Title:Different Book: The Host by Stephenie Meyer

Rating:T

Pairing:Ian/Wanda, Melanie/Jared

Summary: When Wanda gets an enexpected surprise, how will the rest of the humans react?

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a story that popped into my head while I was rereading The Host. I hope you like it, and, if you don't...that's ok.

I woke up early that morning, feeling sick and nauseated. I felt the urge to cough up my dinner.

"Ian? Ian!" I whispered, nudging him awake. I was feeling sick again, and I needed help.

"Wanda? What's the matter?" he asked, looking concerned. I felt another wave of nausea hit me, and I moaned in pain. "I think I'm sick." I said, clutching my stomach. Pet had always had a sensitive stomach, but this was different.

"It's ok," he said,"do you need to see Doc?" he put his arm around me. His blue eyes where worried.

"Yes, please." I said, trying to hold down my last meal.

Without a word,he swept me effortly into his arms and carried me quickly through the tunnels to the hospital. On the way I closed my eyes, trying to think of happy things to calm my worried mind.

We reached the hospital, and Ian set me onto one of the cots. He gently shook sleeping Doc awake, startling him.

"Ian," said Doc, rubbing his tired eyes,"what are you doing here? It's early." Candy, also woken by our arrival, had the same look of concern Ian and Doc wore.

"Wanda's sick." Ian said sadly.

"What's the matter? he asked.

"I think she has the flu..." he said, as I sat up straight and put my hand over my mouth. He swiftly grabbed a bucket and I coughed up the dinner I had had the night before. I was shaking and had tears in my eyes, I felt weak all over, but Ian steadied me by putting an arm around me.

Doc looked at me curiously. "Well," he said,"I'll take care of her, so you can sleep."

"No." said Ian. "I'm not going anywhere." Ian was one of the most selfless humans I had ever met.

"Well," he said, still watching me with tired but concerned eyes,"I'll get you some water."

With that, he left the room to retreive what I needed. Candy spoke from the corner of the room.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yes." I said, groggy and exhausted. My stomach still felt a little sick.

"Well, I'm surprised you got the flu." she said. "I don't see how anything could have given you the flu." She seemed to have lost her train of thought, but then she got a look she was obviously trying to hide, as if she knew what was wrong and didn't want me to know.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." she said, laying back down on her cot. "I'm going to sleep. I hope you feel better, Wanda."

"Thanks." I said, still bothered my her expression of understanding.

Ian tightened his arm around me, and kissed my forehead lightly. We had grown closer as the months passed after the monsoon season ended, and we were rarely seen apart. Jamie had even noticed, giving us space. People seemed to look at me differently not that I was with Ian. Now I seemed even more harmless.

He leaned to whisper in my ear. "How are you feeling?" he said into my mess of golden hair.

"Wonderful." I said, the sarcasm thick in my voice. I had still inherited Melanie's sarcasm.

"You're a lousy liar." he said, pulling me into his lap. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Thanks." I said, smiling a weak smile.

I heard footsteps, and Doc soon returned with water and bread.

"Now," he said, handing me the items in his hands," just slowly eat this bread and drink this water, and it should calm you stomach." He smiled, patting my hand.

He turned to walk away, but I still had a question. "Doc?"

"Yes?"

"Why am I sick?"

He hesitated, turning to face me.

"Doc?"

"Well, Wanda, there are two possible reasons." he said.

"And those are?" Ian stiffened, paying attention.

"Well, you could have the flu. But, I don't know why you would get the flu." We made sure to only eat fresh food so nobody would get sick. If I was contagious I didn't want to get anyone else sick, aspecially not Ian.

"That wouldn't be good." I said hesitantly.

"No, it wouldn't." he agreed.

There was a long silence, all of us seemed to be thinking.

"Well," Ian spoke up," what's the other reason?"

"Wanda could be pregnant..." Doc said quietly.

"What?" I gasped. How would little Pet handle being pregnant? She could barely lift the container of lunch dishes, much less hold up a baby.

I looked up at Ian. He was completely speechless.

"Well, some humans react to pregnancy by getting sick. And Pet seems prone to getting sick and being sensitive to illness and reactions..." he trailed off again.

I felt tears running down my cheeks. Why was I crying? I had no reason to be crying. Some souls dreamed of motherhood, and it was all but worshiped. I had seemed overly sensitive to my human emotions lately. Maybe that was why...

No, it couldn't be.

I had been tould about this at my insertion into Mel. When humans were pregnant, they became moody and irrational, always overreacting.

But, yet again, it was so very possible.

I blushed, thinking of why that could be possible. Poor Ian. He probably didn't want a child in this world, and Jared would most likely not speek to me for months.I knew Mel would be understanding, so I squirmed out of Ian's arms and stood to go to Mel's room, but I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Where are you going?" he said, not having the angry look I was , Ian. Always gentle and understanding.

" I need to talk to Mel." I said, trying not to sound too sick. Or pregnant, come to think of it.

"Well, you aren't going alone." he said, taking my hand and walking me to Mel and Jared's room.

We walked in silence, but I sensed we both had something to say.

"Ian, I-" I stuttered, trying to word my sentences right.

"Shhh." he hushed, kissing me lighty. "It's going to be all right."

"But, but...what if I AM pregnant? What about the child?" I said, all of my thoughts coming out quickly through my mouth.

"Then..." he said, thinking,"you will have that baby. Nothing can change that."

"But it won't be mine." I whispered, distraught. " All that work, and it would be Pet's, not mine." I let out a small sob.

He hugged me close to him, letting me cry into his shirt. Ian was a good listener.

"Of course it would be yours." he said, "You own this body now, you rightfully deserve it."

Ian was silent as I cryed. I finally pulled away, wiping at my wet eyes and turning to go to Mel's room. I took a hold of his hand, and pulled him along with me.

When we reached the door, I knocked quietly. I heard a grunt, and then I saw a very tired Jared walk out into the hall.

"What the..." he said, rubbing his eyes and looking at me, my eyes still wet."Wanda, Ian? What happened?"

"Wanda wants to talk to Melanie." Ian said. Jared looked back at my teary face and then turned to get Mel.

I heard Jared talking to Mel, but I couldn't make out any words. Mel came out into the hall, her face worried.

"Wanda?" she asked "Are you ok?" I shook my head and felt tears run down my cheeks. Ian wrapped his arms around me as I buried my face into his chest, again.

"Ian, what's this about?" she said, putting a gentle hand on my shaking shoulder.

Ian hesitated, but Mel seemed impatient.

"Well, this morning Wanda threw up, so I took her to Doc." he said, stopping.

"And?" Mel asked.

"And...he said she might be pregnant." he said quietly.

Mel was silent. She seemed shocked by Ian's announcment, as if she thought that a little innocent thing like me could get pregnant in the first place.

My tears soon dried, and I turned to face Mel, with Jared now at her side.

"Wanda, we need to talk. This has to be a proper pregnancy, and I want only the best for you." she said, her tone powerful and assertive.

I shot a wistful glance at Ian as Mel pulled me into her room.