I had a great time writing this story, but in a way I'm happy that this is the end.
I just lost my inspiration for this story, and I knew I had to end it. Which is why I'm ending it like this.
I have other stories to focus on, but maybe one day there will come a sequel. Who knows?
I just want to say thank you to all of my readers, and those who have reviewed. You've all helped me with this story, and you're a part of it.
Well, with everything said... Here it is, the last chapter of Seeing through different eyes.

Everything happened very fast.

The second I had said the words, Ian was on his feet, getting dressed. While he did so, I climbed out of the bed, and rose to my feet.

Ian was all over the place, looking for god knows what.

"Ian," I said, walking up to him and placing my hands on his arms to try to make him relax.

"Calm down," I told him and stared into his eyes. It took a moment, but then he took a deep breath and relaxed. I placed a quick kiss on his lips, and then I put my shoes on. I had the long legged pyjama pants on me, and a oversized t-shirt. And I really didn't care if anyone was awake to see me.

"Do you think Doc is awake?" I asked as I took his hand after he had removed one of the doors.

"We're gonna have to wake him if he's not," Ian answered me, and I sighed. I didn't want to wake him if he were asleep, but we had to.

We were barely out the doors before we saw him though. He was on his way into his room when he noticed us, and walked toward us instead.

"It's time," Ian told him, and Doc looked at me. I knew what he wanted to know.

"Five minutes ago maybe," I told him, and he nodded.

"Do you know how long it was?"

I shook my head; I hadn't even thought about counting the seconds of the contraction.

Doc nodded again, and then told us we should get going.

Since it took so long for me to walk, Ian decided it was best if he lifted me up in his arms and carried me. In a normal situation, I would have told him to let me go and that I could walk by myself.

But this wasn't a normal situation, and I wanted his arms to carry me.

So I didn't argue, and it didn't take us long at all to reach the hospital.

Once we were there, Ian placed me in the hospital bed we had got on the last raid.

It was Doc's idea to get something more comfortable, and I thought it was a great idea. And since it fitted in the van, we got one.

It was for everyone's use, if anyone ever needed to go down here, but I was the first to actually use it.

"How do you feel?" Doc asked me as he searched for something.

"Right now, I feel like normal," I told him. And I did.

As I watched Doc prepare himself, Ian stood beside me, holding my hand.

"Take the chair," I told him simply, and after a while he did.

We had also gotten a chair with two arm rests at the same time we had got the bed, and Ian would be much more comfortable in it than he would be standing up.

"Doc," I said a moment later, when I felt another contraction coming.

He measured how long it was, and then nodded to himself.

I don't know how many hours it took before it was actually time.

Two, three maybe. The contractions were creeping closer, and they lasted for longer.

And every time Doc measured me, I was more and more dialated.

Ian looked so helpless sitting beside me, holding my hand. He probably thought there was nothing he could do to make me feel better, but he already did it by being there next to me.

"Okay, I think it's time," Doc said, and Ian rose from his chair. Doc had told him to sit behind me because it might help having him there. So he climbed into the bed, and I leaned against his chest.

I was holding both of his hands, and he placed a kiss in my hair.

Doc told me what to do and not to do, and I listened and nodded.

When he told me to push, I pushed. And god, did it hurt. But in a way, this was good pain. This pain meant we would see our daugther soon.

If I hurt Ian when I squeezed his hands so hard he couldn't feel them, he sure didn't complain.

All he did was to whisperer comforting words in my ear, and he told me I was doing great.

And it helped, everything he did. I knew I wouldn't have been able to do this without him.

When I had pushed for what felt like the thousand time, we heard it. Our daughter. She was screaming, and when I looked I saw Doc holding her.

I leaned back against Ian's chest again, and tried to get my breathing down.

And then everything blacked out. I must have been so exhausted so I didn't remember the next hours and I must have fallen asleep eventually.

When I woke up I heard even breaths from beside me. Ian. Other than that, it was quiet.

I didn't know for how long I had been asleep, but I wasn't tired anymore.

