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Reality In Your Eyes

He loved her. He knew that better than he knew his own name. He also knew that he didn't have a prayer with her. She saw him as a student of her brilliance, a protégé, maybe even as a son, but not as an equal, and not as a man. Meeting three of the Five had proved that point, driven it home, that he would never be enough for her, not when she could have someone like John, or like Tesla, or even Watson. No, he didn't stand a chance of gaining her affections. He was like a common Appaloosa in a race with Thoroughbreds, or a Quarter Horse trying to run endurance with Arabians. He couldn't keep up or out last them. On top of which, he was completely out classed, by each man individually and together, he didn't even register on their radar.

But he saw more than they could ever imagine in her. He saw the world through her eyes. He saw the joy in helping others. He saw her determination to make life for abnormals better. He saw her passion, her intelligence, and her deep love of her friends and family. And all of it was waiting to burst out of her, she just needed the right man to accept it. He, in his mind was the right man, but she couldn't or wouldn't see it, and he was afraid to show her the reality in his eyes.

He sat in his room, under the window, with his back against the wall, facing the door. In his minds eye he could see her on his bed, beneath him, her face a mask of pleasure, or sitting comfortably on the couch in her office, wrapped in each other's arms. Perfect dreams of an alternate reality that would never happen.

He rubbed his hands over his face and pushed himself up off the floor and went to bed. Sleep didn't come easily, but when it did, it was light and easily broken. Sometime around three or four, he felt something change. At first he thought that he was still dreaming, but upon opening his eyes, he was in his room, and in his bed, awake. Light poured in from the hall where his door was cracked open. He felt the bed shift behind him. A small hand brushed down his back, before an arm came around his waist. He felt a warm body press against him in the darkness. He knew it was her, his dream. He could smell the soft perfume she wore and the soap she used. He knew her presence better than anyone else's.

He turned to face her then. In the half-light he could see her bright blue eyes, wide against her pale skin. She opened her mouth to speak, but he placed a finger over her lips to silence her. They didn't need words. He woke up to his dream and finally saw the reality in her eyes.

The world that I see inside you

Waiting to come to life

Waking me up to dreaming

Reality In your eyes.