Author's Note:

Some dribble drabbles of Scott's musings.

This is set after he escaped Three Mile Island

With the help of Emma Frost AKA the

White Queen, and

What separate paths they

took and his life after at the

Xavier Institute.

What changes take place,

reminiscing, and Scott is

still blind but not for long.

I have a X-Men:Evolution version of this,

And was considering adding this,

But decided it would be better

Separate in the X-Men movie genre.

R&R please! And thankyou :o)

-X-

Diamonds Are Forever

-The Mutant who Showed Me

It had been nearly a year since the mutants' escape from Stryker's Three Mile Island, and young Scott Summers mutely sat in a darkness he had grown familiar to, with a thought that had been deeply troubling to him since they day he got out.

Sometimes he could not tell if he was awake or dreaming since the blank darkness of sightlessness was undistinguished. His blindness rendered day and night all the same and his thoughts were blind as well. He recalled the day he stepped foot off his prison with fellow mutant prisoners, and he was the most lost, being blind and all.

A girl whom he knew could turn into diamonds, had helped him out of his predicament, and to him at the moment of peril and havoc, her guiding voice and soft hand firmly gripping his was like the melodious light and sound at the end of a brightening tunnel to which he could see out of the darkness enclosing his head.

In that surprisingly short time that they had escaped off the island, his blindness heightened other senses and he felt that the girl and he had bonded in a most unusual and original way.

After all that had happened following his release, he could not get this mysterious, faceless girl out of his mind. They had been separated when Scott chose to go with the kind Professor who sounded nice enough, and after her firm grip left his arm, Scott felt emptier, lighter, and never forgot the feeling of his guide on his arm. He often stayed up at nights, unable to sleep or unsure if he was sleeping or not. Images blindly flashed in his mind and distant sounds he could recall that were much more prominent and clearer than the images.

In all the chaos in his dark brain suffering traumas and dark memories, it seemed as if he could not shake off thinking of the glimmer of light he imagined as this girl's voice and presence. He often wondered what she looked like, and then wondered if it really matter at all and if he would ever see her, or meet her again.

To him, she was her guardian angel, and he futilely tossed and turned in bed each night, hoping to glimpse her sometime in the future and to be able to at least put a face to the voice and touch, to show her his gratitude and pay her back for the impact she had on him.

Scott touched his face warily, wondering what it looked like now, if it had changed, and felt the gaunt cheekbones, the burgeoning jaw that was filling out of his youth and becoming more shaped in manliness. He felt the bulky object obscuring his eyes and he hated it. He combed his fingers through his soft hair and pinched himself for the sake of nothing. Tomorrow he was to fit into his new glasses that had taken months to order and create and custom to his face and optical needs.

Scott thought that he would be nervous or excited, just as the whole mansion's residency was, but instead, he felt nothing, he felt detached. He knew his new friend, Jean Grey, who was his age maybe a year older, who had come to the mansion a few months after his arrival and quickly grew attached to him, was extremely excited for his sight and vision to return. Scott amused himself in the fact that he had scarcely wondered what she would look like, despite their time together and his closeness to her, but he was obsessed with the mystery girl on the island he had never seen and had only spent about a good ten minutes with before they both parted for new beginnings and separate lives.

Jean was a very good friend and he knew she was beautiful inside and he honestly did not care what she looked like on the outside. He was told she was attractive and he was also told that he was very attractive, but he would not believe it nor care until he could see for himself.

When he had first met her, he had tried to shake her hand but was faced the wrong way, opposite from her. She giggled and made light of his mistake, but he judged her from that first playful giggle, apparently the first smile the mutants had seen on her since she had arrived at the mansion. In his blindness in a world full of sight, his teenage awkwardness, puberty, adolescence and self-esteem, that giggle was aggravating.

Thus, his first impression of her made him think of her as a dumb, ignorant, and humiliating female creature who giggled too much at everything he did or said. Little did he know that she was not laughing at him in a degrading way, but in an adoring 'aw' way.

After getting to really know her, Scott was proven wrong and decided that even though he could not see, he still judged books by their covers and it was ironically superficial. He found himself spending more time with her than all the other residents of the mansion and she enjoyed spending time with him.

