Before any one says anything I swear I'll get to work on my other stories. This'll probably have more chapters, but we'll see what spring break brings. Enjoy!

Kaliida Shoals medical center, outer rim. Alexa's POV. A young medic working on the ship and caring for injured troopers. Chapter 1: New sight.

I smile as I walk. This is one of my last charges for today. The last trooper I'll see today if all goes well and hopefully be able to send him back to duty. I know how much better that'll make me feel after all the things I've seen today. I know how badly they all want to go back to duty.

I slip into the room and move towards the bed. The trooper on it sits up, obviously anticipating my arrival. "Commander?"

"Right here Flex. I thought I told you just to call me Alexa." I answer and Flex turns to face me. Well sort of.

Flex lost his eyesight in a bomb flash of some sort. We weren't really given details, we never are. We'd hoped that with extensive surgery, bacta, some rest, and most definitely some luck, he'd get it back. Everything's going well so far, but today was the last test. The last test and hopefully one Flex passes.

"Sorry comm-Alexa." Flex corrects himself. He reaches out and I know what he wants. I squeeze Flex's hand reassuringly and he smiles.

"Ready?"

Flex nods and I slowly remove the bandage. Careful not to leave as much of the bacta as possible.

"Hold still and keep your eyes open." I wipe the bacta from Flex's eyes and off his eyelids and eyelashes.

Flex blinks a couple of times, testing out his vision. "Oh."

"What?" I ask, concerned. I can feel the anxiety coursing through my veins.

Flex runs his hands across my cheeks. "Commander I-" He pulls away abruptly, realizing what he's done. "Thank you, this is the first time I've actually been able to see you."

"So you can see me." My grin stretches, and I calm down.

Flex nods, his grin even wider than mine. "After all the weeks you've been spoiling, ahm, taking care of me. Strawberry-blonde hair and dark blues eyes?" He asks.

I laugh. "That would be me."

Flex pulls me into a deep hug. "Thank you so much Alexa. I didn't think I'd be able to see again."

"You're welcome Flex." He begins to pull away and I give him a soft squeeze to let him know it's alright. I don't mind this contact though I know it's something Flex's not used to.

As Flex looks me in the eye, my own eyes go wide. "Oh, Flex."

He tilts his head a little, confused. "What's wrong?"

As I run two fingers over his eyelid Flex closes one eye, watching me with the other. He watches as I pull a small mirror out of my pocket.

"Close your eyes." I position the mirror so he can see his own eyes. "Okay, open them."

Flex does and now he sees what I see. His eyes go wide as he realizes it. Soft, dark purple eyes filled with compassion.

He gasps and then smiles slightly. I can see the deep purple turning slightly watery. "Alexa?" He says it like a question.

I take one of his hands in mine. "I don't know Flex, I've never seen this happen before."

Flex ducks his head but I can see the tears glistening on his cheeks, his face not hidden in the shadows as he'd like it to be.

"Flex I'm sorry I-"

Flex looks up at me and I suddenly realize by his expression that he's not mad. Not even close. He's the opposite.

Flex manages a small smile through the tears. "Don't be Alexa. They're amazing, beautiful really. They, they're too pure to belong on me."

I wipe away the tears from Flex's face. "They do belong on you Flex. You deserve it, not anyone else. And you are pure, no matter how others view you. You're perfect."

Flex shakes his head and bites his lip in doubt. "No, I'm not Alexa. I've killed people when I don't mean to because of my orders. All I've ever been is the perfect soldier."

"No Flex." I'm trying to be firm but I can hear by voice I'm falling miserable. Its cracking and I feel about to cry. "You are who you are and that's perfect. You're perfect. No one else has any say in that."

Flex pulls me back into the hug from earlier and I smile at the violet eyed trooper. This is more than he wanted, more than either of us wanted, but yet... It did happen, so much more than either of us dared hope for.

I rub Flex's back, the way I did when he couldn't see me at all. Somehow I know what I said was right, and somehow I know Flex believes it too.