Title: Never Let Me Down
Summary: Abby and her friend Paula find Mister Newton's quirks more than a little unusual, but is Paula plotting against him? Abby knows something is up, can she gain Mister Newton's trust before it is too late? (The Man Who Fell To Earth)
The morning sun was harsh and glaring, a lot of people were heading off to the beach closest to them or the nearest swimming pool to cool off. Abby was thinking the same thing, she was already packed and ready to go. She wore her tiny bikini and tossed her towel and sunscreen into her car as she got in, putting her seatbelt on. She started up the engine and smiled a toothy grin as she pulled out of the driveway, it was the perfect day to go and see her friends down at the beach.
When she arrived, she lay her towel down and set her things up around it. She glanced around to look for her friends, hoping to catch up with someone before the weekend was over and they all had to go back to work. Abby spied someone waving at her, she smiled and made her way over to Paula; whom she rarely ever got to see. She was always with her client, someone called Thomas Jerome Newton, she was his carer or something and he lived quite a way out of town.
"Are you okay?" asked Paula, adjusting her sunhat and big sunglasses.
His head was lowered, a small furrow on his brow. The felt hat he wore was down to cover much of his face, the glasses he wore were tinted to shield his aching eyes from the sun. They were not helping as well as they should have been.
"It's too bright," he complained in a nervous tone, as though she might get cross with him.
Paula took out the beach umbrella and stuck it into the hole that was in the middle of the table they were seated at, she pushed it up and it spread open above them.
"How's that?" she asked him.
He said nothing and she looked around, spotting her best friend Abby and waving her over.
Abby sat down in the chair beside Paula, who was placing a glass of water in front of the man she was with. He dropped what she thought was an aspirin into it, watching it fizz the water. Odd.
"Hey Paula," Abby greeted her friend with a cheerful grin.
"Hi Abby," Paula hugged her, "it's been too long."
"It sure has," Abby agreed, looking pointedly at the man.
"Oh, Abby... This is my client," said Paula, "Mister Newton."
"Hi," Abby reached out her hand. His head shifted slightly as if to look at her, but she couldn't tell under the hat and dark glasses if he was.
Paula placed her hand over Newton's and he recoiled with a start, Abby felt her heart racing at the sudden movement. Paula looked embarrassed and Abby raised a brow.
"So how have you been?" asked Paula, trying to shift Abby's attention away from the peculiar man.
"Not bad," Abby continued staring at Newton.
He reached out towards the glass of water, he missed it a couple of times before finally closing his fingers around it clumsily. She noticed the way he placed one long finger into the glass, until his fingertip touched the water's surface. Only then did he bring the cup to his lips and drink very slowly from it, setting the glass tentatively back down onto the table as if it were very precious to him - but it dropped from his grasp.
Paula grabbed the glass as it fell over and water spilled all over the table, Abby helped her get some paper towels and Newton had turned his face away from them; eyes downcast in apparent shame.
"You never told me he couldn't see," whispered Abby, mopping up the water quickly. Paula glanced over at Newton, it always frustrated him whenever he dropped something but it seemed to affect him worse if it was spilled water.
"He can... Well, sort of," Paula explained, "just... not very well anymore."
Abby sat down, a curious expression crossing her features.
"What happened to him?" she asked.
He stiffened visibly, turning his face in Paula's direction. He could see her blackened outline in the glaring sunlight, his eyes hurt and he felt hot. Unable to perspire, he needed the temperature cooler (in the 40's) or he would get quite sick.
"Take me home," he said quietly, then he hesitated and lowered his head a little, "please... I would like to leave now."
Abby was interested in his accent, it wasn't American at all and Paula had told her that he was from Kentucky.
"Just a little longer," Paula told him patiently, "I haven't seen Abby for weeks."
Newton turned his face towards the second black shape, then he turned his attention to the new glass of water that Paula placed again in front of him. Abby felt a distinct sadness coming from him, she didn't like people to feel downhearted and she thought that perhaps she should not pry. Whatever had happened to him must have been very frightening, he seemed quite traumatised by the mere suggestion that someone might tell the story. She noticed that his skin was very smooth, a little too smooth and it was kind of pale. Did he ever go out into the sun?
