It was… dark. It was just like any other time I'd opened my eyes after the accident. I blinked a couple of times before slumping forward and running my fingers over my temples. I felt a hand rub my back before Mr. Smith spoke up.

"Give it a moment dear," he said softly. I took a deep breath and nodded. I kept my eyes open as I turned my head, begging silently for anything to light up. Nothing. I could feel tears bubbling in my eyes and I tried to blink them away. I wanted to just be alone. I felt like I was drowning in the darkness, but there was something that was keeping me afloat. I gasped as I realized that there was a dull fuzziness at the edge of my vision.

"Cherie?! Are you alright?" Francis asked worriedly, placing a hand on my arm. I nodded, trying to focus on the light that was very slowly making itself present.

"Do you see something?" Mr. Smith asked. I barely registered his voice in my utter shock, but I managed a nod as I noticed more blurred and fuzzy edges.

"There's… light…" I mumbled in awe. "It's… it's around the edge…" I hushed myself, watching as the darkness dissipated and was filled in with little pinpricks of light. "There's more," I breathed in disbelieve. "I… All I see is light. There's no detail but there's blurs of color." I was rather surprised to not see any scars clouding my vision further.

"That's to be expected, we have to give it just a bit of time," Mr. Smith explained. "This might help a little with that however." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Tilt your head back and open your eyes as wide as you can." I knew what was coming so I bobbed my head and then tilted my neck back.

He held my head steady and pulled gently at my eyelids to make sure I didn't blink. I flinched slightly as the cold liquid made contact with my eyes. He put a few in my other eye and made me blink slowly. He lifted my head back up and told me to keep my eyes shut for a moment. My heart was pounding as I was allowed to open them again.

"Wait!" I yelped, squeezing my eyes shut again, "where's my dad?" I asked. "I want to see him first and then go around." I found Francis hand and laced our fingers together for a moment. "I'm saving the best for last." He laughed and kissed my cheek.

"Ohonhon, of course amour," he replied and helped me to stand up. I wobbled over to my father with the Frenchman's guidance. I felt a large calloused hand grab my wrist and I smiled. I looked down to where I knew my father was sitting and let my eyes open.

Color flooded my eyes. My father's graying _(h/c)_ hair. His _(s/c)_ skin tone. The light green of his hospital gown and the glinting _(e/c)_ of his eyes. It wasn't a perfect picture by any means. There were blurry bits and some colors were still smeared together, but my daddy was actually there.

"Daddy," I choked, tears blurring my spotty vision even more. I practically collapsed in his arms. I would have if Francis hadn't been holding me up. My father's unbroken arm wrapped around my back and I pulled back slightly.

"Can… can you really see me?" he asked, his eyes roving over my face. I grinned and reached up to wipe carefully at my eyes as I nodded. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed happily before stumbling back to lean against Francis. It took all my will power to not turn and look at him just yet. My vision was getting better every time I looked around the room, managing to look over all the people in the room. The blurriness had almost completely vanished and everything was becoming more defined.

"Hey dude! You ready to see us yet?" I looked down towards the end of my bed and grinned. A tall, tanned, broad shouldered boy sat in a hospital chair wearing a Captain America T-shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. His hair was a golden wheat color with a cowlick to the left. His blue eyes sparkled behind his glasses and I stumbled towards him.

"Al!" I said in disbelieve, drinking in his appearance. He chuckled and stood up, moving the blonde that was in his lap. Francis gently handed me over as Alfred pulled me into a hug and I laughed, wrapping my arms around him.

"And what am I? Chopped liver?" I looked over Alfred's shoulder and saw a smaller blonde haired, green eyes teen looking at me.

"Arthur!" I cried, pulling away from Alfred and hurrying towards the Englishman. He oofed as I tripped into him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He chuckled and returned the gestured enthusiastically. I went around, really seeing everyone for the first time. Gilbert was definitely a sight. I'd never seen anyone as pale as him. Everyone hugged me and laughed as I turned to see them. It was amazing and I couldn't help the feeling of giddiness that built up in my chest as I finished looking over everyone. I finally closed my eyes and turned around completely.

"Francis," I muttered softly, reaching out towards him. He grabbed my arms and pulled me forward. My hands rested on his chest and I trailed them up to his face. I found his lips and felt him smiling. I leaned forward and kissed him. It was only for a moment and then I pulled back.

As my eyes opened my breath caught in my throat. Bright, sky blue eyes were shining with unshed tears. Soft, spun gold hair was tucked behind his ears with a few stray strands falling into his face. The light stubble across his jaw scratched familiarly against my fingers. I just couldn't take in everything that was Francis.

"_," he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist. I jumped at him, eagerly pressing my mouth to his in an overflow of emotion. He chuckled against the kiss, tilting his head so he could respond in kind. I didn't pull back until several people cleared their throats.

"Oh Francis," I choked, pulling away and running my fingers lightly over his face and through his hair. He smiled and leaned in to kiss my forehead, wiping away the cool tears that I hadn't even known were falling down my cheeks. I hugged him tight to me, resting my head on his chin. "I didn't know I could be this happy," I whispered, relishing the purple of his shirt that filled my vision.

