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He Sees Her
Wonder Series
by Prentice (slyprentice@yahoo.com) Pairing: Spike, WinifredNote: Slight AU. Summary: He sees her like no one else can. *****He Sees HerIt was nearly midnight by the time he finally wandered back from the tunnelsand up to the relative quiet of his room and floor.doesdoesn’t matter though, he
can still hear her in her room, mumbling to herself and writing on the walls.
From the sounds she makes, he can tell she’s going to run out of space soon.
There are, after all, only four bloody walls in the place and unless she starts
in on the ceiling and floor, she’s going to have to stop soon.Or maybe the pounce will just let her move into the room next to one ones
she’s in now. He can’t really complain about that. Ie doe does move into the
other room, she’ll be just two doors away from being right across the hall from
him. Not like it matters but somehow, it does.Spike sighed, hefting the large white paper bags with swirl-y print of Taco
Express’s Logo on each side in bright neon colors. He’d opted for only two bags
this time. After all, he did bring dessert for the two of them. Butterscotch
cookies half dipped in milk chocolate with a drizzle of white chocolate for
decoration. Bloody bakers must have it in their genes.Picking up the still warm box of cookies, he makes his way out of his room
and walks the short distance to the door he’s starting to think of as part his.
Inside he can hear Fred pause in her mumbling, deeply ingrained survival skills
picking up his soft foot falls. Her mumbling resumes minutes later but this time
more hushed, like she does when she’s finishing a thought.Spike grins, setting down the bags and box of cookies in front of the door
before turning on his heels and heading back to his room. For some reason, he
doesn’t want to break the cycle they have going. Him coming out to sit by her
door, back pressed snugly against the frame with a pile of food she had thought
to share waiting for him. He can’t help but wonder how many cookies she’ll let
him have. Half? No, if he guessed right, she’ll only share a few and keep the
rest for herself. Good thing he had the foresight of buying an extra dozen for
himself. They’d be good to dip into a cuppa. ***The smell of greasy beef laden taco shells makes his nose twitch and mouth
water. To bad he’s already eaten his share of the lot of them, plus a few
butterscotch and chocolate dipped cookies. He saved the rest for her. Bloody
baker knew what they were doing.Spike smiles, hearing the paper wrapper crinkle inside the room as the girl
takes another bite of her taco while tapping her marker against the floor. It’s
an unconscious gesture he’s become very familiar with over the last few days.
Sometimes, he fancies he can hear it in his sleep. Tap, tap, tap. Pause. Tap,
tap, tap.Over and over again. There’s absolutely no rhythm to it but that just makes
it sound more like Fred. Tap, tap, tap.It’s times like these that he really wished that he could see her. He’s
imagined her a lot of ways, mostly about how she would be now, nibbling on one
of her cookies as she stared blankly at the walls, trying to figure out that one
last thing that would complete it. He thinks she’d look beautiful. But, he still
wishes he could see her. Just to see if he were right. He thinks he is though. He might not see her face the way those idiots
downstairs do but he still sees her. He sees her like no one else does
because he doesn’t use sight. No, he sees her through the way she makes little
breathy noises of happiness when she remembers something, the way she murmurs to
herself, the way she walks around the room turning wide circles to see the
encompassing of her work; the way she, sometimes, presses her back against the
door almost exactly till, if the wall wasn’t there, they’d be pressed shoulder
to shoulder as she eats her tacos. The way, every once in a while, he’ll hear
her in her room crying, making little muffled sounds of fear, as she relives her
own nightmares. The way, when she dreams, she makes an almost kind of purring
sound deep in her throat that makes his stomach tighten in a way he’s not sure
he’s familiar with.So, yeah, he sees Fred all right. He sees her in all the ways it counts and
that’s all right by him. Even if he does want to see her face when she bites
into those cookies. Even if he does want to see her when she says his name for e fie first time. He thinks -- no, he knows it’ll be a memory burned inside
him till the end of time or longer.