So I'm sorry I have been MIA for so long. But I will defiantly update THE WANTED GIRL tomorrow. Just so you know. Enjoy this and PLEASE Review. If y'all have any questions or anything leave it in the review box or PM me. I like talking to you guys. (Curls up all lonely)

Also, there is a lot of Dialogue here, but not so much next chapter, just sayin.

Stretching out and arching her back, Maddy groggily opened her eyes. It wasn't too early in the morning and the way the house hummed outside her room, she guessed others were awake and going about their day.

She twisted and looked down at the large soldier, who still slept soundly beside her bed. He actually seemed so young and free in his sleep, not even the shadows of the stress in his waking hours showed at the moment. Maddy slipped out of bed to kneel next to him and reached out gently, she ran her fingers over his chin, then jaw. And neck.

And the most gorgeous man in the world is blind just to piss Maddy off?

Yes.

"What happened to you, Warrior?" Soft rasps echoed from the friction between their skins, his much lighter than hers. This was so inappropriate! With that thought she pulled her hands back and stared at him as he took a deep breath and moved, arm shooting out and wrapping around her waist. Snorting while gasping and choking, Maddy found herself on her side, his warmth seeping into her torso where he was holding her to his chest. And Oh..no.

She was wearing a t shirt and short sleep pants. And the feeling of her chest against his was completely new without an extra piece of fabric between them.

Queue fan girl nose bleed…now.

"Maddy?" Skye called from another room, "I need your help."

Thankfully the man-beast was sleeping and easy to push out of his embrace. As she grabbed her clothes for the day and ran to the bathroom for privacy.

She didn't see how he smiled wide as soon as she left the room.

Mark liked the feel of Maddy pressed to his chest. Usually he wasn't the touchy feely guy, but Maddy intrigued him and he just…Damn, she smelled like flowers, or something flowery….and god she just…she just smelled really really good.

He drifted off again with the smell of his caretaker deeply etched into his mind.

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Mark sat up; it was quiet, far too quiet for there to be other people in the room, "Maddy?" There was no answer, but he heard sounds in the kitchen just outside the door. He sat up and rotated his upper body slowly to ease the tension of a night on the floor. Standing up, he stumbled around the room, unfamiliar to him and the first five minutes of waking up were always the most confusing for Mark.

Using the wall as a crutch, Mark found his way down the hall the kitchen. "Skye?"

"Not Skye." Mark felt like Maddy was smiling, he imagined her smiling…sort of, he still didn't know what she looked like, so…

"Um, well, I was thinking, how does," Crap what should he have her talk to him about? "a worm hole work?"

"Well, it's just one reality connected to another." He heard her voice get closer she served him breakfast. "More like doorways. No matter how far apart or near they be, it will always take the same amount of time to get from beginning to end." As she spoke he took several bites of food, ear honed in on the sound of Maddy Shannon. "You can take one door, and drag it across the universe and still the same amount of time."

"You voice is nice, just take a breath and slow down." He said around a mouthful of eggs.

"Well, that was as much a compliment as I've ever had." She said so softly….up against his fricken ear. The warmth of her breath had him choking. He turned around and reached for her but his fingers swiped at air.

"Well, I think you're beautiful." He breathed, trying to listen to her and picking up a shortened breath.

"You're blind."

"Doeseth thou calleth me a liar." His lips twitched up, but he did wish he could see her. She laughed at him, first loud pitched then smothered, she probably covered her mouth. "Don't cover your mouth, I like to hear people laugh."

There was some silence between them before her heard throat clearing and her soft voice again. "Maybe you should try to make people laugh more than frown. Sometimes you're rude, but then sometimes you're nice and funny. Besides, your eyes kinda dance sometimes,"

"What?" His EYES were useless, how could they dance?

"When you're happy they look like the ocean. When your sad, or angry, they look like a storm." Her voice was closer again and her felt fingers rubbing by his eyes and…she was TOUCHING him! "Okay you." Her voice shook before an audibly gulp. "We need to go talk to the Doc about your brain scans, and then you need to learn to use a cane."

