Smallville. Set after "Whisper". Clark never regained his sight and has been pretending that he can see to keep his parents from worrying. He has developed at new ability.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, just the idea.
Having such a bland wardrobe had always been a source of frustration for the teenager, until now. Clark let out a heavy sigh. Knowing that the various shades of blue, red, and white would all match gave him a small measure of relief. At least he wouldn't look too ridiculous. He debated whether to worry with finding the recently purchased glasses.
The glasses did nothing to distinguish things. They were just a way to ease his parents' fears.
Everything was a huge blur. No shapes. No colors. Varying shades of black, white, and gray were all he saw. Like a kindergartner's first finger-painting with water colors, everything ran together. He could tell that the darker gray or black things were, the more solid the object. The lighter objects were less substantial things. Aside from these differences, he was completely blind.
"Clark! You're going to be late!" Martha Kent hollered from the kitchen. A sad smile crossed his handsome face. A smile that did not reach his sightless eyes. He could imagine the look of concern creasing her sun-kissed brow. He silently mourned that he would never see her auburn hair light up under the sun as they worked together in the garden. His heart cracked ever-so-slightly at the thought of never seeing her eyes twinkle and her cheeks flush when she looked at his dad.
"I'll be down in a minute, Mom."
He grabbed the glasses he'd placed on the nightstand. He could tell that the charcoal gray blob in his hand was his sunglasses. If asked, he would just say that the fluorescent light at school stung his eyes. In reality, the dark glasses would help disguise the fact that he wasn't focusing on his friends' faces or the books in front of him.
As he made his way downstairs, the screen door creaked. Before the visitor spoke, Clark could smell the young man's aftershave. It was a mix of citrus and spice. There was another scent, more earthy and woodsy, that was pure Pete.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Kent! Hey, Clark. You want to ride to school with me? The ground is super muddy and I figured you probably missed the bus..."
"Sure," Clark said as he stepped towards the fruit bowl on the counter. Fruit was a safe choice. Regardless of whether he grabbed a green or red apple, he wouldn't have to peel anything. He made his way towards the shorter gray blob that smelled like gardenias, kissed Martha's cheek, and said goodbye to his parents as he followed the short blob that was his best friend. This was going to be the Monday-est of all Mondays.