A/N: Hi, guys! This is my first ever Lunar Chronicles fanfic. I'm open to any and all suggestions for this line of fanfics, though I'll probably have an odd updating schedule and I won't use every idea. I tend to enjoy the storylines that don't take place in AU's, though I may write a few.

This particular fic is based on the idea of Thorne getting his sight back… and having a little fun with it ;) It's more humorous than fluffy, but still has a sweet moment.

I don't own the Lunar Chronicles

Don't get him wrong; Carswell Thorne couldn't have been more ecstatic when he woke up that morning with his vision fully intact. He spent a solid 12 minutes running around his quarters in the Rampion proclaiming the colors of different random objects.

"LOOK AT THAT FANTASTIC GREEN CHAIR OF MINE! AND OH, I CAN SEE THE SPLENID BLACK- BLACKINESS OF SPACE THROUGH THE WINDOW!"

Yeah. You get the picture.

He was more than happy, especially considering the fact that his sight came a full 2 days ahead of schedule. As far as his friends knew, he was just now starting to tell the difference between light and dark. After praising every individual object in his range of vision, he decided that it wouldn't hurt if he left them hanging just a teeny bit longer.

~o0o~

"OHHHH SCAAARLEEET!"

Thorne suppressed a chuckle when said redhead rolled her eyes, unaware that he could see her every move. To throw her off he averted his gaze slightly to the left.

"Thorne, I'm making breakfast. Go bug someone else."

"Aww, but Scarlett," he whined, clumsily scooting closer to her with the aid of his cane, "I wanna help!"

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Seriously? Even though you're... well..."

"Blind? Nah, I'm not letting that hold me back! Believe me; I've got everything under control!" He flashed her his signature grin before scooting closer to her, setting his cane aside in the process. "So watcha making?"

"...Eggs."

"Then why did you grab tomatoes?"

Scarlett reddened slightly before ducking her head and mumbling something about Wolf and his tomato obsession. "Wait a minute," she commented, glancing suspiciously at Thorne. "How did you know I had the tomatoes out?"

"I... er... smelled them." Yeah, it wasn't his best lie ever.

"You smelled the tomatoes?"

"Yeah. They smell like a fresh spring rain." Fresh spring rain. Seriously? What was he, a 12 year old attempting to write poetry?

For a long, terrifying moment, Thorne thought that his plan had failed. Scarlett had figured him out and his prank would be over before it even started. The girl narrowed her eyes at him before picking up a tomato and giving it a tentative sniff.

"Huh. They do smell like spring rain."

Thorne let out a sigh of relief. "Alright, let's get started!"

At first he did nothing wrong. He scrambled, chopped, and poured just as she asked. It was when they were about to fry up the eggs into the skillet that his mischief kicked in.

"I'll grab the oil," he said eagerly, trying not to explode with laughter as he pulled out a giant jug of gasoline.

Carswell Thorne is many things. Annoying, yes. Flirtatious, yes. Stupid, oh yeah. But he wasn't an idiot (which totally makes sense, right?). He had emptied the gasoline beforehand and filled the container with water.

Of course, Scarlett didn't know that.

"THORNE!" She dropped her bowl of eggs, the goopy mixture coating the Rampion's tiny kitchen floor. "DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE! THAT'S GASOLINE!"

"Is it?" he replied, feigning obliviousness. He purposely stepped forward into the mess, falling onto his butt and dousing himself with "gasoline" in the process.

"OH MY STARS!" Scarlett all but threw him in the hallway before grabbing several towels from the closet. She tossed one to Thorne. "You need to change clothes and take a shower now! I'll deal with this mess." Muttering some not-so-ladylike language, Scarlett turned off the burner and began mopping up the goo.

Thorne hung his head bashfully. "Gee, I'm sorry about that, Scarlett." He spun on his heel and walked away, smirking to himself.

~o0o~

Whistling the tune of a song he picked up from Cress, Thorne strolled into the front of the ship. Kai and Wolf were awkwardly sitting in silence, with Wolf gazing out the window and Kai picking at a hangnail. They both visibly brightened when Thorne entered the room.

"Is Scarlett almost done with breakfast?" Wolf asked. Thorne laughed in response, shuffling around to find a chair to sit in and to keep up the "blind" act.

"I think we're just having cereal today, my canine companion. In the meantime, could I interest you fellas in a little game?"

"Oh stars, yes!" Kai exclaimed. He reddened slightly at his outburst, clearing his throat. "It's just... er... since we're waiting for the whole 'saving the world' thing it's been kind of boring around here."

"Exactamundo. This particular game is simple and involves money, my two favorite elements in any sort of activity! Here's how it goes: the two of you will pick out an object to hand to me, and I will have to guess what it is in fewer than 15 seconds. Depending on the difficulty of the item you will decide on a price. If I guess what it is, I get the money. If I don't, I'll pay you. Sound good?"

Thorne could've suggested playing ring-around-the-rosy and they probably would have accepted. After brushing off Kai's concerns about sensitivity ("honestly, your majesty, you are in no way taking advantage of my current situation, though I will gladly accept any condolence gifts you have to offer"), both men had stacks of univs sitting out and determined grins on their faces.

Thorne prided himself on his ability to keep a straight face, though he almost lost it while Kai and Wolf fumbled around to find a suitable object, clueless to his plot. Finally, they decided on the crushed door handle resulting from Iko's excited freak out session a few days back. He would have killed to see Kai's face when she screamed "OH MY HEAVENLY STARS YOU GUYS KISSED?!"

