Scott and Alison, Wednesday

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Scott, upon his return from Alaska, finds Alison at work in the Situation Room. He has news.


"I can hardly believe it," was Scott's wry greeting as he walked into the Situation Room, smiling as Alison looked up at him. "I was gone for a whole ten days and nothing blew up? Oh, wait, I know... it's just waiting for me to get back and catch my breath. It's an accomodating boom."

Quirking an eyebrow at him, Alison reached over the files spread out on the desk to pick up an unlabelled can. Prying it open, she let the spring toy jump out and hit Scott directly in the chest. "Ask, and ye shall received," she intoned gravely, before grinning at him cheerfully. "One of Miles' Christmas presents. Welcome back, stranger!"

Scott laughed and sank down in the chair beside hers. "I can't believe I let Deborah and Phillip talk us into staying in Anchorage for that long," he said. "I mean, I know why they wanted to make sure that we had a few extra days." He hesitated, then raised his hand so that she could see it. His left hand. The one with the plain titanium ring on the appropriate finger.

"Well, you know what gmlrbl!" she gaped at him, eyes popping wide open before she scrambled out of her chair and pounced with a squeal of delight! "You stinker! I can't believe you two did that!" She felt no guilt at all about letting out another likely ear popping squeal of joy, since he more than deserved it and she'd have to hunt down Jean and do the same to her soon enough. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Please don't destroy my hearing. I'm half-blind, let's not add deaf to the list," Scott said with a helpless sort of amusement as he hugged her back. "And it was the most spontaneous thing I've done in... okay, ever, I think. At least in comparison to how un-spontaneous it should have been." As she drew back, he gave her a lopsided smile. "We just figured that if we didn't seize the day, there was no way we could plan another wedding and logically expect to be able to have it."

"Ha!" Alison managed not to destroy his hearing further, while trying not to bounce too much - Jean would do just fine as a recipient of that particular behaviour, after all. She hugged him once more, impulsively, then pulled back to look him over carefully. Finally she grinned broadly. "Married life suits you!"

"It feels... really right." His smile grew, but stayed soft. "Kind of anticlimactic, but in a good way? I wasn't nervous, at least not more than a little. It was like it was just recognizing what should have been recognized years ago, if you get what I mean. Like it was inevitable, and no one would have had it any other way."

Alison laughed softly and shook her head at him. "Oh just say it, Scott. Like it was Fate, right?" The whole thing was reminding her only too well of her own little bit of "Fate" that could happen any time now (or as soon as she gathered enough nerve to ask Haroun) but she shook it off, eyes dancing with delight and focusing entirely on Scott's good news. "Who else knows?"

"Charles, Jean's parents. Ororo, since it was her fault." His one eye danced with amusement. "If I'd known she was going to push us into being wild and reckless I wouldn't have invited her up to meet Deborah and Phillip until March break." He looked thoughtfully. "Jean emailed someone back here, but I haven't been tackled in the halls yet..."

"And you made sure there'd be no witnesses when you told me, you sneaky man," she added, laughing. "I'm not surprised at all that Ororo did that. Explains why she's been so smug looking lately too, that." Alison bounced a bit once more, then bit her lip. "Soooo. Who can I tell and when?" she asked quickly, knowing that it'd kill her if she had to keep this one to herself for too long.

"So long as you don't run up and down the halls shrieking it to the world, whoever and whenever you want," Scott said with another smile. "We're not hiding it." He waggled his hand again. "Just not... trumpeting it, I suppose." Although it had been something of a surprise to get back and find out that the person he'd been trying to consider in the lack of trumpeting wasn't here at the moment.

She grinned merrily and then took a step back, then another. "No running up and down the halls shrieking. Gotcha." And then another step. "But if there's no shrieking, can I run?" She really wanted to run. She had a few people to find.

"You can run," Scott said very graciously. "It's good cardiovascular exercise." His eye glimmered as he turned back to the files she'd been studying. "I'll just catch up on what you've been up to while I was gone."

"They're all yours," Alison said, graciously, before letting out a cheerful whoop and scrambling for the door merrily. "I'll be back in a bit! Don't hog them all to yourself, greedy gut!" she called out over her shoulder, out of sight in the next instant.