Note: This is my first fanfic ever. I wrote this because I am so fascinated with the character of Cyclops from the X-men movies. English is not my native language, so please be kind. In general, I am grateful for any tips to make it sound more natural, especially the conversations. And now..enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to Marvel.

The arrival

Scott leaned against the edge of the sofa while he was gazing out of the impressive and nicely decorated window of the old mansion. Actually, he was staring into space, but he didn't realize. He was too busy with identifying the colours behind the multiple nuances of grey he could see through his shades. Of course, he couldn't really see them, but he tried hard to create an image of those colours in his mind. He remembered the red of his jacket, the green of the lawn his father had cultivated carefully and the blue of the sky on a sunny day during summer vacation. He projected his colours onto the grey silhouettes outside in order to let the meadow look green and the mansion's gate brown. However, at a certain point when his coloured imagination started melting into the grey, the gate swung open and the professor's car entered the enclosure.

"Damned!", Scott gave up his position and approached the window. Still annoyed by the interruption, he threw a gaze at the occupants. Even though the car rushed he managed to focus on the person on the front passenger's seat. It was one of his mutation skills: he was able to follow every motion, no matter how accelerated it would be. It was like watching it in slow motion, catching every single detail.

The woman on the passenger's seat hanged her head, so he couldn't see her face. Her slender hands were folded in her lap and her shoulders were trembling like she was crying. Scott's gaze followed the car until it disappeared into the underground garage. Only now he noticed that his heart was beating faster.

He rushed down the stairs and got to the entrance hall at the very moment when the professor and his guest entered the mansion. The professor nodded to him and made an unmistakeable gesture: Go away! His voice resounded in Scott's head: leave us alone please, she can't stand anymore people around her.

Before he obeyed, Scott took advantage of the one second when she raised her head, as if she were trying to feel his presence. He caught a glimpse of her beautiful face, the delicate skin and the silky hair which played around her cheeks – and the blindfold which totally covered her eyes. He gasped for breath – could it be? Another telepathic word of the professor chased him out of the hall.

At first, he headed back to his room, but when passing the professor's office, he slowed his pace. "It's ridiculous, he certainly knows where I am". But curiosity prevailed over obedience and Scott approached the door, listening. Surprisingly, there was nothing to hear. They must have chosen another place to discuss or whatever. Slightly disappointed he went back to his room.

Why are you here?

Completely lost in thought he almost bumped into Ororo who was on her way to the kitchen – it was time for breakfast.

"Hey boy, wake up!"

She gave him a friendly push.

"Are you sleepwalking or what?"

He smiled at her freshly and shook his head.

"I am just wondering who the girl might be the professor brought along this morning."

"Girl?" Ororo frowned. "I don't know anything about a girl. Let's go have some breakfast before I listen to your crazy dreams, boy."

And she ditched him and walked to the kitchen.

Scott just took a croissant with butter and a cup of coffee.

"Actually, there must be something wrong with you", Ororo teased him, "usually you are eating half of the fridge."

Scott opened his mouth to throw a bold answer at her, but at this moment the professor entered the kitchen. Both looked at him and immediately realized that he was worried.

"Good morning", the professor moved his wheelchair to the table.

Ororo and Scott returned the "Good morning" and waited silently for the news.

"Her name is Jean. Jean Grey. She is a telepath and also has some skills in telekinesis. However, at the moment she is not able to control her powers, especially the telepathy. That is the reason why she has been isolated for quite a while. She cannot prevent people's thoughts from entering her mind, that is to say she suffers all the time from sharing them. She cannot stop it, it drives her crazy. Looking into anyone's eyes makes it even worse."

"That is why she is blindfolded, isn't it?" Scott tried to hide his nervousness.

"Exactly". The professor nodded. "It would be the best for her to stay isolated until I have found a way to block her telepathic skills for a while."

Suddenly, he changed the topic of conversation and engaged Ororo in a debate about the furnishing for the new student's rooms in the mansion. Scott remained silent, reflecting on the professor's words. And he already knew: he would not stay away from her.

In the afternoon, Scott went outside to polish his motorbike. The sun was shining and it was a perfect day for a ride through the woods. While entering the garage he saw her from the corner of his eye, sitting on the steps which separated the patio from the lawn. Obviously, she enjoyed the sunbeams on her face, because she had turned it towards the sky. She wore a tight sweater and a loose skirt whose folds played with her legs. She stretched them with pleasure, leaning back, showing him her well-formed body.

Scott dropped the cloth and came up to her.

When she realized that someone was approaching she jerked and jumped up.

"Don't..."

She reached out her hand as if she wanted to push him away. Suddenly he felt a barrier in front of him which kept him from coming closer. It seemed as if his feet couldn't move any further. He looked at her, her face was turned away and she was shivering.

"I... I am sorry", he stuttered, and ran away.

Behind the curtains, the professor watched the scene and smiled at his hopelessly curious and naughty student. He will save her, he will.