"You should go," Abby insisted, for Mister Newton looked very uncomfortable, "we can catch up another time."
She saw his lips purse into a thin sort of smile, but it didn't feel to Abby like it was given freely.
He felt he should offer the smile to Abby, because he knew it to be customary but his smiles never held the same meaning in them that theirs did. Paula sat back in her chair, she really didn't want to leave just yet.
"Why don't you come with us?" she suddenly suggested, "you could stay for a while, keep me company." Abby looked at Paula as if she'd said something very rude.
"That's really not very nice," Abby told Paula, "what about Mister Newton?" Paula glanced at Newton, who was dropping another 'aspirin' into the new glass of water. It fizzed for a while and he sipped it slowly again, as though not wanting to waste even a single drop.
"He won't mind," she said, looking back to Abby, "please? It's so boring out there on my own." Abby looked at Newton now, he had managed to place the glass down onto the table without dropping it this time. He found it difficult to manage such a small task, the fingernails on the ends of his fingers were rough and made it hard to grasp things properly.
"Alright," Abby agreed, "as long as it doesn't bother him." Newton's motionless form gave no indication whether he liked the idea or not, Abby could not see his face well enough to judge his expression. She reached over before Paula could stop her, taking his hat from him - there was a huge umbrella over them, afterall.
As she removed his hat, Newton's first reaction was to take it back and he reached out a pale hand. Stopping reluctantly, he thought that would be too bold. Hesitantly, as if he expected to be scolded for it, he pulled his hand back and lifted his head slightly. Abby noticed as his copper hair, too metallic to be natural; gleamed - neatly slicked back. Each hair was meticulously placed. Blond streaked the front in chunky golden stripes. Without the hat, his face hadn't a shadow to hide in anymore and was left uncovered.
Abby admired his thin features and perfectly sculpted cheekbones, he was pale and had a faint furrow in his brow. Paula quickly took the hat from Abby, placing it down onto the table near his hand. Abby was curious as to why he hadn't just taken it from her himself, he certainly was a strange one. Daringly, thinking he was just eccentric, Abby swooped off his glasses and saw his eyes for a split second before he snapped his head to one side. His hand came up quickly, covering his eyes and hiding them from view.
"Give them... Please, give them back, please?" he asked politely, his speech hesitant and soft. Paula looked utterly mortified.
"What are you doing?!" she barked at Abby, who stopped grinning and looked puzzledly at her friend.
Paula took the glasses from Abby and placed them into Newton's other hand, which had come to rest on the table, palm upwards.
He slowly put them back on, still shying his face away from them. Abby thought his eyes were very strange indeed, but beautiful and sad in a way. She watched him fumble for his hat and place it back upon his head, feeling slightly awkward now.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I feel like such an ass."
"It... It's alright," said Newton, then turning towards Paula and looking almost pleadingly at her, "can we go now? Please?" Paula slowly stood up.
"Alright," she agreed, he'd had enough, "this didn't go exactly how I had planned anyway."
Newton waited for her for to come around beside him, she gently took his arm and he stood up; his balance compromised on the uneven sand. Abby followed them to Paula's car, watching Newton as he climbed in and then she got into her own car to follow them out to the mansion. As they drove slow enough to have been almost jogging, Abby wondered why Paula was going so painfully slow. It was evening by the time they reached Newton's place, it was massive and Abby was impressed. Paula had told her that this man was rich, but she'd had no idea just how much money he really had.
Paula took Newton to his bedroom and he seemed less rigid now, the door closed and Abby followed Paula to the living room.
"Explain," Abby insisted as they sat down.
Paula had no idea how or where to begin, she knew very little herself.
"I can only tell you what I have learned about him by living here," Paula explained, "I don't know a lot about why he does things, just that he isn't quite... normal."
Abby raised a brow.
"You don't say," she teased, "he's the oddest man I've ever met!"
Paula sighed and nodded.
"You get used to it," she assured Abby, "though I still make mistakes, sometimes I forget stuff. Poor thing, stuck with me... "
"Hey," Abby frowned, "don't be like that, you are very good with him."
