Hey there fanfictioners,

I'm really sorry for not updating on time; I got quite a few comments on that. Well…I know the excuses are always the same but I'm not going to lie, things have been really busy. Tons of homework, and all that stuff going on. But I never stop writing that I promise you. It just takes me long, or sometimes I work on something different *hint hint* for those who haven't read my newest story, "Perfectly Fine." Please do.

Last Chapter (Ch9)

"ANSWER ME!" She screeched her eyes deadly.

He did not.

"ANSWER HER! TELL HER I'M HERE!" I yelled along with her. "TELL HER. NOW!"

Tears gathered in his eyes but he wiped them away. He opened his mouth to speak, his words, and my fate soon following after.

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Chapter 10.

Blaze's POV

"TELL HER. NOW!" Ian screamed at me.

Tears gathered in my eyes but I wiped them away quickly, ashamed of my weakness. Both of them now, Ian and Wanderer, both furious with me. Why are they so cruel? I cannot control these feelings, they over power me with nothing I have experienced before. Wanderer now had tears streaming down her face. Not the tears I was used to, it was not sad tears, but tears of anger. I opened my mouth slowly, unsure of my answer. It was all so confusing! A part of me felt regret and pain for what I had done, how I was separating these two lovers. I do not like the pain that I know I am causing. Then, another part of me felt the feelings towards Wanderer. How I wanted her to choose me. After all, I am a soul. It would be so easy…so simple. Just like that. She would love me, I think. She could if she tried. Yet I wonder if she did, if it was just because I remind her, correction, believes I am Ian. That she loves Ian so much that she has to be with him, even if it is not him.

"He is not here." I said quietly, my eyes dropping, my voice cracking.

"LAIR! TELL HER THE TRUTH. TELL HER!" Ian screamed his voice high.

"I saw that!" Wanderer accused, "Right there, he's mad at you. I can tell, Blaze. I was once in your same position. Your flinches do not go unnoticed."

"I…" I tailed off, my mind going blank.

"Ha," Ian smirked,

I felt his arrogance and joy in his Wanderer. I felt his pride, his contentment in her knowledge; I saw where his thoughts were going. She loves him, is what he concluded with. And not even I could turn them apart. My guts twisted, at that. My heart clenching tightly.

"Do not lie to me," Wanderer told me, her voice strong and full of authority, "He is there. Admit it. IAN. IS. THERE."

I flinched at her outburst, cutting through me. My heart surely being pulled out and tortured slowly. I cannot help myself! I wish I could, I truly wish I could just let them be together. I saw how happy they had been. How love shone in their eyes, how both of them were just so in love, so happy. Those memories haunted me, and cut through me dozens of times. It hurt. Truly it did to see them like that, knowing I was-

"Hurts huh? You're the one hurting!" Ian yelled, "Poor little Blaze. Maybe you should suffer more."

Quickly, before I could protest, he threw a memory at me. This was something I couldn't just dodge, it was impossible. I watched in pain as it flashed through my head.

"Ian," She whispered a small smile on her lips as she clung to me. Her eyes shut, her head rested against my chest. She sat upon my lap as we woke that morning. I pulled her to me, as every morning went. Still drowsy she laid her head on my chest, slipping into sleep as I wrapped my arms around her tiny body.

"Wanderer," I whispered back, knowing she could no longer hear me. My thumb grazed her cheek slowly, my fingertips bursting into flames at the touch. It did not hurt though, it was fireworks. She was so beautiful, so delicate. Her soft blonde hair covered her face, and I brushed it away, wanting to see her glorious face. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, yawning.

"Hi…" She breathed as her eyes met mine.

Her beautiful eyes.

I saw the silver stream there. I saw her. And she's beautiful.

