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Moonlight shone faintly into the room through the cracks of the curtains. Jean gazed at the silvery reflection on the floor and sighed inwardly. She didn't think that Logan who was sleeping soundly beside her would notice but she wasn't taking any chances. She had almost called him "Scott" by mistake just now but changed in midway. It had been three days since Scott was brought in and hell, he occupied her every thought nowadays.

Looking at the sleeping man beside her, she felt extremely guilty. She wasn't worthy to be next to him. He deserved someone better; rather than a woman who probably took interest in him because she wanted him to stay in the school in the first place.

Dim memories of their first meeting surfaced in her memory. Logan actively pursing her and her repeated rejections because she hadn't felt the connection between them. Eventually she was worn down and gave in. And as they say, the rest is history…until now. Determined, Jean rolled down and closed her eyes for some much needed rest, for tomorrow was going to be a big day

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Moonlight shone faintly into the room through the cracks of the curtains. To someone though, the beauty of it was oblivious. For a very good reason. He couldn't see it. Scott Summers lay in his bed, his eyes hidden behind a blindfold. Those weird people or mutants or whatever had not found a cure for it yet so he had to endure more days in darkness. Never mind, the scientist with a huge vocabulary and the woman doctor promised that they would find one. Especially the woman doctor. His heart, which had been untouched for so long, softened slightly at the thought of her. From her soft voice and her description about herself, he could already picture her as an angel.

Every since their touch at the hospital, he could feel that they were connected in some way or another. He would get her. It was only a matter of time. Even so, there was his biggest challenge- her fiancée Logan. But for now, he pushed all the thought out of his head and settled down for some much needed rest, for tomorrow was going to be a big day.

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Scott was already at the breakfast table when Jean arrived there, amidst the crowds of chattering students in the hall. Ororo Munroe or Storm, a fellow instructor at the school, was explaining the position of various items laid out on the dining table to Scott who was listening attentively to her. Immediately afterwards, he picked up his cutlery and began eating, without hesitation or dropping any food. If Jean was in her right senses, she would be amazed at Scott's memory but instead, she was too busy being jealous of Ororo to care, a trait she hardly felt before in her adult life.

"Jean? You seem a bit lost there?" Logan's voice broke through her thoughts of which was the most pleasing way to torture Ororo; dumping her in the middle of a food fight with the kids being the most satisfying.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just got a bit carried away there."

She hurried away from his concerned gaze and took her plate. At that moment, Hank came bounding into the room.

"Ready Jean, Scott?" he glanced from both of them.

Today was the day they were finally going to start trying to find a way to prevent Scott's optic beams from shooting out constantly. Jean nodded and dashed off to the med lab to get it ready with Scott trailing after her and Hank. Jean was determined to help Scott recover his eyesight.

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Jean worked feverishly throughout the night. Hank had put Scott in one of the beds in the lab after Scott had collapsed from exhaustion before retiring to his room himself, leaving Jean still working.

Jean was still buried in her work when Logan came in.

"1 hour at full power… Able to smash through concrete and others…"

Logan shook her gently. "Jean, you should get some rest."

"No, no. I have to find a way or Scott wouldn't be able to see forever." She protested, shaking his hand off.

Logan's quick temper was sparked. "Why is this guy so important to you? Why are you so anxious for him to see again? So, he's not the only blind person around."

He gave a disdainful snort.

"It's always Scott this, Scott that. You almost called me 'Scott' too. Why, you have a crush on him?"

He pushed her right buttons and she flared up.

"It's not like you didn't flirt with Emma Frost when she was here either!"

She had not even tried to deny his accusation. Logan growled and was about to snap his reply when supposingly unconscious Scott lying in the med bed turned over restlessly in his sleep.

Logan glared at the pair of them and strode out, in desperate need for a beer. Jean leaned back in her chair. Logan was right; she did have a crush on Scott. She recalled what she had said earlier and in her heart, she knew that Logan had caught on too.

She rubbed her temples wearily. Both of their quick, explosive tempers was really put on show tonight, each saying the wrong things which merely fueled the other's.

Looking down at Scott's peaceful sleeping figure, she shook her head ruefully,

"Long day huh?"

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