Ari's Note: So, with the permission of Seth and Beth, I have created a little AU about them.

It's a romance, not too much drama, but def. not boring. There will be comedy, but that's a given with these two. Its not like, purposefully gonna be funny, it'll just turn out that way XP. This is kind of like a present to these two, so with out further ado, here it is.

Through My Eyes

A Seth/Kitty (Aka Jazz aka Bethan aka Beth) Fanfic

Chapter 1

Ari

I have seen many passionate romances. I wish I could say that they all were successful happy relationships. That both partners were in it for love and when it came to an end it was a peaceful farewell. Years later, maybe they would stay friends and their grandchildren would play together. It's a very hopeful dream and one I'm sure exists somewhere. I can't say in my lifetime I've witnessed anything like the perfect scene I've filled your heads with.

In my experience, two types of love can exist. The ones that work with their flaws, and the ones that get torn apart by them. My opinion of love is that it's always a mistake. No one is worth all the eminent heartbreak you will surely face. Yet incredibly, we search fervently for someone to make our lives complicated and twisted. Now don't get me wrong, I'm many things, but not a hypocrite. I too have lost love and won it. Seen it destroyed and then mended back together. For most, the process of finding one that will make them content is very dramatic. Most times it takes years of mistakes and searching. I'm telling any one who still searches for fairytale love it simply doesn't exist.

Beyond this earth though, there's a subtle love beyond the torment of gravity. It reaches higher than any spaceship could rocket to, expands beyond the widest oceans and has depths that have been lost in time, literally. You don't find such a love, it chooses and grabs on to you no matter what silly little fate had planned for you. Only once have I seen such a phenomenon take place. It was a force you'd be honored to have a small role in. The sheer ferocity was more dangerous than an earthquake. Yet it touched the gentlest hearted people, the only ones who truly deserved a love that simple. One that would last through their lifetime here, and extend through to whatever awaited them.

Think I'm exaggerating? That's your prerogative. I won't take it away, though maybe I could help you see it my way. I'm Ari, friend of both of these extraordinary creatures and most honored to be so. It's fair to say they were as beautiful as the thing they held for each other in their hearts. Their story begins by a simple greeting, a story they're too modest to tell the right way, so I'll attempt this feat of an explanation, through my eyes.

Seth

I took one more stride towards my destination, silently rejoicing as I looked upon the familiar driveway. I slowed down, ignoring a sweat droplet as it rolled into my eyes, making my vision slightly blurry. I blinked it away, squinting as I tried to focus at the neighbor's house. I knew it had been sold, but I never expected the new tenant to move in so quickly.

I stretched my already stiffing muscles as I remembered an appointment I had in an hour or so. As soon as I finished stretching my hamstring, I trotted up to my front door, opened it and walked past my roommate sleeping on the couch, and straight to the shower to rinse off the filmy feeling from my morning run.

I relaxed a little, letting the previous week's stresses evaporate with the steam. I hated Mondays; it was just a general rule that Mondays would not be good. I reluctantly got out and dried off, getting dressed slowly and not minding the clock. When I walked into the kitchen my roommate muttered something like, "Aren't you going to be late?"

I didn't pay him any mind as I picked an apple from the fridge; it looked appealing enough to wolf down before my appointment. I stopped, stiffened a little and let a curse slip under my breath. I was late once again. I told Jack not to burn the house down or any thing while I was gone, and rushed out the door.

I stepped into my shiny Mustang and closed the door behind me, resting two hands on the wheel as I ran a checklist through my head before leaving. I didn't want to have to waste time and turn back half way there. I was caught up and didn't notice the cool sticky feeling seeping onto my fingers.

Only as the super glue started to turn into a warm resistance against the pads of my fingers did I realized my mistake. I didn't bother to seethe or to get too worked up as it was rather routine and I was exhausted. Mondays! Who needed them? Their perfect destructive record was not tainted, Jack and his pranks! Not that I didn't get revenge most of the time, but this one could jeopardize my chance at an internship I really wanted.

Thinking quickly, I moved my elbow to wind down the window. The car wasn't started, but the master power was on. I hollered Jack's name, but to no avail. Probably passed out again on the couch, watching an infomercial about a magical potato peeler. I considered at my options. The new neighbor was moving large boxes into the small cottage. "Uhm, miss, sorry to inconvenience you, but could you help me?" I bashfully asked the young girl, who was struggling with a box labeled "Bedding."

She set the box down and walked over. "Alright, but it'll cost ya," she muttered in a slightly distracted and partially joking tone. And there I was, stuck to the steering wheel, smiling like an idiot (and looking like a junkie probably), starring at the most dazzling angel that had ever crossed my path.

Beth

I dropped the box casually and started to walk over to the guy in need of my assistance. I only tripped twice on my way over and was feeling quite proud— until I noticed the dopey grin on his face. He had surely seen my 'graceful' attempt at moving, and was already thinking of what a good laugh for the guys it would be when he got home. Maybe I was being too self-absorbed, though, so I muttered a sarcastic something as I tried to figure out if this was a joke or not.

"I'm kind of stuck to my steering wheel here. A joke by my roommate, I'm positive," he explained. He had a warm smile and seemed sincere, so I yanked his fingers off, not registering his wince as I did so. Not until I saw a little of the skin still stuck the steering wheel did I gasp. "I'm so sorry! Oh, I'm such a space head, forgive me." I blushed as I looked away from the scene.

"Oh, it's nothing. Thank you for your help. I'm Seth, your neighbor... I hope?" His question was weird. I was seriously thinking of responding with something sarcastic again, but remembering that it might be rude, I settled for a brief nod.

"Yes, I'm Bethan. I guess my social skills today aren't as good as one is used to. I promise I don't usually rip people's skin off when I first meet them, usually it's a tackle as I try to get my balance or something," I said with a small smile. Then I walked away as he drove off, and got back to unpacking. My sinuses were acting up and I was feeling dizzy. Hopefully, I could just go inside and get Seth to help me with the unpacking later. Neighbors asked those kinds of favors, right?

I went in, fixed a cup of tea, took something for my headache, and prepared for my first nap in the new house. One of many, I was sure, with my immune system. I drifted off, trying not to think that maybe I liked having an excuse to see Seth again. It wasn't like he was bad company... And he was rather charming in a dorky kind of way. That was something I would never admit, at least out loud.

Seth

She left me speechless as I tried to reason why she had just walked off. I wanted to hear her voice! Couldn't I be allowed to see Bethan blush and stutter a little longer? She could rip off all my fingers. Who needed them? Not me, not if it was done by her hand.

She was so beautiful, not just her face, but the way she stumbled over her feet and the way she sniffled when she looked down. Or the guilty look on her face when seeing my fingers. That look would make the coldest of monsters want to comfort her at that moment.

I drove off, still imagining the little details of her life. As I turned into the parking lot, I realized I was only about 10 minutes late. As I walked up to the door of the doctor's personal office, I couldn't help but to think that maybe Mondays weren't always that disastrous.