"Good morning." I answered her kissed her lips quickly. She smiled before pulling me down towards her, knowing what she wanted I let my lips pressed against her. Smiling softly, I gave into her need. How lucky I am, to have this Wanderer. Out of all the planets she had visited, out of all the people, or err, things, she'd met, she loves me. Me. No better than any other human on this entire planet. Let alone any other soul. It seems impossible. To have to her love me. Me a human.

I pulled away from her breathlessly, love burning in my eyes. Her hands held me tighter to her, as if she was too afraid to let go. How amazing it could be, to be attached to someone, how we could feel this beautiful thing called love. How one person controls your very life, that when gone, your life would have no meaning? No reason to continue without the love in your life, because without love you are nothing, love is what completes our very lives.

"I love you, Wanda." I whispered to her. She smiled again, how beautiful that smile was.

"I love you too, Ian." Her voice answered,

"Only I?" I questioned her playfully, nuzzling her closer, as she laughed softly.

"Of course only you." She said with certain tone. "Only you." She promised, "Never anyone else."

I gasped as I was pulled out of the memory, tears falling freely down my face. My face that was surely covered with pain, and torture. A sob worked its way up, but I fought it down. Only him. Only him. She loves only him. But I am him right? This is his body.

"No," Ian protested, "You're NOT me, you never will be. I am Ian, you on the other hand is some intruder placed on earth to make both our lives miserable."

"Wanderer doesn't know that." I snapped back,

Ian laughed a shrill high laugh, a laugh that made me shiver. Ian was suddenly hysterical.

"OH she knows. SHE KNOWS! Not even you can hold us a part. You're not Ian; she knows that, you're a soul! A soul! A soul that had no right to take my body. Admit it, you are not Ian, nor are you Blaze! You are NOTHING! You just an alien, an alien that controls my body. Your kind was not meant to be here."

"You realize…" I said; hurt devouring over me, "You just insulted your little Wanderer."
My rage building at his words, so I hit him below the belt. Right where I knew it would hurt the most.

Ian silenced after that, though I could feel his surprise and regret.

"Wanderer," I addressed her, tears no longer in my eyes. "I am not your Ian." I repeated, strong. A new tone to my voice.

"But he's there." She pressed, shifting closer to me. Her eyes pleading, almost begging me to say yes. My lips were pressed in a hard line. My face angry, yet so hurt at the same time.

"What do you think?" I asked, looking away, slightly annoyed.

"He's there." She said, smiling slightly. Smug.

"If you know, then why are you asking?" I grumbled, darting my eyes to the ground. From the corner of my eyes I saw joyous tears fall down her face, a smile plastered on her lips.

"I knew it…" She breathed, shutting her eyes in contentment. I scowled, as I felt Ian's happiness too. How can everyone be so damn happy? While I'm left here to willow in my pain. "I knew he wouldn't give up."

She moved closer towards me, so she was kneeling in front of me. Our eyes in the same level, our knees touching. Slowly, she brought her hand to my face, as I shut my eyes at her lovely touch. Automatically leaning into her hand.

"Ian…" She breathed, "Ian," She repeated.

I opened my eyes, hoping she wouldn't see the pain. So much pain!

"Can…I know this must sound ridiculous, but…can…can I t-talk to him?" She asked me, her voice quiet, I opened my mouth but was cut off. "I mean, I know how confusing this must be. I know that, I know how it hurts, Blaze. I understand, truly I do. But please, I love my Ian. I-if you'd only consider…there is still a way, Blaze." She told me,

"What is it you mean?" I questioned her, thought I already know the answer.

"There's still a way." She repeated, "There's a way, I can get to my Ian. But you can still have your happily ever after."

I realized what she meant, "Oh," I sighed, "Yes, I am…well-informed on the procedure. Your Ian has a very good memory."

"It must be very hard, but Blaze, I'm not asking you to sacrifice your life, just…give me back Ian. We'll find you another host, you can choose it if you like, you can still-"

"I do not want a life, if you are not a part of it." I whispered softly.

She looked taken aback, surprised, yet I still saw she understood. I knew she understand, because once upon a time ago she was in my same position.

