Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Silver ❯ Chapter 1

Silver

 

I do not own anything by Stephanie Meyer.

 

Wanda sighed inwardly as she tucked her small form closer to Ian's side on the double mattress they shared. The rains would let up soon, and then they could move back into their own cavern like rooms. The air in the large game cavern was damp with the smell of creosote everywhere. It hung in her hair and clung to all of her clothes. The smell reminded her of Melanie. Memories of Melanie's time in the desert invaded her mind. Grimacing, she forced it all from her thoughts. She didn't want to have all of Melanie's memories, but she couldn't help it. Wanda, or Wanderer wanted her own memories of this world. Wanda smiled. Those would come. She and Ian would make them.

Ian, sensing her wakefulness, squeezed her gently and sat up with her in his arms.

“Sleep well babe?” he whispered, mindful of their neighbors.

“Not as well as I'd like,” she answered shyly, “I'm sure it will be much better when we have space to ourselves,” she finished with a wink. Lately, her body had been letting her know just how much she wanted alone time with Ian.

Ian smiled. “I know how you feel. A little bit longer, love. Then we get all the time we could want.”

He kissed her, and got up. It was time to get ready for the day. The farthest fields needed planting, and Wanda and Ian were scheduled to work it. Wanda was definitely NOT looking forward to it. The soil was going to be wet and mushy. Not her idea of a good time. Ian had protested her assignments. They were all “too labor intensive”, according to him. Wanda just blew him off. Just because she was stuck in this small, week body didn't mean she could sit and watch everyone work hard. It was an argument neither could win, but neither would give up.

 

Wanda sat up from her crouch in the field. She was already so tired! She absolutely hated this weak body sometimes! Ian thought she was beautiful, but Wanda missed the strength and stamina from Melanie's body. Well, beggars couldn't be choosers, she thought. The heat had started up again as soon as the rains started to slack off. The chamber was actually steaming. She started to feel dizzy from the sheer heat. The simple motion of placing grain in the earth tired her out far sooner than even her fragile body was used to.

“Are you tired, already?” Wanda started from her thoughts at Ian's voice.

“N-no!” she stammered, kneeling over to continue. Waves of dizziness suddenly engulfed her, freezing her in place. She groaned as nausea attacked her. What was wrong with her? She looked up, searching for Ian through the haze of her vision as a roaring began in her hearing.

Wanda saw Ian's stricken look as she fell forward into his arms and knew no more.

 

Light stabbed through into her consciousness. “Unnnng” she blundered, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Wanda?” Ian's voice sounded. From his voice, it sounded like they were in a smaller chamber of their underground “palace”.

Wanda opened her eyes, slowly, hand shielding her from the curious blue lights. “What?' she asked, almost annoyed.

“Wanda, you passed out while we were in the fields. Are you all right? You scared me so much!” Ian said, eyes intense.

Wanda struggled to sit up. “Sure, I guess I just go too hot. Sorry,” she finished, not meeting Ian's eyes.

“That's it. No more fields for you. The heat is just too much for you!” Ian's arm circled around Wanda to help her sit up. He pressed a cup into her hands, helping her to take a drink as he spoke. She nearly spit out all she drank when he finished.

“No!” Wanda protested. Her voice sounded far too weak for her taste. “I want to work with you! Don't make me wash dishes all the time!” Tears leaked down Wanda's face.

“Shhh,” Ian whispered, hugging Wanda to him. “Don't worry about that right now. Just relax. Doc came in to see you earlier. He worries about you too. He wants you to stop as well.”

“I don't care about Doc says!” Wanda yelled becoming more and more agitated.

“Ok! Ok!” Ian said, sensing her distress. “Calm down, love. We'll think of something. You don't have to wash dishes all the time,” he soothed, and Wanda melted into his warm embrace.

Slowly, Wanda became aware of where they were. “Ian, are we in your room?”

Ian smiled. “Yeah. Doc thought you might need some privacy, or more than what you would get in the hospital wing. We cleaned this up while Doc checked you out. The rains have officially stopped.”

“Oh,” Wanda said, mind far away. Suddenly, she figured out what that meant. “OH! You mean!? We don't have to sleep in the game room anymore!?” Excitement surged through her. They would finally get to be together. Her emotions were so wild, Wanda gasped.

Ian chuckled. “don't worry about anything.” He sensed her excitement and fear. Suddenly, he let go of Wanda and stood in front of her, leaning in so their faces were level. “Stay here and rest today. We'll work something out as far as the fields go. Don't worry about it right now.” Ian kissed her soundly, and left the room.

Wanda didn't know what to do. She touched her lips, remembering the kiss from Ian. If a kiss was all it took to reduce her to a puddle, what would the rest be like? Sighing, she laid back down, and fell quickly into sleep once more.