Author: Elizabeth Wilde
Title: First Sight: View 2
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"First Sight: View 2"
Despite the gentle, calming quality to Professor
Xavier's voice, it took every ounce of courage Scott
possessed not to shake as he sat in the office,
exhausted from lack of sleep and terrified of the
power he suddenly possessed. "You-you think you've
found a way to contain it?"
A good-natured chuckle came from across the desk. "I
know we have. Well, Jean has, really. I assisted
only superficially. The design of the glasses is hers
Scott nodded vaguely, resisting the urge to let
weariness overcome him. He had been unable to sleep
comfortably since his "condition" presented itself.
Living in terror of what could happen were he to awake
suddenly and open his eyes, what might happen if his
mother or father came to wake him up and he let his
control slip for a moment and looked at them had held
any peace and rest far at bay.
"I assure you, you will find what you seek here,
Scott. You are exactly the sort of person we need."
"What sort is that?"
"Strong individuals who want to help those around
them." Scott could almost feel the smile directed at
him. "You are stronger than you know."
Before he had time to digest the professor's words, he
heard the sound of a door creaking open at the back of
the room. "I brought them." The voice was beautiful:
gentle, calming, and confidant. If he hadn't been
painfully close to total exhaustion, Scott might have
taken more time to analyze the potential attributes of
a woman possessing such a voice. He felt something
cold and metallic on the sides of his face and
realized it must be the glasses. His hands raised
almost automatically to take them and slip them on,
his fingers coming into contact with some distinctly
not his own, softer, more slender.
The other hands withdrew and then the voice came
again, "You can open your eyes now. It's okay."
Okay. Scott fought the fear that rose in him, the
doubt. Logically, he knew they would never risk their
own safety by doing anything risky. His mind wasn't
ready for logic. "You're sure these work?"
"Positive." The woman--Jean--seemed to feel confident
of her handiwork, and Scott had no intention of
contradicting anyone who sounded so self-assured. He
opened his eyes slowly and felt a goofy smile
spreading across his face. The young woman in front
of him was gorgeous: depthless dark eyes, vibrant
auburn hair, a gentle smile. "I've never been so
happy to have my eyes open." Realizing suddenly how
much it sounded like a line, Scott blushed along with
her, hoping he hadn't made a complete idiot out of
"I told you they'd work."
"Forgive me, I haven't formally introduced you yet.
Jean Grey, this is Scott Summers, Scott, Jean Grey,
the first student ever brought here."
Scott's gaze flicked only briefly to the distinguished
older man before turning back to Jean. He held out a
hand, which she accepted. "It's good to meet you,
View 3 in a moment...
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