But something I was was sore. Not very surprising, and something I had expected to be.

Other than that, I was comfortable on the bed I was on.

I opened my eyes, and noticed that it was still dark in the room. The sun was on it's way up, but it wasn't so light outside so that the room could be light. Not yet, but in an hour or so.

Ian was sitting in the chair next to me, and he hadn't noticed that I was awake.

He looked tired but happy, with a smile on his lips, looking down on our daughter in his arms.

She was asleep, wrapped inside a warm blanket, looking quite comfortable in her fathers arms. Father. I couldn't help but smile. We were parents now. We had a whole new life to take care of. A whole new life to love.

"See, you're a natural," I said, my voice only a whisper. He looked up, surprised to hear my voice.

"It's not very hard to do something wrong when just holding her," he said, and I chuckled.

"Hey," he said then, getting up and placed a small kiss on my lips.

"How are you?" he asked, sitting down again, making sure to be careful. I smiled again.

"Sore, but I wasn't expecting anything else. How long was I asleep?"

"Two hours maybe, not very long."

My eyes left his face and looked at our daugher again. I couldn't see her clearly from here, and I wanted to hold her in my arms. Wanted to feel her.

I didn't have to ask. Ian stood up again, and gently gave her to me.

She was so light, so small. So beautiful. It was like she fitted perfectly in my arms.

Already, she looked like her father. She had his lips, his nose, even his earlobes.

I smiled.

And she had a thin layer of short, black hair on her tiny head.

Her eyes were closed, so I couldn't see the color. But I hoped for sapphire.

She was perfect.

"She's so... small," I whispered in awe.

"She's beautiful, just like her mother."

"Yet she looks like her father," I answered him, smiling more and Ian kissed the top of my head.

"I'd better go get some stuff," he said, and I nodded knowing he meant for her. I didn't want her to freeze.

"Doc, you want something?" he asked then, and that's when I realized Doc was still there.

I thought he was asleep.

"No," I heard Doc say, but I didn't look up. I didn't tear my eyes from the miracle in my arms.

"I'll be right back," Ian said to me, and then I heard his footsteps disappearing.

"How you feeling?" Doc asked me, and I could feel him standing beside me.

"Good," I answered and turned my head to look at him. He looked tired. He hadn't been sleeping any more than Ian had. Which was nothing.

"Doc, you should sleep," I said but he shook his head and took a seat in the chair.

"I'll sleep later."

"What time is it?" I asked, looking down on her again.

"Five, maybe," he answered calmly.

"Have you measured her yet?" I asked, wondering how long she could be. Not long.

"Right before you woke up. She's 47 centimeters, and she weighs about 3000 grams."

No wonder she was so small then.

"Have you and Ian decided on names yet?"

"No. We've come up with a few, but it's not decided yet."

And now when I looked at her, I didn't know what I wanted her name to be.

Her middle name was decided a long time ago, and it was easy. But the first name? No idea.

She started to stir a little bit then, starting to wake up and I smiled again.

"She's probably hungry, you should try to feed her. She didn't eat much the last time," Doc said, and got up from the chair, walking back to his desk to give me some privacy.

She opened her eyes then, not much but enough for me to see them. The exact color of her fathers eyes. She looked at me, her eyes unfocused but still steady. She was so beautiful.

"Hey sweetie," I whispered to her, and she kept looking at me. Making no sound.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, still whispering as pulled up my shirt so that she could eat if she wanted to. Carefully I placed her in position against my breast, and she quickly took it.

It was a strange feeling, her eating from me. It tickled at first, but I quickly got used to it.

She didn't eat much, but she ate before she fell asleep again, this time with her small mouth around my breast. Just as she fell asleep Ian came back, placing clothes and a small diaper on the bed next to me. He had also brought a pair of sweatpants for me, knowing I would want them, and placed them on the top.

"She's eating?" he asked, as he sat down again.

"She did, but she just fell asleep again," I said, as I moved her and pulled down my shirt again.

"Can you take her for a second?" I asked, and Ian gently took her. I took my sweatpants and pulled them on, and sat indian style on the bed, leaning against the upper part of the bed that was positioned so that I could sit instead of lying down.

