GLEE! logs part 2: Jean and Hank/Alison/Nathan

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Her shift finished, Jean hunts down some more people who Must Know NOW.

Her shift finally over, Jean had calmed down, somewhat. The grin, of course, had not gone anywhere, and was unlikely to go anywhere for, oh, a week, at least, but she managed to keep her feet on the ground a good seventy percent of the time as she went searching for Hank. Searching the headblind way (so she could focus more on not projecting) was a pain, but this was Hank, there really were only so many place he would be. And given Billy was now part of the picture, his room was stop number one.

And, indeed, Jean heard the familiar rumble of Hank's voice coming from the baby's room as she poked her head in through the suite door. "Haaaank," she called out, the megawatt smile returning. "Oh, Haaaaank..."

"Oh, Jeeeaaann..." he returned teasingly, appearing in the doorway of the nursery, Billy tucked into one arm. "You look very happy. Did something happen?" He had his suspicions, actually, given that he remembered quite well when he'd seen her look like that last, but he wouldn't spoil it for her.

"Happy, I think, may be the understatement of the day, at least, but yes, you could say something happened..." She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, and the only thing keeping her from tossing herself at him for a hug was the fact that, really, squishing Billy would be a bad thing.

He grinned, and extended the untenanted arm. "Come here, you," he said, hugging her until she squeaked happily. "Is this good thing smaller than a breadbox?"

"It is!" she said with a giggle. "It is much smaller than a breadbox. But it comes in a box. One of those pretty black velvet ones..."

"I thought that beam looked familiar." Hank grinned. "Come on, say it, you know you want to...."

Arms wrapped around Hank, Jean grinned, then repeated what she'd been saying all day. "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Billy gave her a startled look - the Other-Red-One was making the strangest noise! - and Hank laughed and kissed her cheek. "I'm happy for you, my dear," he said fondly. "And, may I say, it's about time."

"You may say that." Jean grinned at Billy, winking. "You may indeed."



She was almost back off duty now - well off back-up duty - and wishing it hadn't been that short a work period. But at least she'd had the chance to do something and things had gone well. That was a good thing.

And now, since Scott was back and taking over again, Alison had decided that cleaning up the suite was a Good Thing To Do.

Jean was looking for Alison. By now she was mostly able to keep her feet on the floor, but it still took concentrated effort to not project pure glee to the school at large, so she had to search the headblind way, but that was ok. Everything was ok.

No, everything was glorious.

Jean tapped on the door to Al's room, grining to herself as the ring flashed on her finger.

Opening the door, one of Haroun's carry all bags in hand, Alison blinking. "Geez, aren't I the one who's supposed to be doing the glowing thing? I take it the trip went well? Don't tell me the TMI please it'll scar my fragile mind forever?"

"No TMI, I promise." Jean's eyes sparkled with mirth. "Just doing the appropriate, girly showing off thing."

Shifting the bag to her shoulder, Alison opened the door wider to let Jean in, still giving her slightly suspicious looks. "What? Ok, you're glowing. Oh dear god, don't tell me you're pregnant?" Alison tried not to look horrified, but really, the thought of two potentially telepathic and telekinetic babies around was just too much to handle.

"No, decidedly not. that would be one too many prodigy children even for this place. And I shudder to think what Scott and my children would be like, especially with Rachel already on the lose as a 'big sister'." The door closed, Jean added with a laugh, "No, am here for the step that comes between the baby and the sitting in a tree..."

"Huh?" Alison stared at her, then wrinkled her nose. "Jean, I really don't want to hear about K-I-S-S-I-N-G either. Please? That's under TMI too!" She paused, then shrugged a bit. "Though hey, if we're talking climbing trees, I guess that's okay..."

Jean laughed again - she was doing a lot of that today. It was probably the glee. "How about I stop being coy and just tell you to admire the ring like a good freind?" She offered her left hand to Alison for examination.

"Ring? Oh that's... eeeeeep!" Alison dropped the tote bag to the floor and gaped, in a rather faithful imitation of a landed fish. "Ring! On getting married finger! Ring!"

"Eeeeee," Jean echoed, completly unable to contain it any longer. "It is. It really is!"

Remembering that squealing in glee was the appropriate response, Alison did just so, belatedly flinging her arms around Jean to whirl her around and promising herself to do the same to Scott at least once before leaving. "Oh my god! Ring!"

Jean may or may not have gone "Wheeeeeeeeee!" when Alsion spun her about, but nobody would begrudge her if she had.



"You," Nathan said severely to his daughter, "are a very stinky little girl. Stinky, stinky, stinky." Rachel giggled and waved her arms at him as he finished, with a commendable amount of efficiency, the process of changing her diaper and getting her back into her cute little green... well, whatever you called it. It was a little overly ruffled, but she looked very adorable in it.

Jean was getting better about the floating thing, she really was. She was up to a multiple yards at a time before she would drift off the ground again, and was noticing when she did faster. Now she was mainly only walking on clouds in her mind, although she was trying very hard not to project too much. Note, that was trying. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, which were on the floor, thank you very much, Jean knocked on Nathan and Moira's door, too distracted to even be able to tell which one of them was in. But there was definitely someone in there, cause she could faintly pick up happy baby thoughts, and they were almost as happy as she was.