"I'm not," Paula sighed heavily, "he has very sensitive eyes and what do I do? Drag him to the beach. The BEACH, Abby! What the hell was I thinking?!"
"You just needed a break," Abby told her, "I couldn't imagine staying in one place for as long as you have done."
Paula let herself relax slightly, it was good to have someone around who understood how she felt.
"Thanks for coming with me," Paula told Abby, "it feels great to have someone to talk to, I mean really talk to, you know?" Abby nodded.
"I guess Mister Newton isn't very sociable then?" Abby asked, looking to the doorway. Paula shook her head.
"Not really, no," she answered curtly, "he prefers to be alone."
"That's very sad," said Abby, "doesn't he have any friends?" Paula shrugged.
"I just took over from the last carer," she said thoughtfully, "there was some woman asking about him a few years ago, I think her name was Mary-Lou? Or was it Betty-Jo? Anyway, she was really old. Probably his great grandmother or something. But he didn't want to see her." Paula shrugged.
"She never did come back," she added with a frown, "I daresay she's dead by now."
"I wonder why he refused to see her?" asked Abby.
"He doesn't seem to like people looking at his eyes," Paula responded, "or any part of him really, I think he is painfully shy, to be honest." Abby nodded.
"He certainly seems that way," she agreed, "so what's with the aspirin?"
"He takes them for pain management," Paula shrugged, "that's all I know."
"What about the way you drive?" Abby teased her, "I think we were overtaken by a turtle, twice!"
"I'm not sure," Paula sat back, "he gets very uncomfortable the faster I go, so I slow down until he seems okay and stick to that pace."
He listened to their conversation, partway along the hall in curiosity. It was a painful concept that his kind lived for many more years than humans did, most of the people he once knew had either aged terribly or they had died; while he himself had barely changed at all. He was truly alone in the world, without a friend or familiar face left to comfort him. The world had become quite terrifying all over again, just as it was when he had first landed here. He recoiled from the doorway, as Abby projected feelings of pity and sympathy as she spoke. He backed away and fumbled for his doorknob, letting himself back into his room where it was cool and dark. He knew every inch of this room, needing no help to move around in it so long as nothing was moved out of place. He slowly took off his hat, resting it upon it's particular hook and then he removed his glasses. He placed them carefully in a certain spot on his nightstand, then pulled back the covers and started to slowly undress.
"Is he coming down to dinner?" asked Abby, casting a hopeful glance towards the doorway. They sat in the dining room now, at the table as they ate. Paula shrugged.
"He doesn't really eat much," she said thoughtfully, "I guess if he gets hungry he might come out."
"What does he eat?" asked Abby.
"Nothing artificial," Paula smiled, "he won't even touch sausages... "
But Newton never came out and Abby followed Paula to his bedroom, they padded silently so as not to disturb him. Paula opened the door and peered in to check on him, he was laying in his bed on his back. Abby looked past Paula and she couldn't help but smile as Newton turned towards them; laying on his side, his eyes were closed and his face was calm. He was only ever this relaxed when he slept.
"He's so cute!" Abby sounded surprised, then she covered her mouth, "I just said that out loud, didn't I?" Paula chuckled quietly, herding Abby out of the room and closing the door.
"He sleeps like a child," Paula smiled warmly, "I've never seen such innocence in an adult man before, not even when they're asleep." Abby grinned.
"You've got a crush on him," she accused playfully. Paula smiled a little less now.
"I wouldn't say it was a crush," she replied, "he is my charge, afterall. I feel... Well, kind of like his mother." Abby followed her to the room she would be sleeping in tonight.
"Why is it so cold?" Abby had to know, finding some warmer clothes to put on in the spare drawer.
"He likes it this way," Paula replied, "he faints if it gets too warm."
Abby thought that was a little strange but she smiled teasingly at Paula.
"Night, mom!" she grinned. Paula stuck out her tongue and shut her door, then retired to her own bedroom and they both fell asleep.
Something woke Abby in the early morning, she thought she'd heard a noise and so she got out of bed to go and investigate it.
"Paula?" she called softly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "Paula, is that you?" No response, she heard the thud again and it seemed to be coming from Newton's room.
