Scott and Jean, Friday night
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xp_logsTowards the end of their vacation, Scott and Jean's conversation turns to more serious subject.
The wine cellar, for all that it didn't have much of a view, was a nicely cosy sort of place to have dinner. The fireplace was particularly nice, Scott thought contently, appreciating the warmth. It was nippy at this time of the year up here in the mountains.
"How's the wine?" he asked Jean.
Jean's eyes sparkled as she said, "Full bodied with a unique hint of crispness, vaguely reminiscent of apples, I would say. It's good."
He hadn't tried his yet. Too busy appreciating his appetizer. Scott picked up his glass and sampled it. "Mm. Apples, definitely. They have really, really nice wine here." And they were very nice about delivering it to the rooms, too. Scott couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well for three nights in a row.
"Oh yes," Jean agreed. "On the whole, I think this vacation is a win. I haven't even started dreading what they may have done while we were away yet." Oh, and the fresh bread was fabulous.
"I'm going to believe that we're going to head back and everything is in order," he said firmly. "Everyone who was hurt is recovering, no one else has mangled themselves, and there are students skipping down the halls holding hands. Okay. Maybe not the last."
"That would be very alarming. I could, perhaps, imagine Jamie and Kitty doing that, but I would still be worried if they did." The waiter came by to deliver the main course then vanished again.
"So," Scott said quietly, smiling a little once they'd both tried their main courses. "You really are ready to go back?"
"I wouldn't say I'm jumping for joy at the idea," Jean said thoughtfully, "but yes. There are things which need to be done, and a lot of them need to be done by me. This morning I woke up and I was actually thinking about Tommy as well as Remy and Lorna and Haroun. I think that suggests some sort of equilibrium."
"And I should just get back in general," Scott said wryly. He had rather dumped things on Alison and Ororo. "I hope there was no... outing while we were gone."
Jean chewed thoughtfully for a second. "Actually, speaking of that. Assuming the medlab hasn't blown up again, I think I'll probably do the, well, whatever I have to do for full qualification when we get home. It will be one less thing to worry about." Perhaps it was strange that she worried more about not being allowed to go out and endanger her life along with the others in the line of duty...
Scott nodded slowly. "We can get that done fairly quickly, I think," he said. "It should have been done a couple of weeks ago." He sighed. "Along with a number of other things..." But he found that he could look at the prospect of Jean back in her leathers with more anticipation than worry.
"Well, the medlab did kind of blow up. A lot. We've both been busy." A couple of weeks ago, Jean wasn't sure she'd have been able to take the added stress of trying to figure out the logistics of getting back on the team. After all, it wasn't as though she'd had to pass a series of tests the first time she joined.
"I just still feel sometimes like there's no way to keep up with everything that needs to be done," Scott mused, taking another sip of his wine. "Even the things that should be priorities. Like there are just not enough hours in the day..."
"Which is part of the impulse behind the meal skipping." The look she gave him was knowing. "You work too hard, but you know that already. Although there are times when I think getting you to cut back is almost as impossible as putting another couple hours on the clock."
"You are really not one to talk," Scott pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "Although admittedly, I suppose we overwork in different ways, don't we? And yet somehow we still manage to fit a life together into the empty spaces..."
"Guilty as charged," Jean admitted. "And sometimes we even find a way to fit our lives together in the overfull spots, too. And create spare semi-free time for each other."
"Even if it's only because I'm making you eat. Or you're dragging me bodily away from my computer."
"That would be where the 'semi' bit of our semi-free time comes in, I think." She smiled at him. "We work well together, Scott. Our neuroses even match."
Scott just smiled at her for a long moment, then took another sip of his wine. "So we'll go back," he said, "and keep making it up as we go along, then?" Yet that was part of the... fun, he thought, his smile growing. For all that both of them applied plans and strategies and rigorous discipline to their work, they didn't do it with each other.
"It's worked so far," Jean said. "Why mess with a good thing?"
The wine cellar, for all that it didn't have much of a view, was a nicely cosy sort of place to have dinner. The fireplace was particularly nice, Scott thought contently, appreciating the warmth. It was nippy at this time of the year up here in the mountains.
"How's the wine?" he asked Jean.
Jean's eyes sparkled as she said, "Full bodied with a unique hint of crispness, vaguely reminiscent of apples, I would say. It's good."
He hadn't tried his yet. Too busy appreciating his appetizer. Scott picked up his glass and sampled it. "Mm. Apples, definitely. They have really, really nice wine here." And they were very nice about delivering it to the rooms, too. Scott couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well for three nights in a row.
"Oh yes," Jean agreed. "On the whole, I think this vacation is a win. I haven't even started dreading what they may have done while we were away yet." Oh, and the fresh bread was fabulous.
"I'm going to believe that we're going to head back and everything is in order," he said firmly. "Everyone who was hurt is recovering, no one else has mangled themselves, and there are students skipping down the halls holding hands. Okay. Maybe not the last."
"That would be very alarming. I could, perhaps, imagine Jamie and Kitty doing that, but I would still be worried if they did." The waiter came by to deliver the main course then vanished again.
"So," Scott said quietly, smiling a little once they'd both tried their main courses. "You really are ready to go back?"
"I wouldn't say I'm jumping for joy at the idea," Jean said thoughtfully, "but yes. There are things which need to be done, and a lot of them need to be done by me. This morning I woke up and I was actually thinking about Tommy as well as Remy and Lorna and Haroun. I think that suggests some sort of equilibrium."
"And I should just get back in general," Scott said wryly. He had rather dumped things on Alison and Ororo. "I hope there was no... outing while we were gone."
Jean chewed thoughtfully for a second. "Actually, speaking of that. Assuming the medlab hasn't blown up again, I think I'll probably do the, well, whatever I have to do for full qualification when we get home. It will be one less thing to worry about." Perhaps it was strange that she worried more about not being allowed to go out and endanger her life along with the others in the line of duty...
Scott nodded slowly. "We can get that done fairly quickly, I think," he said. "It should have been done a couple of weeks ago." He sighed. "Along with a number of other things..." But he found that he could look at the prospect of Jean back in her leathers with more anticipation than worry.
"Well, the medlab did kind of blow up. A lot. We've both been busy." A couple of weeks ago, Jean wasn't sure she'd have been able to take the added stress of trying to figure out the logistics of getting back on the team. After all, it wasn't as though she'd had to pass a series of tests the first time she joined.
"I just still feel sometimes like there's no way to keep up with everything that needs to be done," Scott mused, taking another sip of his wine. "Even the things that should be priorities. Like there are just not enough hours in the day..."
"Which is part of the impulse behind the meal skipping." The look she gave him was knowing. "You work too hard, but you know that already. Although there are times when I think getting you to cut back is almost as impossible as putting another couple hours on the clock."
"You are really not one to talk," Scott pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "Although admittedly, I suppose we overwork in different ways, don't we? And yet somehow we still manage to fit a life together into the empty spaces..."
"Guilty as charged," Jean admitted. "And sometimes we even find a way to fit our lives together in the overfull spots, too. And create spare semi-free time for each other."
"Even if it's only because I'm making you eat. Or you're dragging me bodily away from my computer."
"That would be where the 'semi' bit of our semi-free time comes in, I think." She smiled at him. "We work well together, Scott. Our neuroses even match."
Scott just smiled at her for a long moment, then took another sip of his wine. "So we'll go back," he said, "and keep making it up as we go along, then?" Yet that was part of the... fun, he thought, his smile growing. For all that both of them applied plans and strategies and rigorous discipline to their work, they didn't do it with each other.
"It's worked so far," Jean said. "Why mess with a good thing?"
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