So I started writing and ended up with this instead of my take on what is wrong with Noah, but I promise that is coming up! I have a game plan so you can expect more chapters even as the real scenes begin to show. Thanks again 3

The moment Luke stepped into the room all worries about Reid disappeared; all he could think about was Noah, desperate to see those beautiful eyes and hopefully find reorganization in them. His parents greeted Noah first; Lily leaning forward to kiss on the forehead the man she considered as a son, and Holden cupped his face with a hand, beaming and reminding Noah that he truly did have family. The two moved aside then, letting Luke finally approach the bed.

"Hey Noah," Luke said timidly, crouching before the bed and immediately taking Noah's hand in both of his own.

"Hey yourself," Noah replied weakly, his exhaustion apparent but he was still smiling nonetheless.

Luke laughed nervously, unsure what was the appropriate thing to say. "Dr. Oliver says it's good new," he finally said. Noah nearly choked when he tried to speak, his eyes watering again beneath his closed lids.

"Yeah, yeah it's really good news," he finally managed breathily. They were both crying at this point and were so overcome with emotion that words ultimately failed them. So they went to the next best thing; Luke leaned over Noah, carefully wrapping his arms around him. Noah returned the embrace whole heartedly, hugging Luke close.

Watching the two boys, Holden wrapped his arm around the shoulders of a crying Lily and pulled her close, a comfort she welcomed easily.

"I'm so happy for you, Noah," Luke cried into the brunette's shoulder. Noah said nothing, just holding Luke as tightly as possible.

Luke stayed with Noah most of the afternoon. Every now and then a nurse would come in and check the monitors and flash lights into his eyes again, but for the most part they were alone. Noah had so far obeyed Dr. Oliver's orders, keep his eyes shut except for when instructed otherwise by a nurse. Luke spoke happily of the new paint job the Snyder men had done at the farm, and told Noah that he would love how green everything was again.

"Right now the only thing I want to see is that smiling face of yours," Noah said happily, making Luke's breath catch in his throat.

"Dr. Oliver said…" Luke began unsurely, anxious for this moment but scared at the same time.

"Dr. Oliver isn't here, and besides, he said to keep them closed as much as possible, not that I couldn't open my eyes at all," he insisted.

Luke let out a happy sigh, knowing that Noah was right. Standing from his chair beside the bed, Luke came closer and sat down on the gurney beside Noah, still holding his hand tightly.

"It's dark, and they said your eyes are going to take some time to adjust, so I'm not sure what all you'll be able to see," Luke said.

"Anything's better than what I've seen the past couple of months," Noah joked. Luke squeezed his hand again.

Noah took a deep breath. Luke watched as Noah's eyes fluttered the way they did whenever the nurses first asked him to open them. They slowly opened, though he was squinting awkwardly. Luke rubbed his thumb along the back of Noah's hand reassuringly. Once they were fully opened, Luke watched without breathing. At first he saw no change in Noah's eyes from the absent gazes he'd been seeing since the accident, but after a few more blinks, Luke watched as Noah's eyes truly focused for the first time in months. At first they focused on nothing in particular but finally Noah tilted his head toward Luke, his still off-colored eyes landing knowingly on his face.

Luke felt himself nearly begin to cry again. "Well?" Luke asked in a shaky voice. Noah pursed his lips.

Noah felt like he was looking through water or thick glass. He could make out general shapes but the colors blurred together and there were no clear lines. He blinked again and slowly, so slowly, things began to clear up. It was still dark and he still felt like he was looking through goggles, but Luke's face was becoming clearer and clearer to him. Noah let out a raspy laugh, almost startled as he took in the face he had been denied the sight of for so long. Reaching up with the hand Luke wasn't holding, he cupped Luke's face, fingers tracing his cheek, his ear, his nose, his perfect mouth. It was still a bit of a blur, but with the addition of his memory, Noah felt like he was seeing Luke perfectly.

Luke brought one hand up to Noah's, kissing the inside of his palm.

"I can see you," Noah cried. "It's… still a bit blurry, but I can see you," he said again with more excitement, laughter in his voice. "God, I've missed that smile," he said, and Luke laughed as well this time, tears choking him but in that oh-so-good way that he didn't mind. Without really thinking Luke leaned forward and kissed Noah's forehead. Pulling back he let one hand fall to Noah's face, stroking his hair a little, while the other still held one of his hands.