Without having to ask, Ian gave her back to me and I carefully laid her on the bed. I reached for the diaper and the clothes, and for some reason I knew exactly what to do.

The diaper was a little bit to big on her, but other than that it fitted. And the clothes were perfect.

I wrapped her loosly in the blanket again, and placed her in my arms.

Ian were watching me the entire time, with awe, pride and love in his eyes.

"What?" I asked as I leaned back, and he shook his head.

"Nothing, it's just... You're amazing, Wanda," he said, and I could feel my eyes getting moist.

But I didn't want to cry.

"You should sleep," I said instead.

"I'm not tired," he answered me, but he lied. I could see it, and I could hear it in his voice.

He hadn't been sleeping for almost twenty four hours, and he needed to sleep.

"Liar," I said, looking at him. I sighed, and answered the question so clearly written in his eyes.

"I'll be fine. Sleep."

He was about to close his eyes but I gave him a look that clearly said 'not in the chair', so he sighed and moved one of the cots so it was next to my bed, and lay down on it.

It didn't take long before he fell asleep, and I smiled.

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I had moved so that I was sitting in the chair, my legs crossed and my daughter in my arms.

Doc and I had been talking for almost an hour, and I had given her some more food when she woke up again. She ate more than the last time but she quickly fell asleep again. I could feel that I was beginnig to get tired again, but I didn't want to wake Ian. I could sleep when he woke up.

Besides, I wanted to spend time with my daughter.

Doc had been close to sleep, too, but he hadn't fallen asleep just yet. But it was close where he was sitting at his desk, forcing his eyes to stay open.

I had told him to sleep several times, but he said no every time. So I stopped telling him.

It was probably after breakfast now, and the hospital was light from the spring sun.

They were going to start working soon, and I was surprised no one had come down to the hospital yet. There was no way they could now about the miracle in my arms, but wouldn't they be looking for Doc? He was always eating breakfast with them, and Sharon should be looking for him since he didn't come to bed last night. And Jeb was probably wondering why he was one man short...

"Hey, Doc...-" I heard Kyle saying loudly but I cut him off. I didn't want him to wake somebody up.

"Shhh. You'll wake your brother... or your niece," I said, and Kyle's steps frozed for a second before he started walking again. I smiled, knowing I had surprised him but I didn't look up at him, even though I knew he was standing beside me now. Looking at us. He didn't say anything, and it was quiet for at least a minute.

"Kyle, did you want something?" Doc's voice asked from behind.

"Eh, Jeb wanted to talk to you, and Sharon is pissed about the fact that you didn't come to bed last night. Although, I understand why..." Kyle said, his voice both happy and surprised. Shocked.

I heard Doc sigh, and then he started to walk, his foots shuffling.

"Better go talk to both of them... Wanda, you want something?"

"Maybe some food and water, please. But I can just ask Ian when he wakes up..." I said, looking at the doctor.

"No, let him sleep. I'll take care of it," he spoke, a small but tired smile on his lips.

"Eustace, please sleep," I said right before he left, and I heard him mumbling something in response.

Hopefully he would do what I told him to do.

"Rough night?" Kyle asked, looking down on me and then at his brother, sleeping.

"I guess you can say that," I said, smiling to him.

"How... how old is she?" he asked, sitting down on the bed, looking at his niece sleeping in my arms.

A smile played on his lips.

"What time is it?" I had to ask to answer his question.

"Hm, eight I think..."

"About four hours then."

"You know, we've been wondering where you've been, but no one thought of this," he said, smiling wider. I looked at him, and couldn't help but to smile back. I could see that he was happy about having a niece, a new member of the family. He was almost glowing.

"You wanna hold her?" I asked, and his eyes met mine. He looked... scared?

"But she's so small. I don't want to break her..." I smiled at this vulnerable side of Kyle.

It wasn't something you saw often.

"You won't break her," I promised, and carefully stood up and gave her to him.

