Authror's Note: This story, much like Cold, is meant to be a very long songfic, this time dedicated to the Omega/X pairing. This takes place before the Elf Wars and could be considered AU. I'm taking a friend's advice, however, and uploading the seperate scenes as chapters instead of one massive fic like I did Cold. You can follow this story here, my personal site, or my dA.

"Through Glass" lyrics are by Stone Sour, not me! Megaman and all elements belong to Capcom, all rights reserved.

At first he had dismissed it as possible hallucinations, born from the constant experimentations he was subjected to. Yet each time he looked the hallucination lingered for seconds longer before vanishing in the passing masses of scientists and research teams. Somehow such a unique vision always vanished against the dull, repeating uniforms, which led to the idea it was a hallucination.

But one night, when he should have been finally left truly alone, he opened his eyes to see that hallucination was very real, and staring right at him.

Omega's first reaction was not pleasant—immediately he bared his teeth and glared, knowing he could only see and be seen in this glass box of a room. Despite his feral appearance, the not-so-hallucination didn't change his expression to the usual condescending smirk. As it were, his green eyes looked that much sadder.

The sad, mournful stare continued, and slowly Omega's aggression faded as something else replaced the angry mistrust. A sort of nagging, and as he continued to watch from his side of the glass, it grew. Those eyes, set in that young and peaceful face, were supposed to mean something. Something possibly important, but as he tried to think, Omega wasn't sure if it was important to him or to his other half.

The sad look brightened a bit when the mirage offered a smile, although it took Omega several seconds to even realize it was a smile. It was small, pathetic really, but it still made Omega stare back in relative confusion. He had never seen a smile before, and he wasn't exactly sure how to react to it. Was it the same as the smirks his other half tended to give?

Who is this? Omega's mind echoed. He even felt the temptation to ask out loud, but he knew better. No one could speak to him and he could speak no one, even if it was just an illusion.

The smile broke when the lips moved, and Omega glared at the person with renewed vigor for changing expressions before he could comprehend it. His eyes left the man's lips, back to his eyes, to see those green orbs shining with something other than scientific-only interest. Interest that was growing when Omega again lost his glare and watched in neutrality.

It was either Omega's lack of response or his blank stare, but the phantom's lips stopped moving. He stopped trying to speak, and instead, tried another smile. Something about it made Omega's shoulders slowly relax from their usual tense position, and he could only stare through the glass and wonder what the hell a smile was supposed to mean when it made him feel so strange to see it used against him.

The usual silence grated on Omega's nerves when the hallucination just kept watching and smiling, and the feeling that there should be some sort of sound made Omega tense again. Should he try to speak back?

He had been so focused on the smile, Omega failed to realize the other's eyes were constantly looking to the side, toward the entrance to the lab he was locked in. Omega watched his eyes flick several times before he looked to the side himself. When he looked back, the vision had lost his smile and was biting his lower lip nervously, as if he knew he shouldn't be doing something but wanted to anyway.

He wasn't a scientist in disguise, Omega surmised. But who was he?

That smile came back, much smaller and rather shaky, but it was supposed to mean something. Something different then the smiles before, but all Omega could do was stare when the vision slowly backed away from the glass, into the shadows of the low-lit hall until, like the hallucination it was, disappeared. Omega was left alone again in his silent little box. He wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light or not, but the longer Omega kept staring, the longer the after-image of the mirage stayed.

When he blinked, it was all gone, and Omega felt something like a jerking sensation against his throat. Did he imagine the whole thing?

For once Omega was dissatisfied with having the night to himself, and when he climbed back into his cot he kept staring out the glass window, wondering if he'll see his illusion again.

/I'm looking at you through the glass.../