"The feelings, you feel…" She whispered, "I know how it is. I understand, Blaze. But it's not your feelings you have towards me. It's Ian's. You-"

I cut her off, "The feelings I have, Wanderer. Are all mine. Ian has nothing to do with this."

Her eyes almost went black, hate crossed her face for an instant, and "Ian has everything to do with this." She growled angrily. "It is not your feelings. I mean, that's how I felt towards Jared. I thought he was everything to me, but really, Blaze. It was not I feeling those things. It was Melanie."

I shook my head furiously, how could she doubt this?

"I love you, Wanderer." I told her, my eyes burning with love, love I possessed for her.

"Blaze," She moaned, her eyes shutting in frustration, "It is Ian you must understand! And if you did possess this feeling, Blaze. I am sorry but I do not feel that way, and you know it. Please…please may I have my Ian back?"

I stared at her, so beautiful, how this tiny soul could make my heart swell. How one person could bring tears to my eyes, blood to my cheeks, and love into my heart. I love her, whether she believe me or not. The question is,

Do I love her enough?

Do I love her enough to let go? To let her be happy, to let her be with her Ian. Sometimes when you really love someone, you do only what is best for them, simply because you want them happy. You want them to be content, to smile, to laugh. But I know both that smile and that laugh will never be mine, and I hers. Her heart does not belong to me, but mine to hers. I must now make the choice between love and lust. Both in which I have.

I lust for her, to hold her in my arms, stroke her hair, and kiss her lips. To have her whisper my name in love. To have her love me, and not Ian. Love me, not because I am in his body, but because I am Blaze. I also love her, my heart only wants what is best for her. And if I am not what is best, if I come second in her mind, then I guess that is the course I will take. If it means that she will smile, a smile I had caused, then I shall.

Because I love her.

"I will…my Wanderer. I agree." I whispered, my head dropping down. "If I may ask of one favour though?"

She smiled slightly, nodding her head. "Anything!"

"The body, in which you put me in, could it…could it be like yours? No one to yell at me?"

She smiled softly, "Of course, Blaze. Anything you want." I moved away slowly, my head spinning, I wanted to lie down; I wanted to close my eyes and for at least a few hours forget this. Forget my pain. I slide away from her, though it was a small tent, there was still distance between us. As I was about to collapse into the mattress, and moved towards me quickly.

I watched her suspiciously, as she slowly placed her hand upon my, wrapping her other arm around my shoulder, her head on my shoulder. I froze, surprised, but thrilled at the same time.

"Thank you, Blaze of Fire. Thank you so, so much." She whispered, and even then I could feel her tears leak its way through my shirt, hesitantly, I placed my hand on her blond hair, stroking it gently.

"Anything to make you happy, my Wanderer. You and your Ian will meet again." I told her; kissing her head gently, knowing only now would Ian let me. He owes me. She slides away from me, a sad smile on her face; she moved to the mattress on the other side of the tent and lay down, her face away from mine. Moments later I too, fell into the mattress, shutting my eyes.

"Thank you…Blaze." I heard Ian whisper softly. "I…I cannot thank you enough. I-I apologize, Blaze. For what I have said. You are a kind person, who did not deserve my anger."

"It is alright," I answered him; "I wish you and Wanderer, many years of happiness."

Without me. And with that, I drifted into a deep slumber.

Wanda's POV.

I let my aches evaporate into the mattress beneath me. My breath even, in and out. I did not fall asleep when I lay down. I knew Blaze was asleep, he snored, like Ian. I turned my body, so I now faced Blaze. I watched him and my Ian sleep. I would have my Ian with me soon enough. Soon I will feel his arms around me, and I will hear him whisper he loves me. Blaze is a good person, it is not his fault…that I understand.