She looked even smaller in the big arms of Kyle, but he held her so carefully I couldn't help but smile warmly at the sight. I had never seen him so careful before. He was so cautious, holding her.

As I sat down again, he sat still, staring at the baby in his arms.

"Wow... She's a real beauty," he said, his voice almost a whisper.

He didn't say anything else, and neither did I. We both sat still, looking on the baby in his arms.

"I should probably go," he said after a while, giving her back to me. He didn't met my eyes, and when I saw them I understood why. They were glassy, and it was hard to understand that he was close to tears. I knew Ian wouldn't believe me if I told him. But it was nice to see this side of Kyle, a side that reminded me so much of his younger brother.

"I can tell people not to come down here, if you want to be alone. The word is probably going around, now when Doc has talked to Jeb," he said, and I nodded my head.

"Thank you," I told him. I would be nice to have some alone time.

"See you later then. Now, take good care of her," he said, and I nodded.

"Thank you, Kyle. Bye."

"Bye," he said, and then we were alone again.

"That was your uncle Kyle," I whispered to her, sleeping so peacefully. "And that was probably the only time you'll see him cry," I laughed quietly.

I thought about the names Ian and I had gone through a few weeks ago.

Samantha, Anna, Kayla, Morgan, Layla, Chloe, Jessica and Zoey.

Eight different names. What name would fit her the best?

I whispered every name quietly, listening to the sound of it.

When I whispered the name Chloe, it twiched a bit in the corner of her mouth.

I knew it wasn't a smile, she was too young to smile, but I still wanted to think of it as one.

"Chloe," I tried the name out loud again, and I liked the sound of it.

"Chloe O'Shea, is that you're name?" I whispered, smiling softly.

"I like it. But we should probably talk to you dad about it," I said, glancing at Ian, still asleep on the cot. Chloe had been his favorite of all the names, and I doubted it was different now.

I saw Ian beginning to stir about twenty minutes later, and a moment later he woke up.

"Hey," he said in a quiet voice as he sat down on the bed.

"Hey," I answered him, and leaned forward to kiss him. It wasn't that long between the chair and the bed, only an inch, so I could still sit as I did so.

I could see that he was still tired, but not as much as before.

"Did I wake you?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"I was thinking about names," I murmured and looked into his eyes.

"What do you think?" he asked, and I pursed my lips.

"I like the name Chloe," I told him, and saw him smiling as he looked down at her.

"She does look like a Chloe," he murmured, and I smiled. So she had a name.

I didn't have time to answer him before we both hears footsteps running toward the hospital.

Ian and I looked at each other, both of us wondering who it might be. Didn't Kyle say that he wouldn't tell everyone not to come down here?

I turned my head and saw Mel coming into the hospital, her steps slowing down. So they were back from the raid. I had almost forgot about her, so sucked up into this moment.

"Hey you three," she whispered, tears in her eyes.

"Hey Mel," I said, smiling at her expression. She looked like she had been running.

"I'm gonna leave you alone," Ian said and got up from the bed. Mel gave him a quick hug before he left.

"Kyle just told me. They're probably pissed about the fact that I left them unpacking alone," she laughed, and I glared at her.

"Mel..." I was about to protest, but she stopped me.

"I had to see if it was true, right?" she said, using her puppy eyes on me. I stopped glaring, and looked at Chloe again.

"Can I hold her?" she asked, about to cry again, and she didn't have to ask twice.

We switched places, Mel taking my seat in the chair and I sat down on the bed.

"She is adorable," she whispered as I ate, looking at them. Also Mel was careful, holding her niece in her arms.

"When did it start?" she asked after awhile of silence, and I had to think.

"Right after we had gone to bed. I didn't even had the chance to go to sleep. Maybe around eleven last night."

"And she's born..?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Around three-thirty, maybe." Mel only nodded, and looked down on the baby in her arms.

"What's her name?" she murmured, and I smiled.

"Chloe," I told her, and saw her smiling.

"Chloe O'Shea. It's perfect."

"Actually, it's Chloe Melanie O'Shea."

