Chest Of Clues And Memories

Out-Of-Place

A/N This story is inspired by another fanfic called Only Son by TfpWolfGirl in AO3. That story is SUPER AMAZING and TOTALLY worth reading! It was so good that I keep rereading it, and no matter how many times I read it, it always makes my day better!

Hope you enjoy!

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A 2-year old Ezra looked up at his mother with curiosity, his reddish-brown eyes wide and innocent as she held out a pair sapphire blue contact lenses in her hands.

"Here you go, my dear," Mira took one out with her finger. "This will only hurt a bit, but don't worry. I'll be right here,"

"And so will I," Ezra's father Ephraim held him gently but firmly to keep him still. "I'll be right here for you too, Ezra,"

Poor Ezra had no idea what his parents meant until his mother placed the lenses on him. He began to cry, the plastic stinging his eyeballs the moment they were placed on. He felt himself being wrapped in an embrace and looked up to see both of his parents hugging him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Mira ran her fingers down her son's cheeks, wiping the tears staining the soft skin. "but these will help you in the future. I promise,"

"You must NEVER take them off, no matter the cause," Ephraim sternly spoke. "It might put you in danger, understood?"

Ezra did not, but for the sake of his parents, he nodded and began to yawn, tired after his little fit. Mira smiled and carried him gently to his crib, placing him down gently on the mattress before placing the blanket on him.

"Goodnight, dear," she whispered.

Ezra watched her leave with droopy eyes then he slowly closed them. The moment he did, however, the lenses began to sting again, which caused to cry out loud because of the pain.

Immediately, Mira ran back and cradled her crying child.

"Oh, Ezra, what's the matter?"

"Owie," Ezra pointed to his tearful eyes.

"Do the lenses hurt?" Mira asked, and the boy nodded, making her sigh. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ezra, but we can't take it off. I promise that, sooner or later, you'll be used to your lenses. Besides, you look beautiful with your new sapphire eyes,"

"Huh?" Ezra tilted his head, confused.

Mira smiled and held him in front of a mirror. Ezra's eyes widened as he saw his sapphire lenses sparkling in the darkness.

"See? It's beautiful,"

Ezra frowned, disagreeing before he began to fuss. "Owie! Owie!"

"Oh, Ezra," Mira let out a sigh and held him up to face. "You NEED those lenses, so you'll be out of danger. Just... bare with them, please,"

"Mira? What's going on?" Ephraim soon entered the room, holding a sealed holo-letter in his hand.

"It's Ezra," Mira replied, frustrated. "He says that the lenses hurt,"

"It should hurt. They are contact lenses, after all," Ephraim shook his head and crossed his arms. "He just isn't used to them. When he is, that's when he'll start to appreciate them. Besides, we have holo-mail from THEM,"

"Oh, alright," Mira set Ezra back down on his crib. "Get some rest, Ezra. We'll be back to check on you soon,"

With that, they left the room. Ezra began to cry again, bawling his eyes out as he waved his arms and legs around. An hour passed, and he was still crying, the stinging pain of the lenses worsening as he teared, but it was so unbearable that he couldn't stop. The second hour passed, and another, but neither of his parents came back to check on him, leaving him to cry the pain out until fell asleep.