Without sight, he was still clueless and oblivious and often felt unsure. Scott got to know her regardless of his blindness, and knew that seeing her for the first time would not change as much as she expected it would.

Whenever Scott mentioned the faceless girl to Jean and the adults, namely Logan and Charles, Logan teased him much to Jean's displeasure, about his crush on the mystery girl, and Charles would inform him that she had chosen her own path and was reportedly doing well with a different group in the Hellfire Club. Jean would just chide him and wonder about this mysterious boy's obsession with someone he had never seen and she had never met.

Charles once offered if he wanted him to get her number for him so he could speak on the phone with her to thank her or say whatever he wanted. Scott would fumble and blush, muttering excuses about not wanting to be a random caller to someone he hardly knew.

Scott often amused himself in imagining that maybe she was some unfortunate looking dreadful girl, a mutated monster, a gorgeous angel, or a fat mutant. He settled on the latter, choosing not to bring his hopes up for a hypothetical moment he never allowed himself to imagine.

Then one day, prior to his vision returning, he brought up the courage to call her. It would have been like a typical adolescent boy to gather his bundle of shaking nerves, uncertain voice, and nervous hands to pick up the phone and dial the object of his dreams and desire, but this was no ordinary situation. For Scott Summers was no ordinary boy and the girl in mind was no ordinary girl and they were not two normal teenagers with trivial high school woes and puppy love antics. No, no, they were very different, and Scott would soon learn, especially from each other.

The prolonged and dreadful silence in between those painful rings for every teenage boy rang in Scott's head as he held the receiver with shaking hands, hoping that the professor had dialed the right number for him, but when there was a lapse in the rings, he dearly hoped the professor had dialed the wrong number and Scott could just continue to dream on and imagine this fantasy girl instead of embarrassing himself on the phone.

He had been graciously warned that this girl was indeed no ordinary girl and that he should not be offended if the phone call put him off, and that she was not one to know the concepts of youthful calls and friendly dials.

With this in mind, he fumbled on the speaker for a moment when the eternal ringing finally ceased and somebody picked up at the other end. Scott, not expecting this, froze up when he heard the familiar and distant voice say, "Hello?"

It was not until the third hello, that Scott snapped back to his duty and found his voice to which he croaked out nervously, "Hi, uh, Em-Emma Frost?"

There was a silence and a vague voice drawled, "Yes, this is she, whose speaking?"

Scott blurted out, "Scott, Scott Summers! I mean, sorry, I didn't mean to shout, I uh, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the guy you sort of helped out back at… back at…oh my god, sorry I don't know why I'm calling and bothering you like this…"

Scott cringed at his own self and she hesitantly replied, "Oh, yes, the blind boy." Scott inwardly winced. He did not get to feel relieved for long that she remembers him because she continued coldly, "Yes, what is it that you want? Is this important? I wasn't expecting a call from…you. I haven't got much time for chitchat, I'm very busy these days, how are you?"

Scott was taken by surprise that she asked how he was and blubbered, "Um, great, good, thanks for asking. I'm getting new glasses soon so I can finally see again! Not that you'd…anyway h-how are you? It's been um a while."

He could almost see her eyebrow go up in dull condescension. She replied stiffly and evenly, "Um, fine, I suppose. Look, it's been nice to receive a call from you, but I've got to go, I've got some business to take care of. Congratulations on your new glasses, I hope all goes well for you."

Scott pushed himself and before he could stop himself, asked out loud, "Wait, would you like to meet up sometime and maybe I could show you around instead of the opposite this time?" It was a shot in the literal dark and he took it. This was much harder, talking to girls, than facing hostile guns and mutants.

There was an icy silence and Emma said airily in a bemused tone, with a tiny laugh, "Are you asking me on a date? Wait, please don't answer that. This is rich… Okay, listen blind boy, uh ah yes, what we shared on that dreadful island was very brief and I'm sure very touching, but I'm a very busy girl these days and I haven't time for such…cute pettiness and much less some hormonal boy's fantasies. I really have got to go now, but who knows, maybe I'll drop by the institute one of these days and see the life I turned from, either way, cheerio!"

