Wonder Series
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Wonder Series
Wonder Series
by Prentice (slyprentice@yahoo.com) Pairing: Spike, WinifredNote: Slight AU. Summary: He wonders about her, sometimes. *****He wonders about her, sometimes. He also wonders about why Angelus turned batboy and the rest of the fang gang even bothered to keep her around. Well, around
in the most loose meaning of the word, what with her tucked away in one of the
room in the hotel, barely ever making her presence known other than an
occasional sound of her dropping a dried up permanent marker on the floor or her
soft unsure voice asking for food; tacos, extra hot sauce. But mostly, he just
wonders about her. What’s she like? Is she a shy a bit as she sounds? Yeah, he thinks she
probably is. He’s never really met someone shy. Not even the niblet was really
shy; just an awkward teenager trying to grow into her body and discovering that
blokes weren’t as “icky” as she first thought. Was she smart or like that raging ball of perfume and designer clothes that
was downstairs even know making doe-eyes at the poof? No, he thinks she’s smart.
He doesn’t know her but, sometimes, at night when everyone else is off doing the
hero bit, he hears her in her room, muttering to herself about things. He can’t
always make it out but what he does, he knows she's smart. What does she look like? Is she one of those waify little bints he’s seen on
tv that pecks at her food? No, he doesn’t think so. He’s seen the bags of bean
and cheese burritos, double cheese enchiladas, beef tacos and freshly made
tortillas, that even made his own mouth water, that one of them would leave
outside her door. The next day, all the bags would be empty, piled neatly
outside her door to be picked up. He likes that. He’s not really sure why but he does. Maybe because of Dru. He
always had to force her to eat and even then it was only a table spoon at a
time. Or, maybe it’s because every once in a while, when he’ll sit outside her
door at night, smoking a fag and listening to her mumble away at herself before slipping off to his own room
just before sunrise, he’ll find a few tacos and tortillas left outside. As if
she knew he’d be there. That he wanted some too.He always fancied he’d talk to her once, just to thank her. But, he never
does. He just lets himself wonder.Like, was she really as off her rocker as that bint Cordelia said? About
that, he’s not sure. Sometimes, he thinks she is. Especially at night when he
can hear her in her room bumping around, scribbling on the walls with one of the
markers he can smell half way down the hall. Then, sometimes, he thinks she’s
the most sane of the bunch. Tucked away in her room, away from all the things
that could make her lunch. Himself, included. So yeah, he wonders about her. Wonders what it’d be like to actually met her.
See her face. Hear her voice higher than a whisper. Eat tacos with her and just
oy toy the blessed silence with her. Not that he’ll find out any time soon. The
poof won’t let him near her room unguarded. Not that any of them know about his
night time visits where he eats greasy tacos outside her door, smokes, and
listens to her writing and mumbling to herself. Winifred. Fred. He really does wonder about her, sometimes.