Scott and Jean, veryvery late Saturday night

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Scott gets an email that elicits a very un-Scott-like outburst of glee loud enough to bring Jean into the room to see what the fuss is. It turns out that his Mysterious Source (hi, Pietro! *waves*) has finally provided him with the information necessary to mount a successful rescue.


"YES! Yes, yes, YES! I love you, short attention span and all!"

The sound of a discrete cough got Scott's attention, and he turned to see Jean leaning in the doorway to their bedroom, arms crossed in front of her. "Excuse me?"

Scott turned towards her, and the fierce, exultant grin on his face was like no expression Jean had seen there in weeks. "I know," he said, "exactly where Lorna and Forge are. I have blueprints."

Jean's eyes widened, and she breathed in sharply. "Seriously? Oh, God, Scott, that's fabulous. When do we go?"

Scott leaned back over his computer, hurriedly sending the files to the printer three stories below in the Situation Room. "Tomorrow if we can," he said hurriedly. "And I don't see why we can't. We've got all the information we need, and I know it's right..."

She almost asked how he knew, but that was a question for another day. Instead she asked, "Off to planning, then?"

He shut down the computer with two keystrokes and whirled back in the direction of the door. Halfway there, he stopped, then dashed over and kissed her. Not a token kiss, either. More of a toe-curling, 'time to kick some ass, but before that, let me demonstrate what sort of post-asskicking celebration we're going to be enjoying' sort of kiss.

Jean's brain quite thoroughly shut down as she melted in his arms. And people wondered why she was so completely head over heels for this man...

"I have to go wake up 'Ro and Al," Scott said as they came up for air. "Get some more sleep, okay? I'll get Charles to sound the general briefing in a few hours. Once we've got a game plan."

"Huh? Oh, yes. Sleep. Right." Jean kick-started her brain again. "Good luck with the planning."

Scott grinned at her and then dashed out the door.

Yeah, right, like she would be able to sleep now. Well, she could get some work done, and send a breakfast down to the team leaders. But first she needed a cold shower.