My thoughts drifted back to the time where I had loved Jared, when every finger he laid on me, causing my skin to burst to flames. How I had believed that I loved him, how foolish I was. My heart lurched slightly as I remembered how I would never see my dear friend again. I miss him terribly. My thoughts then wandered to the rest of my family. I imagined them alone, and hungry. I want to help them; I want to give them shelter, food, love. But I do not know how. I do not even know where they are.

Then again, my thoughts wandered to Melanie and Sunny. Are they worrying about me now? I had been only gone a day or so. Are they mad? Are they afraid? Questions, I will never have the answer to until I see them. I shall see them soon. We shall all go together; we shall get the things we need. Then, finally, can my Ian return to me. Then, and only then, will my heart be completed.

Then, will my heart beat in rhythm to Ian's. Then, I will smile my truest smile, not this fake one that has been plastered on my face for days. Only then shall I be truly happy. Because I have my Ian. We'd have to find Blaze a host that I know. That part could be…tricky.

My head began to ache as my thoughts whirled out of control. That has been happening a lot lately. At one point my head will finally explode from all the problems that is weighing down my shoulders. Pain I am willing to endure to get to my Ian. My eyes drooped slowly, and soon I was unconscious.

The next day.

I woke slowly, rubbing my eyes. I yawned and stretched, and then I froze. Every nerve in my body seemed to freeze, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I was not in the place where I had fallen asleep. I was not alone.

Blaze had his arms around me, sleeping contently beside me. I felt his heat flow through my body, his arms, one around my waist, and the other around my shoulder. Ian. Is what my heart told me, yet Blaze it what my head said. It felt like Ian, but logically I know better than to let myself believe that.

My head was resting on the pillow next to his chest, his head just above mine, and a content smile on his face. It felt wonderful, it felt so familiar, and it felt like Ian. It felt wrong.

I squirmed out of his arms, my heart over reacting. His hand felling to the ground with a thump, his eyes opening with surprise. He sat up next to me quickly, sending me a questioning look. Then I saw the realization wash over his face, then confusion, as he too noticed how close I was to him. I shifted away from his carefully, both of us staring into each other's eyes. None of us spoke, none of us moved; I don't think we even blinked.

"I…" I what? There was no way I could explain this, "I'm sorry." Was the best I could do.

He dropped his head down starring at the mattress. How I must be torturing him. How can I be so cruel? I acted on instinct…it was something I was use to. Something I would always do with Ian, it came naturally.

He stood slowly, his face tortured, almost close to tears. He shook his head, dazed. What a terrible person I am. How I torture him more, how I take his heart and stab a knife into it, watching him cry out in pain. I give him this…this shimmer of hope, of the one thing he wants the most, and then I take it away so quickly he has no chance at recovery. I remember how people were so cruel to me when I had first arrived.

I remember the time when Jared had kissed me. I remember how it made my heart explode with love and passion that I held for him, and I remembered how it had hurt and angered Melanie, now I wonder if Ian had the same reaction. Again I remembered how I had felt, how he had kissed me, making my whole world have meaning, then, I remembered how he had not kissed me, but Melanie, fore I was Wanda, not Melanie. I remember the confusion and pain I had dealt, some would call Jared insane and malicious to bring me such pain. Some would call him foolish, for realising a whole new pain upon my innocent heart. I am just as malicious, foolish, and insane. Fore I have done the same. I am too torturing someone in the worst way possible. I am hurting him in the worst way, physical pain would be nothing compared to the pain that I had bestowed on his heart.

"It is not your fault my Wanderer." He said quietly, "I shall…get our food ready."

I watched him slowly leave, my heart swelling, he looked at me quickly, and I saw something in his eyes, something that I had not seen before. Something incredibly new.

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Well that's the end of that chapter. Truth be told, I have no idea where this story is heading. I'm simply using my imagination, and have no clue of how this is going to end…yet. So you're not the only one clueless here. Just know that I'm not a happily ever sort of girl, so you have been warned. This may not end well =)… though I'm willing to change my mind if you have any suggestions.