"Mister Newton?" Abby called quietly, not wanting to frighten him, "hello?" She hesitantly opened his bedroom door and peered inside silently.
He had awoken early, as he always did and for a while he remained in his bed. Eventually he pushed back the covers and sat up, sliding to the edge of his bed and carefully setting his feet upon the floor. He misjudged it slightly and fell onto the floor, bumping his head on the nightstand. He got to his feet and grasped his underpants, putting them on right before he noticed his door was opening. He stood watching the dark shape appear from around the open door, he swallowed dryly.
Abby saw him tense up, his body rigid and she noticed the dry swallow as he failed to recognize who was at the door. For all he knew, it could be anyone; she supposed she should speak and let him know it was just her but she was staring at his body. He was slender and tall, almost feminine and yet somewhat boyish in his nervousness. She couldn't help but notice, either, his 'size' She would have to guess his package was at least ten inches. His eyes were looking in her direction, but they seemed vacant and unfocused as he furrowed his brow.
"P-Paula?" he ventured, skittishly. Abby came to her senses and finally blinked.
"Oh, no.. It... It's me, Abby," she stammered, blushing profusely. Newton did not relax like she had hoped he would, he just looked more wary.
"I heard a noise," she explained, "I came to see if you were okay."
He let his gaze drop to the floor, here he stood with almost nothing on and there was a stranger in his bedroom. As he glanced up a second time, he squinted slightly and tried to determine who was there. He spoke Paula's name softly, which seemed to prompt the stranger into talking. It was Paula's friend, Abby. Newton was a little leery of her, she wasn't like Paula - Although he still wasn't exactly used to her either.
"Oh, I'm fine," Newton answered her politely, "thank you... " He shifted uncomfortably and Abby got the feeling she was being silently asked to leave. He licked his lips quickly, fidgeting with his hands; not knowing quite where to put them or what to do with them. Abby smiled a little at his awkwardness, as his arms finally folded across his bare chest.
"Would you like some help?" Abby asked him boldly. He was silent, not really looking at her but then he wasn't really looking at anything in particular. He couldn't...
"If... If you wouldn't mind," he stammered, looking slightly ashamed as his eyes were downcast.
"Not at all," Abby came into his room, he backed away a little and the tension she felt in the room was stifling. Abby walked over to him slowly, she knelt down and helped him with his pants, socks and shoes. She then handed him his shirt and watched him put it on, her eyes flicking to his head.
"Oh! You're bleeding!" she gasped. Newton felt his head, just to the left a bit.
"It... It's nothing," he said softly, averting his eyes away from her.
"I'll get a damp cloth anyway," Abby told him, she reached out to take his arm but he recoiled and stumbled backwards as he bumped into the bed. She watched as he fell onto it, sitting on the edge with wide, fearful eyes.
"I'm sorry," Abby apologized, "I didn't mean to startle you."
He was not used to being this close to people anymore, she was helping him with his clothes and perhaps then she would leave him alone. She projected sympathy towards him, he shied away from her as her emotions and feelings began to stifle his breathing space. He hadn't noticed that he was bleeding, but it was just a trickle and not something he would normally bother with. She touched his arm and he was surprised, not expecting her to touch him. He didn't like to be touched, it was an odd concept to him for anyone to want to touch someone unless they were examining them. Stumbling back in a sudden panic, wondering if she was trying to examine him; he found himself falling seated onto the bed. She apologized and he turned away from her, suddenly shaking as she returned with a damp cloth.
Abby had left to get a wet washcloth, taking it back to him and pressing it against the tiny cut firmly. She noticed he was shaking, even flinching whenever her hand went too close to his face. Whatever in the world had happened to him? She felt like crying, it must have been terrible.
He sensed her sadness, unable to stand the fact that her hand was so close to his face and so he flinched whenever it did so. She seemed like she wouldn't harm him, but he was never sure of that anymore; not since...
"There, it's stopped," Abby interrupted his thoughts.
She watched him touch his head tenderly, he seemed like he'd been miles away just now; what had he been thinking about?
