"A note for all future attacks on the X-Men. Check the weather first!" Lance Alvers complained, watching the heavy snow fall from inside the X Mansion.

"Oh, come on, it could be worse. If we had decided to walk back home when it started snowing, Toad might have gotten serious frostbite, instead of just freezer burn," Rogue said.

"True," Lance agreed grudgingly "But this whole situation is really awkward. The X-Men are just staring at us."

There was a commotion from the next room, and then Scott Summers walked in, followed by Jean.

"I'm fine! The doctor cleared me, I'm not contagious anymore. Just let me sit in here!"

"Scott, I just don't think it's a good idea to have you around the Brotherhood so soon after you've been sick," Jean said.

"True. The stress might cause him to have a relapse," Pietro said around whatever food was in his mouth.

"What are you eating?" Rogue asked, suspiciously. He'd been gone for a few minutes, and the last thing they needed was for him to eat the X-Men out of house and home in the middle of a blizzard.

Pietro swallowed. "Nothing."

Scott had sunk into an easy chair, and sighed as the heat from the large fire place began to warm him.

"You were sick? What'd you have?" Rogue said.

"I had the flu. It was awful! I had a terrible headache. I had all the lights turned off and my eyes taped shut," Scott answered.

"Your eyes taped shut? Why didn't you just wear a blindfold?" Pietro asked.

"Have you ever worn something tied tightly around your head when you have a migraine?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess that wouldn't be fun. But you're sure you're not catching anymore?"

"Why would you care?" Rogue said. "You got over the flu in two hours."

"Maybe I'm concerned about you, 'sugah'," Pietro smirked.

Rogue rolled her eyes.

There were a few minutes of awkward silence, which no one really tried to break.

"Hey, I bet I could take my glasses off," Scott said suddenly.

"Wouldn't you punch a hole in the wall if you did that?" Lance asked, confused.

"Usually, yeah. But since I haven't been in the sun for a few days, I've absorbed no solar energy, so my eye beams won't work; they have nothing to run on."

"Wait, so you haven't solar charged your eye batteries?" Pietro said.

"I guess you could put it like that…"

"Wow Pietro, you just wrote Scott Summers for dummies!" Lance said.

"I did it for you," Pietro replied.

"So are you gonna take your glasses off?" Rogue asked.

"If you want me to." Scott reached up and removed his glasses, opening his eyes cautiously. "See? No eye beams." He said, smiling at her.

Rogue could not look away. Scott had green eyes. That was unexpected. It was also unexpected how absolutely soulful they were. Rogue decided she had never seen real puppy dog eyes before. These were deep limpid pools of absolute cuteness. It was definitely a good thing he wore those glasses, cause if he didn't, he'd be fending off girls with a stick, herself included.

"What are you staring at?" Pietro interrupted her eye worship.

"Scott's eyes," Rogue breathed, still overwhelmed by their beautiful greenness.

"So what? We see them every-"

"No we don't." Lance said. "Summers, maybe you'd better put the glasses back on, before Kitty comes in."

"What? Why?" Scott said.

"Trust me. Rogue will never be the same again."

Scott shrugged, and slipped his glasses back on. "Ok. It's funny, when I took my glasses off in front of Emma once, she had kinda the same reaction."

"Lucky oblivious jerk," Pietro said under his breath.

Rogue sighed, still thinking about those puppy eyes