Author's Note: Yep, I want to stab myself right now… anyways this is for Sony Boy and all the other reviewers and readers and followers who've enjoyed my story! Thank you all so much. And Sony Boy, this is the last (bonus) chapter. So you can take it off your alert list! Sorry if it isn't up to your expectations :p Thanks again.

Clarity

Ian's POV

"She's waking up!" Jamie crowed behind me. As tightly wound as I was, I didn't turn to glare at his too-loud voice. It would have meant moving my eyes from the fluttering eyelids of the woman-child in front of me. Reverently, I reached my hand out- it was shaking badly- and caressed the woman's ("WANDA'S," my heart screamed) eyelids.

My heart stopped for a moment, skipping a beat when soft grey eyes met mine. The shade I'd never seen before, in fact I'd never known someone with grey eyes… but at the same time they were the most familiar eyes in the world. The ring of silver shimmered and melded and floated into a pool of light charcoal, but more importantly was the gentleness and wonder in the orbs. Nervousness coursed through my veins and seized my heart. Would she remember me? No would she remember us? Something lit up in Wanda's eyes, and my heart double-timed. Oh god…

"Ian, a high voice trilled, confusion evident in it. My heart caught in my throat, and I froze. Did she just-

"Ian, where am I?"

When I was a kid, I was told about love. I'd experienced and seen it, with my family and my friends. I'd known brotherly affection and loyalty with fighting that never went too far; I'd tried camaraderie that flowed through my veins like the pint of beer I'd knocked down at my mate's place. I'd felt warmth and sunshine with hugs from my parents. I'd felt numerous flits of slow-burning passion in every kiss I shared with Wanderer, in Melanie's body, before.

Now I felt hundreds and thousands of days of memories, my mind trying its best to compare this indescribable feeling to anything I'd felt before. It was so confusing, yet it was so, so clear. It was clarity ingrained in every recess of my brain, like the world had slowed down and I had time to take in every detail of this- this moment.

The burn of pleasure through my heart startled me. My heart, having been weighed down since that faithful night not long ago, swooped and soared. Hearing my name to be the first –and second!- word that fell from Wanderer's lips when she awoke to her tenth life… God, I loved this woman, no, this ethereal being so, so much.

And no doubt I always would.