"Thank you," he uttered softly, turning his blue eyes towards her briefly. She bit her lip, they were amazing and she wished he could see her properly; then he would know she wasn't there to hurt him. Abby touched his cheek softly, he nervously grasped her wrist and pulled it away from his face. She took his hand into hers, rubbing her thumb across the back of it. He stared hard in her direction, as if trying to figure something out.
"Will you be coming to breakfast?" she asked him. Newton lowered his eyes, she was asking him to eat? He really didn't feel like eating right now, but then he wasn't in the mood for talking anymore either.
"I shan't," he answered her shortly, not looking towards her again as she let herself out. The moment she had let go of his hand, Newton found himself wanting her to hold it again, it had been so long...
"Now who has the crush?" she teased. Abby straightened up, stuttering but unable to defend herself.
"I was just coming to help him get dressed," Paula told her. Abby blushed.
"Oh, I have already seen to that," she said quickly. Paula again raised a brow.
"I am surprised he let you get close enough," she said, surprisedly.
"Me too," Abby agreed, finding herself reluctant to leave his presence as she followed Paula to breakfast.
"I've only known him less than a few hours," Abby sat down.
"Do be careful with him," Paula warned her, "he is very fragile."
Abby laughed quietly, thinking she was joking.
"You shouldn't mother-hen him so much," Abby said, amusedly.
Paula wasn't smiling.
"I mean it," she said firmly, "when I took over here, they told me as much. They said he is very fragile and to be careful with him. Apparently he broke his leg in an elevator once."
"How'd he manage that?" asked Abby in amazement.
"They said he fainted and his leg kinda went under him," she replied, "and it just broke."
"Wow," Abby wasn't laughing anymore, "I'll be careful, then.... Um, who is 'they'?"
Paula fell silent for a while, like she didn't wish to disclose such information.
"His previous carers," she said, after careful consideration.
"Why did they stop caring for him?" asked Abby.
"I'm not sure," Paula shrugged, "well, they were an elderly couple. I suppose they couldn't do it much longer."
"Just how rich is Mister Newton?" Abby wanted to know.
"He owns World Enterprises," Paula responded, "his funds are bottomless, he doesn't really know what to do with the money half the time."
"I could sure use some of that!" she announced loudly, Paula grinned at her and shook her head.
Abby looked towards the door, Paula followed her gaze and saw Newton slowly making his way past the door.
He had sat in his room for a time, getting used to the dull throb in his head that occured from being driven around in a car. The bump this morning hadn't helped at all, coupled with his encounter; it almost was enough to make him feel ill. Placing his glasses into his pocket, knowing the house was cool and dark; Newton stood up and left the bedroom. He walked along the hall, passing by the kitchen on his way to the livingroom. Abby was a change in the daily life around here, so he made sure to keep his glasses close to him; in case she thought she needed the lights on or an open curtain.
Abby looked back to Paula.
"What do you do, exactly?" she enquired, "what's your actual job?"
"Well," said Paula, "I do his shopping, I help him get dressed. I guide his hand when he needs to write a cheque, that sort of thing."
Abby finished her breakfast, it sounded mundane enough but she got the feeling Paula wasn't telling her something.
Paula had indeed left something out, because she didn't want Abby to accidentally let it slip when Newton was around. She had been keeping in contact with some people, they were from some secret sect of government and they had asked her to gain Mister Newton's trust. His previous carers had tried and failed, now it was Paula's turn to try but she just wasn't getting anywhere. He simply did not trust people, no matter how hard she tried; he always ended up shutting himself back into his bedroom.
They had told Paula that they were working on a way to cure Mister Newton's eyes, help him to be able to see clearly again. It was a delicate operation, but they knew that if they came to get him; he would get so frightened that he might not make it to the hospital. So it was up to Paula now, to try and gain his complete trust and get him to come with her. She had managed to get him to go to the beach, so she guessed it was a start but then she didn't exactly give him a choice. She had literally taken him gently by the arm, encouraging him and not taking no for an answer. Once they started driving, he couldn't do anything about it. She felt bad about doing it now, he was very unhappy with her and that wasn't going to help anyone.
"I'm going to see if he needs anything," Abby stood up, "is that alright?"
