Scott ran around the house searching for her, he'd stop to listen now and again, moving methodically through the rooms until he finally heard her crying. Opening the door gently and stepping inside he whispered to her, "Ciara?"

A big gulp of air could be heard from under the bed. She tried to silence her crying but the noises still seemed to escape her hand covered lips.

Scott knelt down and peeked under the bed, holding his glasses in place so they wouldn't fall at the awkward angle. "hi" he greeted, "you don't need to hide under there y'know"

"But I have to! I keep breaking things.." She sobbed.

Scott got down on all fours and crawled under the bed with her, "Yeah, I know, but it's not always gonna be like that" he told her, "y'know why I wear there funny glasses? Cuz if I don't, I break stuff around me to. Everything I see gets destroyed, at least that's how it was before the professor found me. He found out that there's this ruby quarts stuff that stops the laser in my eyes from going anywhere. Now I get to see everything whole, now I don't hurt anybody." this was probably the longest he'd spoken at once without stammering through something or another, his tone was calm and encouraging, "stick around, take it one step at a time, work with the professor and his friends and they'll do the same for you. And when you're finally safe, they take you out for ice cream, where all the other people in the world get ice cream, and you get to stand with everybody else and be just like them anytime you want."

Ciara looked in awe at Scott. His words where beyond moving. After a few mins for silence, Ciara wiggled over to him, wrapping him in the blanket too. "Promise, Scottie?"

He nodded firmly, "I'll go with you myself" he vowed

The two of them went downstairs, where the adults were just getting to the end of the mess made during dinner.

"Hankie?" She called, holding tightly to Scott's hand and arm in the doorway. "You can do your tests now." She was still nervous but with Scott there, she might be able to get through it.

Hank looked over, rather surprised, "Are you sure Ciara? You don't have to" he assured.
Scott gave Ciara's hand an encouraging squeeze.

She looked up at Scott and nodded. "Only if Scottie can come." She said as bravely as she could.

Hank smiled, "Of course he can. Come on, I'll show you where my lab is being set up" he offered, showing them the way.

It took Ciara a few mins in the doorway to the lab to actually enter it. She was trembling like a leaf at the sight of it but Scott was able to cox her in.

"Have a seat" Hank offered, gesturing to the examination table.

Scott gave her hand another squeeze and urged her forward, "You want me to tell you another story?" he asked, "I read Huckleberry Finn last year, I remember how it goes"

Ciara nodded before Scott helped her up on the table. A story would be rather nice.

Scott pulled up a chair began telling Ciara the story of Huckleberry Finn while Hank got all set up. The scientist decided it best to keep things simple and get her more used to the room and himself before he would even consider doing anything more evasive. So for now he just checked her breathing and heart rate, documented her reflexes and checked in her ears and down her throat to make sure she was healthy. After Hank finished taking a swab of DNA from her cheek he offered her a lollipop, "That's it" the man proclaimed, "all done for now. Scott, why don't you take her back to the library and finish your story?"

Ciara blushed, taking the lollipop from Hank. "Thank you. You're not scary, BFG." She kissed his cheek after coxing him to come closer.

"Oh please," yawn, "Tell me the rest, Scottie."

Hank smiled and let the two head off. Scott brough Ciara back to the library and pulled out the Huckleberry Finn book before curling up on the couch with her. Finding the place he had left off he began to read the actual story from the book until they both fell asleep on the couch.

Ciara woke up screaming and even after being comforted still was very shaken up. The place in quite a mess from her powers going wild during this nightmares. For days, Ciara continued to have nightmares over and over again.

Ciara headed down the stairs, not being able to get to sleep as the red eyes haunted her dreams. She headed downstairs because she heard voices. She creeped toward Charles's office door.

Charles was there, looking as though he'd been waiting for her the whole time.

Ciara peeked her head inside the room and was rather surprised to see him waiting. She almost ducked her head out complete when she saw him.

"Charlie?"

"It's alright Ciara, come on in" Charles invited. He gestured to the seat on the other side of his desk, "sit down. Tell me what's on your mind"

Ciara pulled herself into the chair and sat for a few mins, trying to figure out how to word or say what she was thinking. "...I can't sleep Charlie. I'm tired but the red eyes won't let me... They scare me."

Charles leaned forward on his desk, looking at her thoughtfully, "You know I can do a lot of things with my ability Ciara" he told her, "I can change people's memories, alter that they see, make them forget things, lock away the shadows in their mind. I don't like having to go that extent but under certain circumstances, people have asked this of me"

Ciara got up and raced around the desk, pulling on his sleeve, "Make them go away Charlie! Please make them go away!" She begged. She had large bags under her eyes.

Charles looked down at her with sympathy and he pulled her up on his lap, "You won't remember anything" he told her, "and you be able to try to get it back. Not the red eyes, not your father... Nothing that happened before you came here."