Nathan looked up at the knock, cocking an eyebrow and then smiling. #Come in, Jean,# he sent, then grinned down at his daughter. "That would be Aunt Jean, come to show off her ring. Probably to your mother, but since she's not here we need to do the appropriate oohing and ahhhing. Can you handle the ooohing?"

"Oooo!"

"I thought so."

Jean grinned, as her mind pointed out that it clearly must be Nate. Unless Moira had magically mastered telepathy and started to sound like Nate. Nope, had to be him. Oh, and he already knew, the cheater. Not that she could manage to be anything less than ecstatically happy about the fact that he knew. She didn't even think she could manage a pout. She giggled as she stepped inside, the grin possibly even widening. "You cheat," she told Nathan. "Isn't it pretty!" Oh, there was that exclamation point again. And she was so trying to not talk with punctuation.

Nathan picked up Rachel, and gave the ring a long and considering look. "Yes," he said, smiling. "It is indeed a very pretty ring. I like the obvious symbolism." Rachel chirped inquiringly in his arms, and he kissed the top of her head. "Oh, it's very simple, sweetheart. Uncle Scott just finally got his act together, that's all."

"Eeeee!" It sounded almost approving.

"Heee!" Jean echoed, losing her focus for a second and drifting off the ground again. "You're sooo mean, Nate. So mean!" She was giggling again...

"Ooo!" Rachel cooed appreciatively, watching Jean float. Nathan blinked, and then covered her eyes.

"Oh, no you don't... no getting ideas." He was grinning helplessly as he looked back up at Jean, though. "You look just ridiculously blissful."

"Blissful is an excellent word," she informed him. "I'd apologize for giving her bad habits, but I don't think I can manage to be sorry. Or to stop floating."

Nathan resettled Rachel in the crook of his arm, where she immediately settled down, yawning widely. "Let's go out and sit down," he said with a chuckle, inclining his head in the direction of the living room. "That might help with the whole staying groundbound thing."

"You'd be surprised." Especially since she'd woken up wrapped in Scott's arms, both of them inches above the bed. But she concentrated again as the stepped outside of the shielded nursery, pulling in as much of the projection as she could and willing herself onto the floor. She hoped a certain telepath would appreciate that she was at least making an effort not to rub it in her face. She didn't really believe she would be, but hope was easy to do given her mood.

I'm really happy for both of you," Nathan said, sitting down on the couch and smiling at his daughter as she yawned again and squeaked. "Not that I didn't figure this was coming at some point. I mean, you two were hardly fooling anyone..."

"Mainly ourselves, I think," Jean said, the 'I am ridiculously in love, ask me about it' look stealing back into her eyes as she settled into a chair. "Charles has been being smug about it ever since we got back."

"Are you too terribly surprised?" Nathan asked kindly, amused. "Given how important the two of you are to him, of course he's going to be over the moon in that highly dignified way he has."

"No, not surprised, per-say. Actually, not surprised at all. Scott actually thought he'd get to tell Charles, though. That was funny." She giggled again, not caring at all that she sounded like a school girl.

"I still think he hit his head in Budapest," Nathan said blithely, and Rachel emitted one of those highly disturbing baby giggles. "Of course, that might be a good thing, if it got him to stop messing around and ask you."

"Very very very good thing." Oh, look, she'd floated off the chair. Whoops.

Rachel giggled again. "Eeee! Eeee!"

She was definitely getting ideas. He could feel her focusing on what Jean was doing. "I feel like I should be telling you that you're a lucky woman and he'll never do anything but his best where you're concerned," Nathan said, eyeing the floating redhead. "But I imagine you already know that and I hate sounding redundant."

Jean could sense Rachel's attention as well, and it would be easier to distract her than to actually stop floating. Projecting a pattern in her mind that almost literally sparkled with the joy, she laughed at the little girl and her father. "So incredibly lucky." Behind the thought was an awareness of just how much she had lost, and how much she had regained, as well as a certainty that she would never lose him again. Because there just wasn't another option.

"I didn't realize it was possible to be gleeful and reflective at the same time, but you're certainly managing a very nice job of it," Nathan complimented her, mirth dancing in his gray eyes. He would, he thought privately, hate to be the person who even so much as thought of depriving Jean of her newly re-acquired fiance.

"Well, I'm getting a lot of practice at being gleeful and, since I've been being gleeful non-stop since he asked. I fully intend to go on being gleeful for, oh, at least a week."

"I think you're more than due," Nathan said warmly, and then blinked at Rachel. "Oh, no you don't," he said, severing the lines of force forming around her gently. "Good God, I have a genius child... did you see see?"

She nodded, eyes sparkling. "Alison's first guess as to what my news was was a horrified thought I might be pregnant. Given you and Rachel, I don't think I want to know what my children will be like. Especially not Scott's and mine."