Scott and Jean

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Backdated to the day after Haroun's final surgery. Finally given a chance to relax, Jean seriously contemplates fleeing the school, and Scott keeps her company and diverts her escape plans. Besides, she's too tired to get very far.



Jean lay on her back, hands behind her head, staring up at the ceiling, a little smile on her face. "This? This is wonderful," she said. "This is me, not having to go do anything. Definitely up there on the list of best feelings in the world."

"I wish I could promise you an extended period of time where this was the case," Scott said wryly as he set the cup of tea on her bedside table, where she could reach it without having to do more than stretch out a hand. "But I know better than to tempt fate."

"Not tempting fate is a good thing, yes. I'm tired of being fate's target practice." She considered the tea, contemplating sitting up to drink it. Well, let it cool a little first. "I think perhaps I shall stay here until I am no longer possessed of the desire to flee the school. This may be... hours. Days possibly."

"I can supply food at regular intervals," Scott said lightly. "To facilitate the necessary hibernation and all." He went over to the armchair beside the window and lowered himself into it, as she was very definitely sprawled across most of the bed.

"So you have no objection to me just hiding out in our bed for a while? That's good. I like our bed. Haven't gotten to see nearly enough of it. Or you. I like you, too." She was babbling a little bit, but it didn't matter. She didn't have to be able to think coherently for, well, at least the afternoon.

"I like you too, surprisingly enough," Scott said good-humoredly, putting his feet up on the little table Jean had picked out of a catalogue when they'd refurnished the new suite. "And our bed is yours for as long as you want it. Although, you know, hoping you won't make me sleep on the couch..."

"Oh no," she said quickly, flashing him a grin. "You are welcome to the bed, you are even expected in the bed. Sooner or later."

"I'm at your disposal. Seriously. Dispose of me as you choose."

Jean laughed, turning to look at him. "But I don't want to dispose of you. I like you. We've covered that."

"It doesn't necessarily have to be permanent," Scott said, rather enjoying the light banter. They hadn't had much opportunity just to be in each other's company, these last few weeks. "I'm sure you could be creative..."

"I am occasionally creative. I think, if I were to dispose of you, I'd probably do it pieces. You know, start with your shirt, socks and so on. Although, it's possible I would get distracted before I got around to disposing of all of you..."

"Save a few parts for personal use, hmm?"

"I am fond of some of your parts, it's true. And you are useful. Also, decorative." Jean grinned brightly, clearly amused.

The loopy smile was possibly too adorable. "Once you're done hibernating, how about I be more decorative than usual and take you out someplace nice for dinner?" He was... a little uneasy, after the events of the week, but there'd been nothing to suggest that obsessive staying-around-the-mansion was strictly necessary. And he'd have his com on him, of course.

"Ooooh, away from the school?" Her eyes lit up. "Actually away? Not just, not just on the lawn or something?" And this was why she was planning on hiding in the room until the idea of running off and not coming back stopped being quite so tempting.

"Once I can trust you not to make a break for it, yeah," Scott teased.

"We could run off together," Jean suggested. "I've heard Fiji is nice... I'm sure I could distract you from worrying about whatever you're worrying about for a week, easily."

"No, no," Scott said, lightly chiding. "You can not worry about what it is I'm worrying about, because there's not really much to be done about it right now anyway, so worrying is pointless and shared worry, more so..."

"I'm not offering to join the worrying. Well, not now." When she was feeling less fried that would probably change, though, and she was honest enough to admit that her desire to run away from everything wasn't going to last. "I'm offering to take you away from it and blow you mind, possible with lots of sex at a beach side resort, until you're not worried about it, either."

Scott blinked at her for a moment. "Uh-huh," he said, shifting a bit in the chair. "Tempting as that is..." He smiled a little sadly. "Save it for when we actually can get away?"

"You could hide in here with me," she offered. "It's not a beach side resort, but I could still distract you quite successfully, I'm sure. Actually," she added, eyes narrowing consideringly, "I think I was promised hiding out, at least half a dozen times this month."

"You were," Scott said quietly, getting up and coming over to sit on the edge of the bed. "And really, there's not anywhere I have to be just now. So the plan's not a total loss."

Sitting up at last, Jean tugged Scott closer to wrap her arms around him. "I'm glad to hear that. I liked that plan, it was a good plan."

Scott sighed and wrapped his arms around her in return, holding her tightly. "Love you," he murmured. "Proud of you, and I only wish I could steal you away to somewhere sunny for a while. You more than deserve it."

Smiling, Jean leaned her head on his shoulder, burrowing into his embrace. "Love you, too."

"You should nap or something," he said a bit more firmly. "You're tired, still. I can tell."

"Yeah, but I don't want to let go."

He laughed quietly. "You don't have to. Shift over a little," he suggested.

"Mmm, kay." Rearranging themselves on the bed, Jean curled against him, deciding his shoulder was far better than the pillow just now.

It was taking a considerable amount of effort to keep his worry at a low enough ebb that it wouldn't travel up the link, but he seemed to be doing a fairly good job at it. "We could pretend we're someplace sunny and warm," he murmured.

Jean was also very firmly ignoring what worry did come across, as she just didn't have the energy to care. "Or we could run away and actually be someplace sunny and warm," she suggested again, knowing it wasn't going to happen but really wishing it would.

"Wishful thinking, love... soon as we can, though." He'd have to come up with sneaky ways to spoil her a little in the interim. Okay, a lot. He was creative, too.

"Soon is good." Jean could feel herself starting to drift off, but a thought occurred to her and she added, "Actually, speaking of soon and running off, where do you want to go for a honeymoon?"

"Bora Bora," Scott said whimsically. "One of those little hut-things out on the water..."

She arched an eyebrow at him. "Kay, but then you get to distract me from worrying..."

Scott blinked, then grinned ruefully. "Right. I'd say the Greek islands, but... you don't want me brooding reminiscently. Hrm."

"Italy?" Jean suggested. "Less broodful. Or, ooooh, we could go to Australia. There are beaches, and it'll be late spring."

"Or we could go the other way entirely. Switzerland or something. Up in the mountains." He grinned suddenly. "I was always rather fun of your ski bunny routine."

Jean chuckled at that. "Mmmm, I could see that. Roaring fireplaces and keeping each other warm..."

"Hot chocolate. And watching the snow fall..." He smiled. "I like the mountains," he said more softly. "We could pick somewhere a little more remote. Not overly popular."

"Remote is good. Tourist attractions are definitely to be avoided. We could probably get a cabin somewhere nice and not too crowded."

"But then there's the whole cooking issue," Scott pointed out whimsically. "And do we really want to be trusting to our erratic cooking skills on our honeymoon?"

"That's a very good point," Jean admitted. "Um, somewhere nice and not too crowded that has delivery?"

Scott grinned, turning his head to kiss the top of hers. "I was thinking somewhere with decent cuisine. There's got to be a happy medium out there somewhere..."

Pouting very slightly, Jean turned to get a proper kiss, then said, "I'm sure we'll find someplace perfect. Although anywhere that has you, me and is not-here sounds like bliss to me just now."

"Here is still pretty good, I think, no?" Scott said, sneaking another kiss while her lips were right there.

"Mmm, well, yes, right here does have certain things to recommend it. I mean, two out of three, that's sixty six percent of bliss."