Author: Elizabeth Wilde
Title: First Sight: View 1
Distribution:
http://www.geocities.com/aloysiusj/xfic.html, anyone
who already has my fic, anyone who asks me
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Duh. I'm not making any
money from it. For Goddess' sake, don't sue me!
::sobs::
'Ship: Jean/Scott
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nothing, really. I made it up. No history,
no cannon--it's all in my head. If that bothers you,
don't read it. So there! ;)
Feedback: Please! wilde_moon@yahoo.com
NOTES: If you wanna see the cool pic I made to go
with it, check out
http://www.geocities.com/aloysiusj/firstsight.html
I'm proud of me.

"First Sight: View 1"

View 1

//Jean, bring the glasses you made into my office,
please.//

Smiling at the gentle voice inside her head,
20-year-old Jean Grey smiled. //Right away,
Professor.// Making glasses to contain the powers of
their newest student had proved a welcome challenge
for the young woman, and she looked forward to seeing
the results of her labor. As Jean made her way to
Professor Xavier's office, she wondered what it had
been like for the boy--Scott--to live with his eyes
closed. It hadn't taken long for Xavier to hear of
his powers and bring him to the school, but even a
month living in darkness sounded like an eternity.

The door opened to reveal the professor behind his
desk, an attractive but weary-looking young man in the
chair opposite. "I brought them." She moved to stand
in front of Scott and then leaned down, awkwardly
attempting to put the glasses on. His hands rose to
assist her and Jean stepped back. Their fingers
touched briefly and Jean forced herself not to gasp
aloud. Despite the dark circles under his tightly
closed eyes and the resigned lack of expression on his
face, he seemed to surge with power, confidence. //I
see what you meant when you said he was special,
Professor.//

//Indeed. I thought you might.// Jean caught the
passing flicker of a smile on his face.

"You can open your eyes now," Jean urged quietly.
"It's okay."

Scott hesitated. "You're sure these work?"

"Positive."

Jean knew the moment his eyes opened because a slow
smile stretched his lips and he looked as though a
huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "I've
never been so happy to have my eyes open."

Catching the underlying admiration behind the words
and knowing he was staring directly at her, Jean felt
her cheeks flush and looked briefly down at her hands.
 "I told you they'd work."

The professor suddenly sat up straighter. "Forgive
me, I haven't formally introduced you yet. Jean Grey,
this is Scott Summers, Scott, Jean Grey, the first
student ever brought here."