The Plain Brown Horse

Hey guys. I have just done something which I was not supposed to do, considering that I have homework and projects to finish up. But I figured I should write this down and get it done with. I just came up with a one-shot/fan-fiction for the O'Wanda otp, but I would like to apologize because the Wanda here is nothing like the real gentle Wanda in The Host. I hoped you would spend a few minutes to read it and I hope you'll like it and leave a reaction or a comment, maybe? :)

            “You sure you wanna do this?” Ian asked.

            “Yes.” My voice was small but firm.

            “Let’s do it then.” He squeezed my arm reassuringly.

            We crept around the hay stacks, hiding from the man who owned the abused horse we’re trying to free. The man was so tall and huge and muscular he could almost pass as a giant. He scared me, but Ian’s presence calmed me down. The man’s back was facing us and he was sharpening his spear. His brown horse stood a few meters away from him, whinnying. The horse had bruises all over his body, and his ribs stood out like he was anorexic. He was even limping. I wanted to take him in, but Ian said we don’t have a proper place to keep him. Plus, our food supply is scarce. The harvest season is in two months time. I just hoped that after we freed the horse, he’d be able to find a new master who would take good care of him.

            Ian mouthed “now” and we moved towards the horse quietly. The man did not notice us. Ian and I started removing the horse’s halter and chains. I did it clumsily, but Ian did it smoothly and easily, like how he always moves. However, the chains were rusty and rather thick, and they were tied around a pillar several times. Ian scrunched his forehead and tried untangling the chains without making any noise.

            He was at the two last rounds when the huge man suddenly turned around. We froze and watched as his eyes widened processing what were we doing.

            “HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE-”

            Ian quickened his actions and released the horse. He patted the horse and whispered to him “run”, then turned to me, grabbed my hand and dragged me forward. 
           “Looks like we got busted, Wanda.”

            We ran north and turned to see that the horse was heading east. The man chased after us holding an axe.

            “COME BACK HERE YOU PATHETIC KIDS!”

            “Don’t look back. Just keep running.” Ian held my hand even tighter as we sped up.

            We passed several junctions until we were sure we lost the man. We didn’t know where we ended up but we were too tired to care. I've learnt that in this area we live in, it isn't really that difficult to find our way back home.
            Home. I liked the sound of that. In thousands of years, I never had a home. A family. But now I do. With Melanie and Jared and Jamie and Uncle Jeb and all the rest. With Ian.
            We collapse to the dry ground and leaned against a brick wall. Ian was panting hard. I wish I had water for him. Sweat trickled down his face but he still looked good. Ian always looked good. Better than all the other humans and creatures I know.

“We saved a life.” Ian flashed me one of his crooked smiles which I love.

“You did. I used to be a horse, few planets back, so thank you.”

“You never told me that. You must have been a beautiful pegasus.”

I blushed. “No I wasn’t. I was just a normal dull horse like the one earlier.”

“That doesn’t do you justice.” He leaned down and kissed me. Melanie taught me a sentence to describe this human emotion, that is ‘having butterflies in my stomach.’

We broke free. I noticed that our hands were still tightly entwined.

Ian noticed where I was looking. “I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon you know. You’re not a horse anymore.” He grinned.

“You stupid human.” I leaned my head against his broad shoulder. We were both sticky and sweaty. “You stink.”

“You too,” Ian replied.

“I don’t care.”

“I don’t either.” He sighed. “Looks like we’re stuck with each other.”