"Miss. _(l/n)_." I jerked back at the sudden voice and held my head when everything swayed. "Careful, nothing too quick," Mr. Smith said. I watched as he walked around towards us and grinned to myself. He had blonde hair, though shorter than his son's, and the same cerulean blue eyes. "Do you mind if I go ahead and do a quick check, just to see how everything's functioning?"

"Yes sir, of course," I replied. He nodded and told me to wait a moment and he'd back. I sat back down on the hospital bed and leaned into Francis as he sat next to me. I let my eyes rove over everything, looking at all the detail in the room.

"Are you aright chérie?" I looked back to Francis and absorbed it all. I nodded dumbly and pulled him once more into kiss.

"Now I know why everyone in school wants you," I mumbled, leaning away and grinning as his face flushed pink. He pinched my side and I giggled. "I love you." He rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek.

"Je t'aime aussi _." I felt my ears burn slightly and was glad for the excuse to turn away as the door opened and Mr. Smith walked back in.

"Really sir," I started as he came over to us and set his bag down by my side, "I can't thank you enough." I sniffed slightly, running wrist under my eyes. He smiled and held a light up to my eyes.

"You're welcome," he replied, moving the bright light from eye to eye, "I do believe that you're one of the hardest cases I've ever had, but it was most certainly worth it." I wasn't sure whether to take that as a complement or not, so I just smiled. He set his light down and as he moved to grab another instrument I hugged him.

"Thank you so much Mr. Smith," I mumbled, ignoring the tears trailing down my cheeks. I felt him stiffen for a moment, before patting my back and hugging me in return quickly.

"You are very welcome dear. I'm glad I could be a part of this and help you to get everything back," he replied. I grinned as he moved back and continued looking over my eyes. He said that everything looked good and was working normally and to just keep using the drops I'd been given.

I was released from the hospital that day and I was so glad to be headed home. I told my father I'd come back every day until he could come back home too. I had to wear dark glasses to keep the sun directly out of my eyes while we were outside. The drive home was exhilarating. Everything was rushing by in a blur, but that was more than I'd seen in nearly a year.

When I walked into my house, it was like it was completely new, though nothing had changed since I'd lost my sight. I looked at everything, watching with a new light in my eyes. Everyone was so excited for me as I began to tear up as I walked around. The house was an experience in itself, but afterward, I was able to go and meet everyone's parents all over again. I was hugged all the way around and I just couldn't believe everything was actually happening.

Mrs. Bonnefoy seemed shocked that her ex-husband had helped, but she was delighted that he had and was simply ecstatic that I could see things against. She was so glad to see her son happy and I was too.

Several weeks later, we were back in school and Francis' father had to go back home. My father was at home resting while the guys, myself, and Francis' mother went to airport to send Mr. Smith off.

"Thank you so much Mr. Smith," I said, hugging him tightly, He chuckled and hugged me back. Over the past few weeks, the tension had dissipated and we were all able to get along just fine. I wasn't sure if France had forgiven the man yet, but he was at least getting along with him.

"You are very welcome dear," he replied. "Do make sure to stay out of direct sunlight for another week or so and continue using those drops, alright?" he said, pulling back and looking into my eyes. I laughed lightly and nodded.

"Yes sir, will so," I answered. I turned when there was a tap on my shoulder. I smiled when I saw Mrs. Bonnefoy and moved back.

"Alright David, I guess you do deserve some zanks," the petite woman said with a teasing smile. When Francis had told his mother that his father was in town, she was surprised. They had met and all of us teenagers had expected this huge, awkward scene but they greeted each other as if they were old friends. We were shocked to say the least.

"Well thank you dear," he replied with a laugh as they hugged. It was quite the sight, but when Francis came up after his mother, the older's blue eyes widened.

"Je… je ne peux pas vous remercier assez de papa. Cela signifie que le monde lui. (I… I can't thank you enough papa. This means the world to her.)" He was speaking in low French and I scrunched my eyebrows as he wiped his eyes.

"Vous êtes le bienvenu Francis. Je… (You're very welcome Francis. I…)" he paused, taking a deep breath, "je suis vraiment désolé pour partir, surout quand tu étais si jeune. J'espère que tu pourras me pardonner. (I'm very sorry for leaving, especially when you were so young. I hope that you can forgive me)" Francis nodded and practically fell into his father, hugging him tightly. I wiped my eyes as they pulled back and smiled at each other. We all finished out goodbyes and Mr. Smith boarded the airplane.

"Are you okay?" I asked Francis as I leaned into him. He nodded and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Oui. Better zan I 'ave been in a long time," he replied, leaning down and kissing my temple. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his side.

"Good," I said, looking up at him. I honestly couldn't describe how handsome and stunning he truly was. I could not believe that I was lucky enough to be his. It was hard to believe this all wouldn't of happened if he hadn't of seen me on one bright afternoon.


Alright ya'll! This is almost it! There will be an epilogue and I will try to finish it up just as fast as possible! I do hope you all enjoy this and I do apologize for it being so short, but I think the content made up for it XD I love you all, and I definitely wanna know watcha think!