The Borrower and Her Bean (complete)

Part 4

Part 4

Henry POV

Henry could hear a soft whining; his head was foggy, and it was a struggle to open his eyes. Peeling back his lids he tried to focus, how long had he been out? It had been a long time since he had suffered from a fever-like he had experienced over the last 24 hours. A niggling fear settled into his mind, was it covid? So much had changed in the world because of that one word. They were asked not to leave their homes unless it was for emergencies, Medical, Food or exercise. Restaurants and bars and clubs had closed, and you were not allowed visitors. For the normally busy, social, Henry it afforded him time. Time to think, reflect, enjoying the time-consuming things that he loved.

Focus, the one thing he was trying to do now. What was he focused on? To his surprise, he was looking at a bottle of liquid paracetamol. He was sure he didn't have any in the house, it was one of the reasons he went to bed yesterday hoping that he could sweat it out. How did this get here? He closed his eyes trying to remember. The only thing that came to mind was the unbelievable hallucinations he had experienced during the night. Little people, climbing over him, feeding him crushed ice and Liquid Paracetamol. He picked up the bottle and scrutinized it, was there truth to the visions he had.

He pulled back the covers as wet face clothes fell off his body. Startled he picked them up putting them on the side table then ran a hand over his face, trying to wake up. His fantasy books stacked next to his bed held many stories of elves, goblins and sprites. Shaking his head, he laughed and reached out to scratch Kal's head "I think your master has lost the plot buddy." He stood up waiting for a moment till the room stopped spinning. Once he was stable Henry started down the steps, Kal hot on his heals "I'm sorry buddy you must be starving, thank God I put that doggy door in for you otherwise I would have had a mess to clean up."

Later that day henry was still puzzling over the bottle of paracetamol and the face cloths. He didn't like the feeling that someone had been in his room and had touch his body without him being aware. It added to a constant nagging he had felt since being trapped in the house that things were going missing. There had always been a sense of something strange since moving in the muse. Still he was a busy person and he had always put it down to how often he moved about. Maybe he had left it in a hotel or at a rental. But he had been trapped here for a few months now and it was more obvious. Wanting to relax and think about something else he decided to paint.

This was one of his 'Nerdy' hobbies. He chuckled remembering the reactions he had gotten when he posted a picture of him painting a Warhammer figurine. Since his role in the Witcher it seemed that being a 'Nerd' was becoming cool. Smiling again he sat down ready to pick up a brush and then halted. Frowning now he noticed that his paints had been moved and were open, and one of his Warhammer figurines had been painted. Surly he had not done this and forgotten. How sick had he been? He went to pick up the figurine when he heard a tiny voice scream "Stop!!!"

Shocked by the sudden sound his hand stilled, eyes darting about trying to see what had made the sound. Finally his sight fell on small face peering out from behind one of his tyranid warriors. From what he could see she would have only been 4 inches in size with dark brown hair piled up in a messy bun. She was wearing a tan dress with a smock that was covered in paint. Her face was oval in shape with a cute button nose that accentuated her eyes. He wished he could get closer, from this distance her eyes looked black, but he was sure if he could be nearer, they would be a rich brown.

Henry stared at the tiny girl as she called up to him "Stop, it's still wet you will ruin it" Her tiny chest heaved with what he could only perceive as fear and frustration. Shaking his head trying to take in the enormity of what he was seeing He stood causing her to take fright and run behind the bookcase. "Wait" he called now desperate to talk to the little sprite, he started moving items looking for where she had gone. Seeing a small hole in the wall he breathed out a frustrated sigh, Idiot, he berated himself for scaring the little one away. In one respect he was glad he had seen her it made everything fall into place, and he let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't crazy, or was he? She looked just like the figure he had seen last night, and her voice was amazingly familiar.

Henry walked back to the table and studied the figurine of the Sororita the only female miniature he had added to his collection so far. The young girl had actually done a really good Job, running his hands through his hair he wondered if now that he had scared her, if he would see her again.

For the next few days Henry searched, he found the small hole by his bed side table and another one in his computer space. Scratching his beard he decided that he would relax hoping she would come to sense that he wasn't a threat to her and reveal herself again.

Melina POV

Melina was terrified she had not meant to be seen that day. The house had seemed quiet enough and she had been so impatient to finish her figurine. She had been so absorbed in her work that she had not heard her bean till he was walking into the room. Quickly she had ducked behind one of the nasty looking monsters hoping to hide. Her heart was pounding as he had walked to the table his face had been shocked to see her creation. Terror and frustration had welled up as she saw him reaching for it. It had taken so long to finish, and it was still wet that in her desperation to prevent its destruction she yelled "Stop"

Her bean had scanned the room till his eyes landed on her, again she cried out "Stop, the paints still wet" in his shock the tall man had stood to his full height. Melina had never been this close when he was standing, and it was dizzying, and she had to lean so far back to see his face. From this angle his body was even broader and towered over her causing her to need to run. Fear pushed her to dash behind to bookcase to the wall cavity. As she entered the safety of the wall, she felt the floor shake as the bookcase was moved and her bean searched. She could see his soft blue eye peer into the hole trying to see her, but she was safely hidden in the dark.

For days she heard him moving furniture and stomping around the muse and then he just stopped. It was during this time that she hid, trying to control her impulses to check on him. What she realized was that it was one thing to fantasize about him and watch him as he slept. The reality was he was ginormous and when she really was that close to him standing she was terrified. That night as she was getting ready for bed she moved over to the vent looking out through the grass to the moon above. I wasn't as good a view as the window sill but she was avoiding all risk of being scene. As was her ritual she wished on the moon and stars "Please mother moon, look over my bean and if its possible please make me a bean" she crawled into her bed and fell asleep.

The next morning she breathed in the scent of fresh air, she could hear the birds chirping and the sound of someone in the garden. Opening her eyes she got out of bed and moved to the vent to peer out and observe. Her breath caught and fear made her unable to move as her gaze fell on the large face of her bean peering in as he said "Good Morning"

A/N oh no he found her room, do you think she will run or will she listen to him. 

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