The line went dead and Scott chokingly set the phone down and rummaged through his hair with his hands.

Now as he sat, he thought guiltily about how his foul mood had affected the mansion and how he had snapped at Jean who only tried to console him. In another part of the mansion, Jean was worrying about the same thing. She blamed her friend's moodiness on his anticipation for the big day tomorrow and understood it would be stressful. Yet she could not help but feel extremely excited and nervous. He would finally be able to see. And he would finally be able to see her.

Jean already had an outfit picked for the day of Scott's sight and hoped to shock him in a good way, but then she worried he would think of her as ugly and unattractive. She knew that her other new friend, Ororo, was not interested in Scott since she knew her friendship to Jean was more important, and knew that she should not come between the two. Still, Jean had her doubts, and feared that if Scott opened his eyes and saw the young weather goddess, he would instantly fall in love with her exotic beauty. Jean twisted a lock of red hair and suddenly wished she could be an African mutant girl with stark white hair.

Jean also hoped that he would not think she was awkward and nerdy and too thin and that without his blindness, would suddenly notice her touchiness to him helping him around, and think of her as weird.

They shared many bonding times together, lying outside on the grass under the stars while Jean would grab his hand and point it at certain constellations, describing them to him. It was lucky for her that he had been blind because he never caught her staring longingly at his face and sometimes his merging body.

This strange, stoic, uncertain, and blind boy had caught her fancy and won her heart in their meager friendship and the mysteriousness of his grim mouth and silent demeanor excited her. He seemed immune to what normal teenage boys fell victim to, but that was in part to his burden as a mutant of his power and past.

Ever since he came to the mansion, he had been well-fed, nourished, revived, and kept fitter by training daily and honing his skills despite his disability. Jean watched her new friend soon transform from a nervous slim boy into a growing young man with a new fantastic body, great hair, and a definite aura of potential hunkiness. His guard, mystery, and awkwardness though, made him even more delicious to her, especially since he was so oblivious of himself, the effect he had on girls, and how he looked since he was sightless.

-X-x-X-x-

The following day, was the day of the big moment, when the resident golden boy would see for the first time, his new yet familiar surroundings and new family.

Ororo and Jean were decorating a picnic table outside in the sprawling gardens of the mansion, beautifully kept. They spread a table cloth outside and set punch bowls and salads and snacks out for Scott, and were planning on surprising him with a sign that read, "Welcome Home Scott, Good to FINALLY See ya!"

The other mutants gathered around in party attire and were buzzing with excitement and discussing what it would be like to finally be seen by Scott, and how important this day was to all of them. A young girl silently crept in unnoticed until collective heads turned to see this stranger. She sat on a bench under a tree and was approached by Hank, the blue Beast and he offered her a claw and asked who she was and how they could help her. She crisply and vaguely replied and was left alone.

The men and boys checked her out curiously and Warren whispered to Jean, "Who's she?" Jean shrugged in response, just as curious to whom this radiantly pretty girl was.

Before more people could wonder and find out, a murmuring brought everyone's attention to Xavier who was wheeling into the backyard with Scott in tow, blindly being helped by Logan. Charles had a box on his lap and Scott had bandages around his eyes.

He shakily shuffled forward when Logan pushed him in front of all the people he had grown to know. Warren started clapping and everybody else clapped with him, cheering Scott on excitedly. Jean smiled adoringly at her best friend; he looked so cute and dressed up with his hair combed back and his new sweater on.

He still moved like he was the awkward lanky youth he was, because he could not see or know of his new body and what he was beginning to look like. His mannerisms were adorable.

She felt anxious at his bandages coming off to reveal that sculpted face. Logan growled out, "Settle down, kids, you're overwhelming our little hot shot here. You gonna be okay squirt?" Scott nodded and blanched. Xavier lifted a shining pair of ruby glasses up and everyone grew silent, the festive mood became respective.

Xavier enunciated, "Thank you children, for gathering here today to welcome our cherished member, into the wonderful world of sight!" He was met by cheers and cat calls from the kids and applause rang in Scott's ears. Xavier placed the glasses over Scott's shut eyes.