He furrowed his brow when they placed the object in his hands, making a big show of feeling, sniffing, and even licking the door knob.

"5 seconds," Wolf warned.

"Is it… the crushed door knob?"

Thorne feigned joyful surprise when the pair confirmed his guess, handing over the designated 50 univs. "Beginners luck?" he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

Thirty minutes and a good 400 univs later, Thorne was grinning cheekily while Kai and Wolf scowled. Sure, he purposely lost here and there to boost their confidence, but he was most definitely the one who benefited the most in the end.

"Well, this has been fun, but I better get going." Scooping his haul into his arms, he exited his room, now with a little more spring in his step. Kai and Wolf just sat there, scratching their heads in disbelief.

"So… do you want to play go fish?"

~o0o~

Thorne was still cackling after dumping his money in his room. "What a bunch of chumps," he mumbled gleefully, knocking of Cress's door. "Hey, Cress, it's me!" He hadn't figured out how to mess with her yet, but then again he had a knack for spontaneity.

"Come in!" Her already soft voice was muffled through the door, and he almost missed her reply. Swinging open the door with a little too much enthusiasm, he opened his mouth to say something, and then stopped dead in his tracks.

Cress was sitting on a stool that was much too tall for her, granting her the luxury of swinging her legs freely as she toyed on her portscreen. Her eyes were a deep blue, much darker than Thorne had previously envisioned. Her blonde locks were cropped fashionable to her shoulders- Iko's work, not his own- and her pink lips were pursed in concentration, and her little nose was absolutely adorable, and aces she was beautiful.

And did he mention that she was wearing nothing but a towel?

"What do you need, Captain?"

Her eyes fluttered upward, and he could've sworn his heart stopped for a moment when they locked on his own. He completely forgot that he was supposed to be blind.

"Cress… you're… erm…" Gorgeous? Amazing? Perfect in every way? There were plenty of ways that he could've finished that sentence.

"… here."

She blinked. "Um, Captain? Are you alright?" Setting her technology down on her desk, she started towards him. And yes, she was still clad in nothing but a towel.

"Aces," he muttered, averted his eyes downward. Normally he would be thrilled to be in this sort of situation, but this was Cress. Sweet, innocent Cress, who still thought he was blind, for stars sake!

And then her hands were on him, checking his forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever, but your face has become really red all of a sudden. Was there something you needed to tell me?"

To complete his humiliation, Iko came skipping into the room, cheerful as ever. "Hey, Cress, Thorne." And with that brief acknowledgment she ripped off Cress's towel.

"ACES, IKO, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!" Thorne, eyes firmly glued to the opposite wall, ripped off his jacket and handed it to Cress, face brighter than Scarlett's hair.

"Um, Captain?"

"Just take the jacket, Cress. I'll deal with Iko in a second."

"Captain?"

"Aww, Thorne is blushing!"

"SHUT IT IKO! This is serious! How dare you besmirch an innocent girl's honor?"

"Captain!"

Cress's voice was raised higher than usual, and he swiveled around to face her, forgetting her indecent state. Letting out a brief (and totally manly, don't listen to Iko, it wasn't high-pitched) shriek, he covered his eyes.

Wait a minute… Cress didn't have blue skin…

He took another glance at her and was surprised to see that she was wearing a blue strapless dress along with a confused and slightly embarrassed expression. "Captain, why did you think I was… n-naked?" she timidly asked.

"You… you were wearing a towel…" He spluttered. Iko giggled at his response.

"I overheard you this morning, Thorne, and decided to have a little fun. I asked Cress here to wear a towel over her dress and waited in the hall for you to come!" She giggled, promptly took out her portscreen, snapped a picture of his expression, and laughed even harder. Thorne turned to Cress, who now looked more confused than ever.

"Why did you wear the towel?"

"I-I don't know, I just didn't want to be rude or anything. You got your eyesight back?"

"Yeah, I guess that cat is out of the bag…" Cress self-consciously began to pull at her dress and fix her hair, shyly glancing up at him with an expectant look on her face. Thorne chuckled, and his suave, flirtatious attitude returned.

"Did I forget to mention that you look absolutely gorgeous, Mrs. Smith? And short hair definitely suits you." She beamed in response, tucking a stray lock behind her ear.

"Awww, you guys!" They both snapped back to reality, glancing at the giggling android. "Why don't you just make it official and date already?"

Thorne, never one to miss a beat, winked at the blushing Lunar, who began to violently stutter.

"Oh, and Thorne," Iko added, smiling evilly, "I'm telling the others. In fact, Cinder has just been updated on this entire situation, and she said you're getting a lecture when she gets back from Luna."

"What? No! She'll take away the univs that I rightfully deceived into getting!"

After an hour of arguing and bargaining (along with little bits of insight from Cress, who patiently listened to the entire conversation) it was decided that Iko would withhold the information from the rest of the crew as long as Thorne snuck some pictures of a shirtless Kai to Iko in return. That gave him plenty of time to spend the money before Cinder returned.

The minute Iko left, Thorne scooped up Cress before dropping her onto her bed, snuggling up next to her. "Get comfy," he muttered, smirking at her flustered yet giggly state. "I haven't been able to look at you for days and we're going to make up for that now. Can you say that bit about how great and heroic I am again? I wanna see how you looked when you said it."

~o0o~