"Tell everyone I'm blind why don't you." He laughed, though he dreaded canes since the accident eight months ago. He refused to change because of this.

"You have an appointment with the doctors so go get ready, child." He fake gasped at the title as he walked off, counting the steps of his room and through to his closet. It was a quick change, but he held his shirt between his fingers.

"Hey Maddy, could you help me with something?"

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When Maddy heard her name, she turned around and cursed everything in sight, except for Mark's magnificent chest…and body.

Oh My….Oh. My….He had a tattoo on his shoulder and it made him look, dare she say, sexy.

She wanted to lick all that strong skin…wait, what. No. That is work sexual harassment, right? Okay, focus Maddy.

Maddy felt her cheeks burn hot enough to instantly combust trees. Gods she never thought like that before and suddenly…but Mark was attractive and…

Shaking her head, she dispelled those thoughts before speaking up. "What's up?"

"Well, I was wondering what color shirt this was…"

"Oh um green, like army regulation green….like most of your other shirts." That didn't sound stalkerish. "I uh, did the laundry so yeah, most of your shirts are green except for three. White, blue and yellow." That really cleared it up. Yup Maddy Shannon; stalker extraordinaire. Thank goodness Mark couldn't see her face palming at the moment. "Let me rephrase that, I memorize everything so…sorry about the creepiness."

"Perfectly fine, but um…tell me, does this shirt look good with my eyes?" He asked blinking at her although he wasn't looking at her directly, she still laughed.

"Yes, you look fine. Now come on." She chuckled, looking at her watch. "Okay, we need to go or we'll be late." She dreaded her next words. "Put your shirt on."

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"I want to see her." Mark stated, waiting for the doctor to say something. "I-I know you made that thing that prints images in people's minds. Please. I want to see her."

"Mark, we've never used it on the blind. It may not translate the sa-"

Please, I beg you." He leaned forward. "I had Skye send you the photos, I just want-I need to see her. Please." The penny was burning against his breast pocket as he begged the old doctor to imprint the image of his caretaker into his mind's eye.

"Mark, you never took an interest in your caretaker's before Mark-"

"Because she is different, she's"

"Might be temporary." The doctor cut in, "What if she leaves you, what if she is moved to another ward."

Mark remembered their first day together when Maddy asked Wash if she could quit or be fired.

'Not until the end of the month.'

"I don't care." He decided. "I wish to see her, at least she is my friend."

The old man sighed and conceded, looking through the photos and laid back Mark's head as he called a nurse to the computer.

It took maybe ten minutes to have Mark all hook in and wires connected to his forehead. "Just relax son." And then the images came.

A girl, dark hair, exotic tanned skin, innocent features. Soft eyes, shining with mirth at her surroundings. Red dress hung wistfully off her frame and soft pink lips turned up in a beaming smile. She was gorgeous.

Another photo, her hair was up this time and she wore a long shirt and leggings. Her neck was beautiful and swan like. She was smiling in this one.

Another of her on the bed, him on the floor next to her, she seemed so cute with messing hair hidden beneath the covers.

And another of her, reading her plex, a spark of intrigue in her eye.

The last was of her walking towards the house, Mark next to her, she was snuggled in his jacket, it hung off her like a dress, but he felt a swell of pride that she wore it in the cold early morning.

He felt like vomiting when unhooked from the machine, but had Maddy to lean on(Cough* cough* pat her waist) all the way home. She smelled of sweetness and dirt and sweat and he learned that she had been planting more flowers in the bed. He couldn't wait to get a picture of that.

"You know, I have the prettiest flower right here." He squeezed her a little and felt a light smack on his chest.

"Stop lying."

"I'm not lying." I've seen you.

Preview for next chapter:

"Mmmark." He held her trembling form, the muscles in her back quivering. "What are you-"

"Shhh." He wished he could see her eyes, but settled for pressing his forehead to hers. "Please, Maddy, please."

"We can't." Her breath was warm. So, so warm.

Please review. By the way I didn't really edit this.