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Wanda goes looking for Scott to check up on how he's been doing and to deliver gifts. There are always gifts. They chat and bicker as they welcome each other home.



It was a great relief not to find Scott in his office and Wanda quickly had turned around to head up to his and Jean's suite. She hadn't seen him since...well, the riot and she wanted to see him now. Besides, she had gifts to give.

Knocking on the slightly open door, she peeked in. "Scott? Your wayward European has returned, can I come in?"

Scott, lying on the couch, smiled at the sound of Wanda's voice. "Only if I don't have to get up. I like the couch." As Wanda came in, he did sit up, however, smoothing down his hair. "You look better than you did," he observed, one brown eye examining her closely.

"And you look worse," she said bluntly and then smiled as she came in. "But better than I had feared. And yes, you can stay on your couch and I will come to you. Because I bear gifts! How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad," Scott said, after giving the question due consideration. "Sore, still, and the eyestrain is really getting to me. Migraines anytime I do too much reading."

Sitting down, Wanda suddenly did a double take and nearly missed the edge of the couch. "...no visor?" she asked quietly.

Scott's expression was very patient. "No visor. Or glasses."

Her face lit up and she beamed at him. "Oh, that's wonderful, Scott. Not in the way that it came about but I am assuming that it means control and not loss." At his nod, she looked relieved and happy for him as she handed over some packages. "Then I think you'll appreciate the gifts I brought even more."

"Gifts? I never turn down gifts," Scott said, taking the larger of the two packages first and unwrapping it. The colors of the blanket inside made him stop and stare. "Let me guess," he said, unable to quite tear his attention away from it to look at her. Getting close to a month, now,and colors could still mesmerize him. "Something you picked up in the bazaar in Tunis?"

She smiled a little bit. "All of them are. I think I singly handly managed to put a little bit of money into most of the stalls there. And I had help." Wanda's eyes danced at the memory of the numerous shopping trips.

"The pattern's beautiful. Matches the bedroom, I notice," Scott said, and finally looked up. "You have no idea what a kick Jean got out of me finally appreciating her taste at interior design."

Her laughter was more relaxed than it had been as she leaned back and stretched out. "Oh, I can imagine. And just think, she can drag you with her on shopping trips now. Which reminds me, she and I have a shopping date sometime soon."

Scott gave her an approving look. "She needs to get out some more," he said, setting the blanket aside gently, with one last lingering look. "She's been spending entirely too much time fussing over and about me. It's been hard for her and I haven't been able to help as much as I should have."

Wanda sighed and nudged him in the leg with her toes. "Do you really think she would have been happier anywhere else?" she asked. "Taking care of you was at least doing something, yes? And it meant that you could keep an eye on her as well if I am not mistaken."

"I wouldn't have handled it, in the hospital, if she hadn't been right there the whole time," Scott said candidly. "This..." He gestured at his uncovered eye, "was terrifying."

"I am sorry," she said, earnestly. "And I am sorry I took off like that. I did have some awful timing and I should have been here."

"Hey, you needed the vacation. There's no need to apologize... I'm just glad that you look so much more rested than you did." Scott reached for the other package, his smile coming back. "But I'm glad you're back, too. I missed you."

Some of the last bits of worry faded from her muscles, she had been worried about how her untimely vacation would have been received. "I missed you too. I missed this place more than I thought I would. Even if Theo did attempt to give me some very good reasons to stay. LIke having my very own large personal servant. It was tempting, mind you."

"I have to admit, I was surprised when you told me where you were going for your vacation, but maybe I shouldn't have been." Scott carefully unwrapped the second package. "Funny, the way things turn out. What Bridge and his people are doing now... if that had to be the last time I flew the Blackbird, at least I ended my flying career on a high note."

She made a noise at him. "Stop thinking like that, Scott. Unless you have discussed this subject with Marie-Ange, you do not know if you will be able to or not. And if I find out you've got to her to ask I will toss you into a lake, injured or no. Give yourself time to heal."

Scott sighed. "Wanda, I have no depth perception. I won't be piloting the Blackbird anymore. I don't need a precog to tell me that." He got the last layer of paper off the gift, and stared down at the small painting. "Tunis from the air?" he guessed with a smile. "It's pretty..."

"I thought you might like it." She nudged him with her toes again. "Must I be Captain Cup Is Half Full?"

"And remind me that I still have one eye?" It really was a joke. He'd been making one-eyed man jokes for the last few days. Jean had been very good about not hitting him for them.

"At least it is not in the middle of your forehead," Wanda replied serenely.

"This is true," Scott said, setting the painting on top of the blanket. "Polyphemus I am not. Even if that was part of Angie's vision before the riot."

She shuddered a little bit at that. "I am suddenly greatful her visions are not as true to form as that."

"Doug figured it out, you know," he said, a bit flippantly. He had managed to read some of the reports. "At the monorail. Figured it out, turned around to yell at me... and I got hit."

"Self fulfilling prophecy," Wanda murmured and sighed. "Which is really not all that unusual. Angie see's so many different variants sometimes."

"I wouldn't have that particular mutation if you paid me," Scott said, relaxing back against the couch. "Far too stressful."

"I would be insane," Wanda said, cheerfully. "Well, more than I am now anyway."

"And you wouldn't want to be more insane, because right now your craziness is just endearing," Scott quipped.

"Oh, just be glad you are injured because that would have earned a poke in the ribs. My craziness is more than endearing, it's delightful, thank you very much."

"Delightfully something," Scott countered, then sank a little further into the couch. His head was hurting again. Well, his head never didn't hurt, these days, but the throb was getting more insistent. "It's been so strange," he murmured. "Having all this time that's not filled by things..."

"Delightfully adorable," she responded, enjoying the bantering. She so missed her brother and it was nice to have someone she could have that type of relationship with. Between Nathan and Scott, she was set, really, for brothers to mess with. One older, one younger. Reaching over, she grabbed the pills and water on the table, obviously set out for Scott. "You mean time off?"

"Well, time off's a voluntary thing. This isn't quite voluntary, is it?" Scott took the water and the pills with a grateful nod. "And hey, stick around. I might start hallucinating again. That was entertaining, except for the property damage." He cast a very slightly sheepish look in the direction of the partially-repaired hole in the wall.

She gazed over at it and laughed, clapping her hands. "Wonderful, Scott, you have the perfect place for the picture I bought you!" She sounded incredibly delighted and more than a little tongue in cheek. "Careful, I did not bring anymore pictures with me."

Scott rolled his eye at her. "Tease," he accused cheerfully.

"That is Miss Delightfully adorable tease to you."