"Sure," she smiled, "I'm going to take a long, hot bath. Since you're here, no sense in a quick shower... " She hadn't taken a long, hot bath for a very long time. She always had to be at hand in case Mister Newton needed something, or in case he hurt himself.
Abby went into the livingroom, noticing the way his body tensed up when he heard her enter.
"Hello Mister Newton," Abby greeted him quietly, seating herself opposite him, "do you need anything?"
She was following him, he was certain of it. But why? Was she sent by someone? He felt afraid of her, she asked if he needed something and he lowered his head. She sounded just like Paula, just doing her job. That's all he was to them, a job. A burden. Someone to take care of. Like a pet. His brow furrowed and a lock of blond fell down across his forehead, he brushed it away absently and tried to look at her but there was only that damned dark shape.
Abby watched him silently for a moment, he didn't talk much yet she found him endearing and couldn't help but smile sadly at him. When he tried to look at her, she scooted closer to him and without really thinking it over; she touched his hand. The instant she got closer to him, Newton tensed up and as she touched his hand he recoiled from her.
"It's okay," Abby whispered, "I'm not going to hurt you."
Her words were typical, he'd heard them before and they had all been lies. He felt her fingers close around his wrist and he tried to pull free, he really didn't like to be touched and he didn't know her very well at all. Abby gently yet firmly placed the palm of his hand over her face, holding it there for a moment and was pleased when he stopped trying to pull away. She caught herself staring at his beautiful eyes again and thinking that he felt very much like a frail bird when she touched him, as if she could snap his bones with very little effort at all.
The feel of something in his palm gave Newton pause, what was it? It felt familiar, yet strange. She let go of his wrist and he slowly pulled away, turning his face down towards the floor. Abby wished she knew his rules, but Paula hadn't mentioned all of them. He waited for her to leave, but she continued sitting there and so he tried answering her question.
"I don't need anything," he spoke at last, making Abby's heart flutter when she got to hear his voice again. He waited patiently, whenever he had said this to Paula; she had always left him alone but Abby was still sitting there. Abby noted his look of what she could only guess was a silent plea for her to go and leave him alone, but she figured he'd been alone long enough.
"Maybe you don't," she said softly, "but I do." He sat back against the armchair, reaching into his pocket.
"How much do you need?" he asked her, as he took out his cheque book.
"You misunderstand," Abby told him.
He hesitated, he hadn't misunderstood anyone for a very long time.
"I'm sorry," he apologised, looking awkward again.
Abby shook her head, he really didn't need to apologize.
"Mister Newton," Abby ventured, "I would really like to get to know you better." She leaned over and touched his leg.
His expression turned slightly hostile, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes hardening as if she'd just insulted him.
"I'm not very interesting," his tone was flippant and he stood up.
Abby felt frustrated as he stood, watching him leave the livingroom and moments later; hearing his bedroom door close. Abby sighed and sat there for a while, if she wanted to be friends with this unusual and fascinating man; she was going to have to use another tactic.
Paula eventually came into the livingroom and relaxed into the sofa, Abby still looked very perplexed and Paula smiled knowingly as she noticed Newton's absence.
"You talked to him," Paula said to Abby, "didn't you?"
"I just wanted to be friends," she said, slightly upset.
"Mister Newton doesn't have friends," Paula reminded her, "he prefers to keep to himself."
"But why?" demanded Abby, "that's no way to live!"
"That's just how it is," Paula replied, "that's the way he likes it."
"Nobody likes being alone, Paula!" Abby argued.
Paula shrugged, shaking her head.
"I honestly don't know what to tell you," she said simply, "I've tried everything."
Abby sat back with a huff, there had to be something. Some common ground, a mutual interest.
"So you just let him be by himself?" Abby looked at Paula pointedly, "he says go away, so you go?"
"Of course," she replied with a slight frown, "it's called respect, when he is ready to let me in... "
"He'll never be ready," Abby cut her off, "he is too set in his ways now, don't you see? He has had everything his own way for so long, he just expects it all the time. You've got to help him, Paula."
"He doesn't need help," Paula insisted, "it's just taking a while for him to warm up to me, that's all."
