Wistful Yearning

Human Touch

Chapter 3

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. ~ C. S. Lewis

The saxophone man grabbed her hand and brought her up off the ground. "Come on!" He dragged her along the narrow alley, only stopping to knock over some boards to stall the men following them.

He held her hand tightly all the way into his apartment building. He only let go once they reached his door, so that he could reach into his pocket for his key. Faye was mute the whole time, embarrassed that she needed rescuing.

The inside of his apartment was dark, and slightly messy. As goes the life of a musician. She stepped inside cautiously. "Why did you bring me here?" The worry in her voice did not go unnoticed. She hated herself for it. She was being weak, even after she had been unfrozen with no memory, or money, she had not been weak.

"Because you said you were a fairy. Why did you come with me?" Gren said hanging up his coat.

"Coz, I had no place to go." Gren raised an eyebrow. Faye closed her eyes and took a deep breath; there was no need to be nervous. This was a sax player, not a psycho. Though now a days who can tell?

"You can trust me that easily?" He questioned curiously.

Well not exactly, was her thought ,but the words came out differently. "You said you weren't interested in woman."

"But I could kill you and take your money." Faye barked a laugh, a raven lock falling into her bruised face.

"What money?"

Gren smiled, and walked over to her. "Come on let's get you taken care of."

Green eyes widened, as worrisome thoughts threaded into her head. "What?!"

"Your cuts." He took a hold of her elbow gently, and directed her into the bathroom.

Antiseptic and bandages were pulled from the medicine cabinet, as Faye stood watching. Gren turned to look at her; there was sadness in his torrent blue eyes.

"Could you sit up on the counter?"

She complied stiffly; her normal, occasionally graceful movements were halted by stiff, tired muscles.

He filled the sink with hot water and took a soft cloth to soak into the steaming liquid. "So what's your name Mr. Saxophone?" She tried to sound casual, that carefree nostalgic voice, that she used when seducing men.

"Gren." He said, before picking up a pair of tweezers. Faye jerked a little as cold metal made contact with her skin. A large piece of glass was removed, from her now heavily bleeding arm. Gren held a compress firmly over the wound staunching the blood. Faye seemed mesmerized by this. "So Gren, do you have a last name?" Her elbow was throbbing and talking seemed as good a distraction as any.

"Perhaps." He happened her a glance, his eyes had a playful glint in the dim lighting.

"I guess you've done this before, do you normally save woman, from the big bad guys in gas masks?"

Gren knew she was taunting. "Only on occasion. You do know there are no women on Callisto, miss..."

"Faye." Gren smiled and continued to rid her skin of the sharp glass shards.

"Well I guess you really are a fairy."

Faye cocked her head to the side, as a wave bloodied hair fell into her face. "What do you mean?"

"Well fairies belong to the order of the fey. A mythological race, of an ancient time. Almost all mystical creatures are fey, elves, pixies, nymphs..." She was smiling by the need of his explanation.

"Oh and what are you Gre?." He frowned briefly, and Faye had the inclination that she just ruined the moment. He continued to clean her wounds, on her arms, but had to stop once he reached her shirt. The yellow top hid little on a good day, but now as ripped as it was from the scuffle, it bared almost her entire back. The blood seeped through the ragged fabric and purple skin shown miserably where the blood was not.

Faye hadn't realized she had her eyes shut until, Gren touched her face. "I need you to take off your shirt."

Oh hell no, I admit I followed a complete stranger home, am in his apartment know nothing accept his first name and that he's gay. Okay, he might have those killer eyes, and nice gentle hands, and god does he smell Faye! He's gay, he's gay, he's gay...

"Faye, are you alright?" She jerked and stared at him, wide eyed. "Uh uh, Yeah, um." She fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, her pale hands trembling. Gren helped her ease the clothing of her beaten body. She felt his eyes briefly skim the newly revealed flesh, but made no comment.

She closed her eyes again, blocking out everything around her. In her own thoughts she found her torture. The look of hate that resided in dual colored brown eyes. The pain as his fist impacted with her body. She was a thing to him, an annoying little thing that didn't deserve to breath the same air as his precious, His Julia, the bitch.

Faye inhaled deeply as the hot water was poured down her back. Blood and dirt ran down back, in trickles. The soft rag swept over her sore muscles soothing the dull aching pain. The steam floated up off her skin, and Faye had to groan her appreciation of this treatment. The sound that escaped her throat startled her. She glanced at Gren to see if he had noticed.

He had. His eyes were locked on hers.

Just as incoherent words of apology were about to leave her mouth he spoke. "You're not used to be being touched are you?" She brought an arm up to cover her breasts which she had been displaying carelessly a moment before.

"You know Faye, no matter how alone you feel, or think you are, you will always crave one simple thing. People, and the human touch can be the most comforting thing of all."

Okay, I promise the next chapter will be more interesting/exciting. Please review!!!!!!