Yet another fic, I have way too much time on my hands after my softball games and practices are over for the day. Well I hope you enjoy. I DO NOT own anything so do not sue me please. I almost forgot to warn you, I'm going through a no powers faze of writing so bear with me, because this is yet another no powers fic. This is just a one chapter fic unless I get good reviews.
Jean Grey looked out the window of the Xavier's institute for gifted youngsters. She sighed at the sight of her best friend Scott Summers sitting under a tree in the yard. He had just recently begun withdrawing from conversations and such, after he overheard kids at school making fun of his handicap and all his scars.
Scott was blind, it happened from a plane accident when he was just a kid. He lost everything that meant anything to him, his parents, his brother, and his sight. She had glimpsed the scars on his back and wrists briefly, but he quickly covered them up. She never worked up the nerve to ask him about them.
She quietly walked out back and sat down on a bench about 40 feet away from Scott.
Scott didn't hear her approach, even though he has great hearing and such capabilities because he is blind. He was lost in the music he loves. He was playing a guitar, the one thing he could do right. He started to sing quietly to himself, with the music. He loved the feel of the vibrations of the strings on the guitar. It was something he couldn't describe.
Jean finally got quietly to her feet and walked over to him. She quietly sat down on the soft grass along side of him. She hummed a few notes along with him, until he stopped playing.
"Why did you stop?" Jean asked him.
"I don't like to play my music in front of people it makes me feel like a dork."
Jean laughed at his quick pick-up of Kitty's "language".
"So did you need something?" Scott finally asked her.
"No not really. I just liked your song, it was beautiful, what is it called?"
"I don't know, it's just a memory from my past, I can't remember where I heard it." He sighed quietly. "But I think my mother might have sung it to me when I was little."
Jean eagerly sat straighter, Scott never talked about is past or family to anyone. His past was rather sketchy to her even. She was always eager to learn something new about her best friend.
"I don't really feel like talking about it." He quietly muttered.
"That's ok, I can wait." She replied.
"Thanks Jean, that's why you're my beast friend, you never push me to tell you anything about me, and you treat me like a normal human being not like I could break at any moment."
Jean was sort of shocked at his words, but somewhere in her heart told her she should have expected this eventually to come up.
She put a arm aroung Scott's sholder's and gave him a light squeeze.
"How about some ice cream to cheer you up." She changed the subject, she knew he was releaved.
"Sure, why not." He laughe and the two of them walked back to the institute each with an arm draped around their sholders, like two best friends should.
