records together until lunch time. When Doc tapped her on the shoulder, she jumped. Looking around, she saw Ian standing in the doorway. Happily, she got up from the desk to meet him.

"How are you feeling, babe?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"I'm fine. A little tired, but I think I can eat lunch. As long as it's not oatmeal. I don't think I could stomach that," Wanda replied, her nose crinkling.

Ian laughed "But that's all you wanted this morning!" he was obviously amused.

"Sounds like she's starting early," Doc smirked down at Wanda. "She'll be like this for a while. Get used to it."

Wanda stuck her tongue out at Doc. She turned Ian around and dragged him from the room.

"You're in a good mood," Ian commented as they made their way to the kitchens.

Happily, Wanda told Ian about her new project as they stood in line for their lunch. Today, it was grilled cheese and tomato soup. As they got closer to the large vat of rust colored liquid, Wanda became more and more pale. Suddenly, she bolted from the line, running for bathrooms.

When she emerged, Ian was leaning against the rough-hewn wall across from the doorway. He looked worried. "Are you alright?"

Wanda just shook her head and made for their room. Ian followed silently, reaching for her hand. When they reached their room, Wanda sat down on the bed and burst into tears. Ian was frantic. "Babe! What is it!?"

Wanda just sobbed. "I d—don't know! I just feel like c-crying!" she buried her head in Ian's shoulder. "What's wrong with m-me?" she asked through her tears.

"Don't worry, it's just your body. Do you know anything about our pregnancies? I don't know everything. Maybe you should talk to someone else. Ask Mel." Ian told her.

"Mel?" she asked, mentally beating herself up for not thinking of this herself. Reproduction was completely different amongst her kind. Of course she didn't know what the hell was going on. Wanda nodded. "Ok. I'll ask her. Just not today. I just want to sleep right now."

Ian helped her lay down on their bed, pulling a blanket up for her. He lay down next to her, stroking her hair. Wanda sighed and fell asleep, grasping Ian's free hand.