"It's been years!" Abby reminded her, "how much longer before you figure it out? Fuck, I've been here a day and I can see it sticking out a mile!"
Paula stood up.
"What's got you so worked up?" she demanded.
"Nothing," Abby folded her arms and stared hard at the floor, "only... He's so sad, Paula. Can't you see it?"
"Of course I can," Paula sat back down slowly, "don't you think I've tried to cheer him up?"
Abby figured she would have tried, but did she ever ask him what he was interested in? Had she ever spoken to him for longer than a few seconds?
"How well do you know him?" Abby asked, "like, personally."
Paula had to think quietly for a moment about that one, she didn't know much about him at all and it had been years.
"I don't know him that well," Paula admitted, "just his strange quirks and habits... "
So she didn't really know him at all. Abby got to her feet and Paula eyed her suspiciously.
"Where are you going?" she asked, watching Abby head for the door.
"I'm going to try again," Abby responded, "I just said the wrong thing, that's all. No sense in giving up."
Paula sighed, shaking her head.
"Been there," she muttered, as Abby disappeared, "done that."
Abby turned the doorknob and peered into Newton's bedroom, he was standing by the window; adjusting the curtains so that they allowed very little light in.
"Mister Newton?" she spoke softly, but it did no good.
He tensed up and turned around, backing into the wall nervously as if he expected her to be angry with him for storming off. His eyes were downcast, there were no doubts in his mind that she would be upset with him; humans and their emotions...
"Please," came his gentle voice, "I'm sorry, just... just leave me alone, please? Please... "
Abby was very tempted to just leave him be, but she set her jaw and came into his room; closing the door behind her. She stood silently, watching him as he struggled to see her.
He heard his door close, but he could still sense that someone was there and he guessed she hadn't left.
Abby looked carefully around his room, trying to find some way that she could connect with him. She spied his player, a small smile appearing on her lips.
"You like music?" she asked suddenly.
He startled at the sound of her voice after such a long silence, but then he gave her the slightest of nods.
"Just the singing," he added, the musical instruments did nothing for him.
"You enjoy the voices?" asked Abby.
He nodded again, but Abby didn't like the way he was up against the wall; as if she were something quite fearful.
"I do wish you would relax," Abby told him but it only seemed to make him more tense. She walked over to him and he turned his face away as she touched his cheek softly with her fingertips, but why did he flinch? Lowering her hand, she sighed quietly.
"What happened to you?" she asked him directly.
He would not look at her and he didn't answer the question. It would only lead to more questions and ultimately she would find out about him. Enough people knew already, the last thing he needed was all that fuss happening to him again. When she figured he had no intentions of responding, Abby deliberately touched his arm gently. He may not like it, but he could damn well get used to it.
He felt her touch his arm and it didn't feel so bad. Her touch was always soft and gentle, inquisitive but not probing. Still, he turned away from her and did not encourage further interaction. Abby walked off, but to his dismay; she sat upon his bed and did not leave.
"My friends tell me I have an excellent voice," Abby told him, "may I sing for you?"
The question caught him unawares, he looked in her direction but did not respond.
Abby waited for him to answer her, but when he failed to do so; she shrugged and began to very softly sing one of her favorite melodies for him. Her eyes closed as she sang, her voice never too loud or too soft.
He listened to her singing, truly it was so much easier to listen to without all those instruments and other cacophonous noises in the way.
Abby was so absorbed with the song, that she was surprised to open her eyes and find him seated right there on the bed beside her.
He had slowly approached her while her eyes were closed, to better hear the melody she sung for him. Carefully seating himself beside her, so as not to disturb her; he listened in silence until she was done. Now he sensed she was staring right at him, he lowered his gaze and turned his face away after a moment or two and she caught the very faintest hint of a smile. It was barely there, just for a second; but she'd seen it.
"Your friends were not lying," he said simply, the statement almost childlike.
Abby blushed and accepted the compliment, she knew what she could do for him now as she noticed he was not quite so tense as he had been before. She very carefully placed her fingertip upon his chin, turning it towards her. She leaned in and kissed his lips softly. Newton looked nervous, but she kissed him again and this time - He kissed her right back.