With them securely on, the professor whispered encouragingly, "It's okay Scott, you can open them now…"

Scott trembled and slowly opened his eyelids to a new world of bright pink. His eyebrows shot up and he stumbled backwards, overwhelmed by the sight of all his friends around him, clapping and cheering. All the faces and strange morphed colors were unsettling and he could not focus.

Then as if a magnet or a beacon of light, one face assemble and seemed to stand out and radiate. It was the only face that he could distinguish clearly.

Jean stood proudly at Scott's eye-opening moment and blushed timidly as he seemed to gaze straight at her, unable to speak or stop staring. His mouth was parted and he seemed rooted to the spot. There were murmurs and everyone turned in her direction to see what he was so enraptured by.

Then it seemed as if he did not even see her, for his laser-like gaze was aimed straight and precisely at someone sitting on a bench behind Jean.

Xavier chuckled to himself and Logan roared out in gruff laughter, for he had already had a few beers by now. "Close your mouth boy scout, that's the wrong one, that's not your beloved Jean, she'd be the one standing right there with the flamin' red hair."

Scott shook his head with his mouth still parted and Xavier wheeled towards the mysterious girl. Scott followed slowly, disbelieving and muttered, "She's beautiful. I know her." He walked past a stunned Jean and stood unsurely in front of the girl. She looked icily at him and said vaguely, "Hello Scott, congratulations on your new glasses." Scott's grin broke wide and hazy and he said as if drunk off air, "H-Hi! Y-you!" Others laughed and she nodded, "Me."

Scott in a fit of happiness and excitement, embraced the girl in a bear hug and exclaimed, "It's you! It's really you! I never dreamt I'd see you!" The startled girl slowly warmed up and returned his hug. Jean gaped and asked, "Who is she?"

Scott involuntarily answered the question for Jean and as if scared to touch the girl, released her and stared into her face, "You're Emma Frost!"

There were a few inaudible gasps and Emma smiled and said, "Certainly yours, I told you I might drop by and say hello. This is quite…quaint. You've grown up. You have changed since the last time I saw you." Scott blushed, for he had not seen her the last time that they met and he had not seen himself either. He shrugged, "I still don't know what I look like yet. But you-you're…wow. I can't believe this is happening and you're here and real and I can see you and that voice…"

He trailed off and their eyes lingered on one another chillingly. Scott realized he had to look down into her face and she had to look up. That was when he did notice he had grown a few inches because he remembered his shoulders at the same height as hers and their heads at the same level when she had stood beside him and guided him around safely back at the island.

Without his sight, he did not feel like a real human entity, just a floating head or bunch of thoughts in a perpetual darkness where other sounds and voices came and went with disembodied personas. Now he really felt flesh and blood, like a human boy, and that certainly woke up senses and parts of his body he had forgotten about as he stared at this gorgeous girl with cold pale eyes and platinum blonde hair and a face of an angel. The face he had dreamt of.

Even with a red tinge to everything, her cold glare pierced through at him.

He weakly smiled and did not take his eyes off her even as Logan ushered him around to meet the people he had come to know, via faces.

Finally the moment of truth came and he was turned to face Jean Grey for the first time with his vision. She shyly cast her eyes down, a bit forlorn but he grabbed her face and smiled warmly, "I can finally put a face to the best friend. You're really pretty, Jean. You made yourself sound like such a dork and I didn't really care, but you definitely undermine yourself." Jean, eyes filled with happy tears, leapt forward and hugged Scott happily and cried out, "Oh, Scott, this changes everything. You can see! I can't wait to do other things with you now." This statement caused her to get wry looks and she blushed, saying, "I mean, well that came out wrong."

Scott looked around at all the faces beginning to establish in his mind as parts of the people and personalities he knew. Vivid colors played in his brain and he felt like he was high. Not once though, did he let himself lose sight of the icy blonde, in fear of losing sight of her forever.

-X-

Author's Note:

Reviews please! Will he remain blind to his best friend's

Affections and their not-so-platonic relationship?

What happens when the new mystery girl stays around for a little?

Will Scott live out his fantasies?

Will he finally see himself for who he is?