"Really?" she asked, and it looked like she was about to cry again.

"Mel, you're the reason I'm here. I have you to thank for everything, and this is the only way I know how to do it in," I whispered, speaking nothing but the truth.

Melanie really was the reason I was here today. The reason I was able to hold my daugher in my arms.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have come to this caves. I wouldn't have met Ian. I wouldn't have given myself up to save her and they wouldn't have got me a new body, so that I could be myself.

I really had her to thank for everything, and that's why it had been so easy to chose Melanie as Chloe's middlename.

"And I promised myself I wouldn't cry more today," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks, and we laughed together.

"Have you been sleeping?" she changed the subject.

"A few hours."

"Then sleep," she told me as she turned her gaze too look at me.

"Mel, you should help the others to unpack."

"I can't," she told me simply.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm babysitting," she told me, and I rolled my eyes.

"Wake me up if she get's hungry."

"I will," she promised, and I relaxed on the bed.

---

When I woke up I heard voices - quiet whispers. But that wasn't what woke me up.

Actually, I don't know what it was. My instincts maybe. It was hard to tell, all I knew was that I was still tired.

I opened my eyes, and saw Ian sitting on the bed next to me. He hadn't noticed I was awake, and he was talking with someone.

I turned my head against the whispered voices and found Jamie, Jared, Jodi, Kyle and Amanda gathered around the chair Mel was sitting in, holding my daughter who was now awake.

"I thought you said you'd wake me up," I said, looking at Mel who looked at me when I spoke.

"She's not hungry," she said, but just then she started to whimper in Mel arms.

"Well, at least she wasn't," Mel said, standing up and placed her in my waiting arms.

"Can you give me that blanket?" I asked her, poiting at the blanket hanging over the arm rest on the chair. Jared reached for it and gave it to me before Mel had the time.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked, as I placed her in the right position, hidden under the blanket resting on my shoulder. I wouldn't of cared if it was just the girls and Ian, but I really didn't feel like showing Jared, Jamie and Kyle my breasts. They looked away anyway.

"I don't know, an hour," Mel mumbled, looking at me.

It felt strange they way everyone looked at me, so I looked down on the small miracle in my arms.

"Wanda, I know I've told you this, but you really are going to be a wonderful mom. I've seen you with her for what? Five minutes, and you're already there."

"Thank you, Mel," I said. I knew that when the day comes, she'll be one, too.

I've seen her with Jamie, and it was amazing to see the love she had for him.

I knew her day was going to come. They had taken it a step longer and got married, and I knew Mel had always wished for kids. And if Ian and I could do it, so could they.

It was quiet for a moment as she ate, all looking at us making me feel uncomfortable again.

"Can I hold her?" Jamie asked then, and I nodded. I gently gave Chloe to Jamie, who held her just as carefully as everyone else had. She still looked small, even in Jamie's arms.

"She's so cute..." he started, but quickly changed his mind when she threw up on him.

"Ugh, gross," he said, and I chuckled along with Ian and Mel.

"Get used to it," Mel said, and Jamie gave her Chloe so that he could wipe it off with something.

Ian reached his hand to me, and I took it, smiling.

"So, how does it feel? You have a family now. A whole other life to take care of," Amanda asked, giving me Chloe after she had held her. She was about to fall asleep again, and I smiled as I answered Amanda's question.

"It feels just like I dreamed it would," I said truthfully. It really was.

"You should all go, get to work," I said a moment later, and I saw them nodding. They could all understand that we wanted to be alone.

"I'll see you later," Mel said and then they all left, leaving me and my little family alone.

Ian moved so that he was beside me instead, and I made room for him.

He fitted easily, since the bed was so big, and I leaned my head against his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around both me and Chloe, holding us lovingly.

I tilted my head up so that I could look at him.

"I love you," he whispered, and I felt myself smiling.

"We love you, too," I whispered back and then his lips came down on mine.

I knew that we could do this. We could be the parents we wanted to be, and Chloe would grow up being loved.

I knew it would be hard to raise her here, but we could do it. Together we could do anything.