A/N: I'm on an Elton John kick, guys. Sorry!

Warnings: none, really (gasp!). No pairings. Set post-First Class.

Disclaimer: If I owned X-Men, they wouldn't have screwed the timeline up so badly. XD

Daniel, my brother,

You are older than me.

Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal?

Your eyes have died, but you see more than I.

Daniel, you're a star in the face of the sky.

'Daniel', Elton John.

The door to the tiny room swings open slowly, and the sightless boy sitting on the bed turns to face the noise. A familiar voice, the matron's, says, "Scott, you have some visitors."

Scott has never had visitors before.

"I'll leave you two with him, then," the matron says.

"Thank you," an accented voice replies. Scott isn't quite sure, but he labels the accent as British. It's a charming voice, quite elegant – Scott pictures the man as tall and dashing, a proper image to fit the tone.

The door closes, and the voice begins to talk to him. He asks questions, questions about Scott and Scott's eyes, and he tells the blind boy things – things about strange people, people just like him, people called mutants.

Scott doesn't believe a word of it.

The man, who says he is named Professor Charles Xavier, laughs lightly. "You truly are a Summers. Very resentful towards authority, the lot of you."

Someone clears their throat and mutters, "Charles –,"

Scott jumps. He hadn't even realized there was someone else in the room. But the matron had said visitors – Scott mentally smacks himself for being so stupid. He's used to relying on his hearing, though, and this person hasn't said one word the entire time. He wishes they would say something else, so that he could work up a good mental image of them.

Suddenly, unbidden, a picture floats into his mind. There is a man in a suit, seated in a fancy wheelchair and smiling, with twinkling blue eyes. Behind him is a tall, muscular blond teenager with gray eyes.

Scott gasps. "What –?"

"I wasn't lying when I said I was a telepath," Charles Xavier replies as the picture is withdrawn from Scott's head. "I believe an introduction is in order. Scott, this is my good friend, Alexander Summers."

Underneath the blindfold that prevents him from killing everyone around him, Scott's eyes widen.

The other man, Alexander (Alex, Scott suddenly thinks, Alex), clears his throat again and says, "Look, I know you don't remember me, because I don't really remember you, but, uh, I'm your brother."

"I remember you," Scott says, astonished. "Alex. You don't remember me?"

Alex sounds mildly uncomfortable. "I remember you used to be cross-eyed. That's it."

Scott's laugh sounds just a tad hysterical. "Cross-eyed is a funny way of putting it!" He thinks of the red energy that spills from his eyes uncontrollably, and his heart thumps fearfully. I'm dangerous, he thinks. I kill people without meaning to.

The Professor's voice is soothing. "It's alright, Scott. We can help you. Alex couldn't control his powers, either, could you, Alex?"

"No," Scott's blond brother says. "I couldn't. He's telling the truth, Scott, he can help you. The professor can help anyone." There is such strong loyalty in Alex's voice that Scott has to believe him, because Scott really needs to believe something right now. If he doesn't, he's afraid he'll go his whole life as a blind freak, unable to see anything for fear of killing someone or destroying something.

Professor Xavier speaks again. "We will help you, Scott." There is so much conviction in that voice – so much intelligence, so much kindness. "You'll see with your own eyes again."

I'll see with my own eyes. I'll see my brother. "You promise?"

"I promise," vows Charles Xavier, the guardian angel Scott hadn't believed existed.

The blind boy smiles then, and believes him – he believes his savior and his brother, and he knows that he will never be alone in the darkness again.

A/N: I had to bring Scott in, I just had to. XD And yes, I know Scott's obviously too young for this drabble to actually work, but he's supposed to be Alex's older brother, so I just chose not to mention any ages. Thanks for reading, reviews appreciated!