Okay people!

Because of the awesome reviews I've had today and because I really can't wait to get these next chapters up. Another update today! Dayna H- You may say that! Thank you for the lovely review! I'm glad you're a fan! And thank you for the praise!

ANR- Connor did beat him up enough to be put in jail. Luckily they have something to hold over the man. Short-changing a blind Becker! *growls in disapproval*

Jecker here! - Hehe, I like introducing with a character pairing!

Enjoy!

It had taken Jess over a week to gather the nerve to visit Becker. But she finally decided to set herself a time and day. She knew she had to visit him or she would never do it. Standing outside his door, she had hovered for fifteen minutes before tapping on the wood. Getting no reply she tried again and again until eventually it was pulled open.
She almost gasped when she saw the state of the once soldier. He was wearing slack, pizza stained, bottoms and a tight shirt that she really would have appreciated had he ever worn it at the ARC.
Preferably after returning safe from an anomaly site, a slight scent of sweat which only served to make him seem, if possible, more masculine.
She shook herself out of the thought. Now was not the time to be admiring the man, she ought to be on her knees, grovelling, begging for forgiveness. Taking a deep breath she allowed herself to raise her sights to his head.
His face, over all, was almost unrecognisable. A scraggly beard covered the lower half and his entire expression showed one of a lost man. His hair, which she dearly admired, normally brushed back to perfection, fell in disarray over his face and around his ears. There was the stale stench of alcohol hanging in the air, but Becker didn't look drunk. The truth was he had run out a couple of days previous and hadn't ordered anymore. Bags under Becker's eyes showed the lack of sleep he had gained of late and the puffiness suggested ill health. Now that Jess thought about it, he hadn't been able to do the exercise he was used to and his health was certain to decline because of it.
Yet another thing she was responsible for.

"Hello." Her word was meekly put forward as an offering.

"Jess? Is that you?" His eyes had moved to look vacantly along a line on which her mouth was found, the focus slightly off, as if he were looking past it. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see how you are." She lifted a bag between them before lowering it, realising her action was pointless. "I bought Chinese."

"Well, you've seen me." Jess winced at his words as an arm reached blindly out for the door to close it.

She jumped forward. "Becker, please."

He froze, a hand on the door. "What?"

"Can I come in?"

There was silence for a few seconds and Jess watched a number of emotions flicker fleetingly across the face of the man opposite her, muscles in his face twitching as each emotion passed.
Then Becker pushed the door back towards the wall with a sudden force that make Jess jump.

"You know what?" Although his words were forceful they weren't violent, they merely bespoke pent up frustration and annoyance. "Why don't you? Why don't you come in? Who am I to stop you from doing all the things that you still have the ability to do? Yes, Jessica, you can come in."

Jess didn't know what to do, she hadn't meant to induce this reaction from the man.

"I- I'm sorry, Becker." She followed him into the building, confused as to whether or not she was really welcome.

He turned from her, not wanting pity. The lack of sight, coupled with the fast movement, cause him to wobble, taking a few steps to a side, turning more. He heard her move and felt a hand on his arm to steady him. He shrugged it off, trying to turn away once more.

"I'm just trying to help, Becker."

"Don't you think you've done enough?"

She flinched. Blind as he was, Becker knew it, he could feel it. He wasn't sure how, there may have been a slight sound or there was a new tension in the air but he had seriously hurt her with those words. Jess sniffed.

"Fine then. Goodbye."

Becker realised a moment too late that he was stuck. He had lost which direction he was facing, being too engrossed with trying to understand how he could feel what she was doing. There had been no sound when Jess had left which almost made him feel as if she may have left the door open.

This is it, he thought. This was the moment he chose his fate. Did he reach blindly around and assume he knew best or did he finally start to use his head?

He chose that latter. It wasn't like him to have behaved the way he had for the past weeks. He was a do-er. He made his life happen. He was going to continue making his life happen. He was going to figure this out. He had been shying away from trying because there were too many obstacles in his line of sight. He was afraid to fail. But no more. He would rather try and fail than not try at all.

Closing his useless eyes out of force of habit, Becker focused on what was around him. Upstairs he could hear the low hum of the overworking laptop that he had been meaning to replace. Turning his head to his left he smelt the scent of Chinese, he took a tentative step in that direction. He was rewarded with warmth on an arm. He was facing his windows, curtains still open with light from the early afternoon sun pouring onto him.

For the first time in a long while, exhilaration poured through him, he couldn't see, but he could. He had a build up in his head. It was something Becker was sure he would never be able to explain if he were a man with sight.
There was the slight taste on his tongue of the food Jess had bought, along with dust, rising in the sunlight.
On his skin and in his hair he could feel a slight breeze from the open window in the kitchen as well as the warm light. Beneath his bare feet, also, he could feel the warming effects of the sun along with slight graininess which only served to remind him how little attention he had paid to his house of late.
The smell of Chinese was overpowering most other scents but there was a faint- how to describe it?- musty smell that only exists in a city.
And when he listened, all the small sounds that once faded into the background of life came rushing forwards, the traffic in the streets, which was once a dull hum, roared in his ears, like waves launching themselves at rocks. The quiet whisper of wind, sneaking into his home like a silent thief, became clear, he could hear the patterns as it moved past him, around a corner and to his side he heard it fight its way up his stairs.

If he just listened to his body, to his other senses, he could see.

Wow! I wrote this bit *ages* ago. It's nice to finally be able to share it with you! - But people, No forgetting to review the last chapter too!

I was SO excited to share this!

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