The sun was shining brightly when Edward stepped outside. Lance and Mark were running around with the frisbie, and Samantha was reading a book in the shade of a great weeping willow. Two adults were tending the garden, Benji, a colored man with long black dreadlocks, and Carrie, an absolute theatre nut. Her hair was shoulder length and dyed purple. Two girls were playing volleyball. Brittney and Kelly, exact opposites but really good friends. Brittney was a sort of ditsy cheerleader type girl, and Kelly was a goth like Chris (they were cousins). For a moment, it made Edward think of what he and Kim must've looked like together. Lounging in a hammock was Nate, also called the tie-dye man. The majority of his clothing was tie-dye, and he had blonde hair with blue eyes. Almost all the girls were attracted to him, and he seemed to take great pride in that.

"Hey, Eddie!" called Lance. "Wanna play?" He waved the frisbie, but Edward shook his head.

"I can't throw it," he said, holding up his hands.

"Oh," muttered Lance. "Sorry, I forgot." Edward smirked and walked towards the garden. There were two large bushes on either side, and Carrie noticed him.

"Wanna help?" she asked. Edward nodded.

"Sure."

"Those hedges need trimming. Would you mind doing that?" Edward shook his head an approached one. He stared it up and down, visualizing for a while before taking the first snip. Once he started, his entire attention was focused on it, completely droning out everyone else. His scissor hands moved rapidly, almost as though he didn't even need to think about it. The image was in his head and the rest came together. He was oblivious of the sounds of everyone around him gasping and stepping closer to take a look.

About a minute later, he stepped back and over looked his work. What had been a bush was now a large dog, complete with tongue and everything. "Whoa!" muttered Carrie. "How do you do that? That's incredible!" Edward smiled, and the others all swarmed in, chattering eagerly and ambushing him with questions and praise. He managed to escape them and they all swarmed around the large dog, giving him a few minutes to himself. There was the sound of soft footsteps in the grass behind him, and he turned to see Corina staring at the dog, wearing the same blank expression she always wore, but in her eyes he could see a tiny hint of happiness, just like the others. She looked at him for a moment, and then back at the dog.

"Edward that's amazing!" said a voice from behind. Corina slipped away, and Rodney stepped up. "I thought you had a hidden talent somewhere. Just look at that!" Edward smiled, and Rodney beamed.

"I used to cut hair," said Edward.

"I think you'll have the girls homing in on you then if you're good." He chuckled and went over to join the crowd. "Oh!" he said, turning around quickly. "I'd like to see you in my office after dinner. I have something I want to talk to you about." Edward nodded, and the doc went in and joined the crowd. He turned around and looked for Corina. She was sitting near the willow tree, writting in her sketchbook again. The small look in her eyes had made him wonder if it was possible to reach her. From that moment on, he decided he'd try so she wouldn't look so alone and miserable.

Edward sat at the table, fumbling around with everything on his plate. Eating with scissors for hands was a lot harder than it looked. Samantha wheeled over next to him with a warm smile on her face.

"Hey," she said softly. "Need help?" He nodded, and she took his fork and picked up some steak with it. He opened his mouth, and she fed him, almost feeling like she had to feed a baby. "Must be such a pain having scissors for hands," she muttered.

"Sometimes," he admitted.

"The doc will fix you up, you'll see. Once you have hands you'll be able to feed yourself and throw frisbies and things." He smirked before taking another mouthful of steak.

"Someone told me once that I wouldn't be special if I was like everyone else," he said once he could talk. Samantha looked at him with sympathy.

"That's not true," she said. "Everyone's special in their own way. You're an artist, with or without scissorhands."

"Someone else also told me that." A small smile escaped his lips as he remembered the Avon lady who took him in, so many years ago.

"I think everyone here needs to be told that once in a while. Lance feels left out sometimes because he's missing an arm. Mark used to get picked on so many times for his claws, but he uses them to carve desings, and they're great for self defense. Chris is psychic, but it comes in handy so many times. Joshua has no parents, and he needs to be told everyday that he's worth it. Then there's me in my wheel chair. I used to be a cross country runner, but then I got in a car accident and now I'm paralyzed. It took me so many years to be able to say, 'So what?'" She gave him a mouthful of mashed potatoes, and once he swallowed it he spoke.

"What happened to Corina?" he asked. "They told me the doc couldn't help her." Samantha shook her head.

"I came here after that happened, so I couldn't tell you if I wanted to. Sorry." She continued to feed him, and once he was done, he left quietly, and stepped into Rodney's office.

"You wanted to see me?" he said softly. Rodney looked up from his desk and smiled.

"Edward! Just in time. I think I have some good news for you." Edward sat down eagerley, and Rodney pulled out a folder. "I may have found a way to give you hands that word. I just need to run some x-rays first. If you'll come with me to the other room, I'll do that now." Edward nodded, and they headed down. Getting the x-rays was a strange experience for Edward, but once they were done, the doc seemed even more facinated with what he saw.

"Oh my lord..." he muttered, his eyes widening. He looked up at Edward. "You're not a real human are you?" he asked. Edward felt his stomach drop. Now what?

"No," he said softly, beginning to fear the worst.

"I've never seen anything like this. Who built you?"

"And inventor," he said softly. "He died a long time ago."

"Shame. I wish I could have met him. It takes great talent and skill to make a piece of art like yourself."

"Can you still give me hands?" asked Edward, knowing he couldn't go any longer without knowing.

"Don't be silly! Of course I can. It'll take a while, and a long operation, but I could do it." Edward smiled, feeling relieved. "It all depends on if you're willing, of course, to go through with this."

"I am," said Edward. "I want to be like everyone else." The doc smiled.

"Then I promise you I'll try to make that happen." He smiled at him reassuringly, and let Edward go off on his own.

(A/N: How was that? I wasn't so sure about it at first, but now I've got some good ideas going that might actually work. R&R, but be merciful, pleeeez!)