"I'm so happy, Noah. I can't believe we're finally here, that you finally have your sight again," said Luke.

"Me either… it's so weird! It's like waking up from a dream, or a nightmare," said Noah. He took a deep breath, refusing to turn his newly repaired eyes away from Luke's beaming face. "I can't wait to see Lily and Holden, or Emma, or my film. Hell, I'm even excited to find out what Dr. Oliver looks like," he laughed a bit. Luke forced himself to laugh, too, his face falling a bit. "What's the look for?" Noah asked and Luke looked up, startled, forgetting that he could no longer be lax with his facial expressions around Noah.

Laughing awkwardly Luke just shook his head. "Nothing, it's nothing," he insisted, smiling again. He shook away his own knowledge of Dr. Oliver's face, trying not to picture him, not now.

Noah's eyes began to squint again and he sighed uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked.

"Oh, it's nothing. It just hurts to keep them open for too long," Noah explained, letting his eyes fall shut.

"Well then close them for a while. You'll have plenty of time to look at everything you want to later," Luke smiled, affectionately rubbing Noah's face with his thumb.

They sat in silence again, Luke running his fingers behind Noah's ears soothingly until he fell asleep again. Smiling down at him, grateful that he was getting some rest, Luke leaned down to kiss him. For a moment he considered kissing him on the mouth, but hesitated, pulling back and frowning down at his peaceful face. Sighing, Luke finally kissed him softly before quietly rising from the bed. He had every intention of moving back to his chair but as he looked up, he noticed Reid standing outside. His back was to the room, one hand crossed over his stomach and the other hand at his mouth. He looked like he was pacing, which worried Luke.

Luke came out into the hallway, startling Reid who turned to him with wide eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Luke asked, concerned.

Reid hesitated, not fully realizing what he just asked. "Oh, no, nothings wrong. So far his tests are coming back pretty positively," he said hurriedly.

"Then why are you pacing?" Luke asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His concern now seeming to be more for the doctor than the patient.

Again, Reid just stood there. He sighed, crossing his arms and letting his shoulders drop a little, looking around before finally look back at Luke.

"Nothing. I was just coming by, to check on him, but I saw he was sleeping, I didn't want to disturb…" he said, but trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. He groaned a little, obviously aggravated, and shifted his weight. Luke looked away, not needing to ask this time what the problem was.

"You saw me kiss him," Luke said matter-of-factly. Reid looked up, knowing he was caught. His lips were tightly together, turned downward at the corners.

"Don't worry about me, I'm not some love sick puppy. I get it, you still love Noah, and now that he's got his sight back, well now you two can go back to normal," he said, distracting himself as he spoke by reaching for the clipboard hanging on Noah's door and pretending to read through something on the last page. Luke stepped close to him, frowning.

"I thought we already established that you're not a good liar," Luke began. Reid looked up at him, still pursing his lips. "And I don't even know what normal is for me and Noah anymore," he sighed. "I don't know what he is going to want now, I don't even know what I want anymore."

Reid stared at him, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes. Luke stared back sadly, wishing he had something better to tell him.

"I love Noah. That isn't going to change. But…" he went on, reaching out and brushing his hand against Reid's, "you see, there's a problem. There's this other guy that I just can't seem to get out of my head." Luke smiled a little, trying to be encouraging. Reid glanced down at their hands, his fingers responding to Luke's touch. They locked loosely for a moment, and both men looked up at each other.

"Dr. Oliver, any news?" came a sudden voice, causing them both to jump apart a little. Bob Hughes was casually strolling toward them and appeared to have not noticed anything. Flustered, Reid cleared his throat, glanced at Luke, then back at Bob.

"No, I haven't had a chance to examine him myself again, he's been passed out for a while, figured I'd let him sleep. From what I hear, though, his eyes are responding normally, it looks good so far," he explained, hoping Bob didn't notice the tension in his voice.

"Alright, well that's good to hear. I'm headed out now but I'll have my phone with me all evening. Call me if anything changes," said Bob. Reid nodded.

Once Bob had left, leaving Reid and Luke standing alone, they exchanged a knowing grin, laughing quietly together and standing closer than they knew they probably should.