A/N: This the Chapter 9 of A Million Reasons from Crystal's point of view. Basically all you have to know is Wanda is giving birth and the stress of labor wakes Crystal. Ian is at her feet and she is leaning against Burns. The baby is coming too fast to make it to the Healer's so they pulled over on the side of the road. Hopefully that's explanation enough.

Congratulations to starlitsmile who answered my challenge first. And thanks to wilty and Someone aka Me for making attempts as well. The names of the cheerleaders called in the previous chapter were Cara, Mady, Alexis, Hannah, and Leah, the girls from Jon & Kate Plus 8, my favorite show. The super-cute boys deserve a shout out too. Aaden, Collin, and Joel. The best dream I've had in months? I dreamed I was their nanny. I think that would be awesome haha.

Ok, rambling finished. Final Chapter here. Enjoy!

I stayed asleep for nine years. I had no memories, no awareness, no dreams. Nine years of my life left blank. When I woke up, I had no idea of the time that had passed or the activity of my body during that time.

The last thing I remembered was drifting off to sleep in the locker room, but when I woke up I was in the backseat of a car and from the look of my surroundings I was in the desert somewhere. There were no deserts anywhere near Portland. The first conclusion that I jumped to was that I had been kidnapped. I tried to get up and make a break for it but soon realized I couldn't force my legs to move. Had they given me some kind of drug to paralyze me? I had seen that in a horror movie once. Why did my life seem like a horror movie recently?

I looked around and realized I was not alone. There was a man at my feet and a man sitting behind me who I appeared to be leaning on. What was going on? All of the sudden I felt a strange pain in my stomach. The two men were both barking out orders, mostly to each other but sometimes at me. One would say "Push!" and the other would say "Breathe!" I didn't understand what was going on.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

No one even looked at me. It was like I hadn't spoken at all. Finally I was answered, by a female voice that sounded eerily familiar. "It's ok. The baby's just coming a little faster than we expected. We'll be fine." Baby? What baby? I was so confused. I didn't see any babies or anyone that was pregnant. And why did that voice sound so familiar? Where was she? I couldn't see anyone else other than the two men.

I felt the pain again and looked to my stomach to discover the cause. I nearly fainted when I saw a bulging pregnant stomach. How long had I been asleep for? What kind of sick people were these?

I tried to scream but I didn't have control over my mouth. How had my previous question been answered? It was then that I felt this strange other presence. Almost like I was sharing my mind with someone else. It was completely bizarre and absolutely impossible but the feeling stuck with me anyway. Was it possible that this was true? While this would seem off the wall on any other day, I reminded myself that the last two days of my life had been completely off the wall. If there was someone there I needed to know why.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

The same familiar voice answered me, out of breath. "We were on our way to the Healer but we had to pull over. I'm sure everything will be fine." Her ragged breathing seemed synchronized with my own. It was as if she was the one giving birth not me.

I could hear the man who was at my feet talking to me, calling me Wanda. Who was Wanda? Then the voice replied to his question, saying that she was talking to the woman asking the questions. I guessed that she meant me, which meant she was Wanda. So why was he looking at me when he asked that question? Then Wanda said that she thought my voice was coming from the other side of the car.

How could she not know where I was? Everyone was focused on me. I had to let her know what was going on. "I'm not outside the car," I said. "I'm sitting in the backseat."

I felt my breath catch and I sensed a strange searching in my brain, like I was investigating some detail I couldn't quite recall. I had no idea what I was searching for but I tried to focus as hard as I could on the search. I found myself thinking about a day a couple of years before. It was just a normal day. I was just sitting in front of the mirror in my room brushing my hair. I had no idea why my brain had wanted to see this scene.

The voice spoke again, though this time it sounded different, like she was just speaking directly into my mind, not voicing her thoughts out loud.

'What is your name?' Wanda asked me.

I was terrified. What had happened? Was she really in my head at the same time as me? How was that possible? What was going on? A million questions rushed through my mind. It took awhile to realize that I still had to answer her.

'Crystal', I responded.

Wanda's attention was now diverted to her labor. I found it easy to focus elsewhere. It may have been my body but this was Wanda's labor. I was just along for the ride.

I hoped that since she could probe my mind for information I could do the same to her. I searched her memories and found that she had been using my body as a host. I was absolutely horrified, especially when I found that everyone who I had been accused of being possessed really was, in a technical sense of the word. I realized that without my body Wanda would not be able to survive, so it was useless to me to hope that she would give me my body back.

During this time Wanda had given birth to the baby and was looking at it lovingly through my eyes. I had to admit she was a very cute baby, but she wasn't mine. She may have been born from my body but she wasn't mine. I was only twelve years old after all.

It was at that point that I started bombarding Wanda with questions. How long have I been your host? Where are my parents? Am I going to be like this forever? I'm just sitting here, watching you live your life? It's just not fair! I could tell that Wanda was not in the mood for my questions at the moment but I needed answers.

She sighed and showed me her plan. I would get my body back. Apparently, some hosts are lost completely, and that was the only reason she used me; she thought I had been lost forever. She would find another body, with a host who was not present. She urged me to wait patiently and that it would be taken care of very soon but I wanted it taken care of now. I decided that I could show her a small amount of kindness and as a preemptive payback for the enormous amount of kindness she was about to show me. I left her alone to faun over her baby with the man I assumed was her husband. I had to say, he was very good looking but he was so old!

I waited in the background while Wanda went to the doctor, who she called a 'healer'. He inspected her and the baby and gave them a clean bill of health. They didn't have to stay at the hospital a couple of nights? Things had really changed.

Wanda was sitting outside waiting to be picked up by the other soul. Her husband, who she called Ian, was sitting in the bushes hiding from other souls. He was still human. That fact alone helped me to believe Wanda's promise that she would let me have my body back.

She seemed reminded of that promise and started talking to Ian, letting him know of my sudden awakening. She called me Pet, which was the first time she allowed me to see that she was the second soul to inhabit my body. I couldn't say that I was happy with this revelation but I wasn't going to hold it against her just yet.

She told Ian her theory about how I was woken up by the stress on the body of having a baby. Then she thought to herself, 'I cannot deal with another rebellious host'.

I already knew that her previous host was less than hospitable in the beginning and she seemed worried it was going to happen again. 'I'm not rebelling yet. And if you keep your promise I won't have to,' I reminded her.

The other soul arrived and Wanda placed the baby in the backseat, the whole time worried about Ian's reaction to her news. She thought he was angry at her. Then he told the other soul that we had to pick up a cryo-tank. This didn't mean anything at first until Wanda sent me a flash of the tanks I had seen in the locker room. Which meant that I was getting my body back sooner than I had hoped.

"We need to find Wanda a new host," Ian said. Wanda was right to love him. He was a very compassionate to not only Wanda, but me too. I was getting my life back.

Then a new question crept in. What kind of life would I be going back to?

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing, you guys are awesome! I have a few stories I've been working on and I think my next project will be my version of Breaking Dawn in musical form. And yes, it is as ridiculous as it sounds.