xp_logs | Scott and Lorna, backdated to Thursday

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Backdated to Thursday. Scott goes to check on Lorna the day after the mission, given how it all ended. Both of them are struggling - Scott with having given the order to abandon the mutant in the building, Lorna for obeying it, but both of them are managing semi-successful facades.

Scott knocked gently on the door of Lorna's suite, grimacing a little. He ought to let her rest, he supposed, but he was going to feel like he was... not doing something he should be doing, if he just left things. Their missions weren't supposed to end like that.

Lorna opened the door by hand, a measure of how she'd over wrung her powers the day before and leaned against it. "Hell...oh. Hi, Scott." It was dark in her suite, the shades drawn tightly against any light. She was hoping it would help with the headache.

"I just... wanted to check to make sure you were all right," he said quietly, pausing for a moment before he stepped in, closing the door against the light from the hall and steering Lorna back in the direction of the couch. "I won't stay long."

She shrugged and tucked herself back on the couch again. "I'm all right. Amelia says I'll live. She also says that I'm not allowed to associate with Nathan anymore if I'm going to pick up his bad habits." Lorna made a face. "I'll probably be ready to go back to regular training in a day or two. Whenever the green fades."

"Whatever did we do for all this time without Amelia to tell us where we all go wrong," Scott muttered, sitting down on the edge of the chair. "But there's no rush, Lorna." Well, of course there was a rush. Nathan was out for at least a week, probably two, Logan for who knew how long... "I don't want you back until the green and the tiredness has faded."

"And we'll just hope that no one does anything evil until then? I can count, Scott. I'll be back as soon as I'm capable of it." Lorna leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes as her head pounded. "I'd like to request that we do more missions in places that don't fall down. Wide open fields would be good. Plains. Nothing heavy."

"Hopefully the next evil mutant will invade Saskachewan, then." He wasn't making a joke. Was he? Apparently he was trying. Wonderful.

"Do they even have crime and evil in Canada? Or is it just like 'whoops, a rogue moose'?" She would have smiled but that hurt too.

"I think I'd be worried about rogue moose. They're rather large." Scott hesitated for a moment. "You're in no shape to write your mission report just yet," he went on, his voice low but edgy. "So I don't know how you feel about how... things ended, last night."

Lorna opened her eyes. "How bad are you beating yourself up over that call right now?" she asked instead of answering.

"I'm... I don't know," Scott finally said, sounding uncertain. "I haven't thought it through like I should have, yet." Not entirely true. But this wasn't about him.

"And you've haven't been dealing with a severe power backlash. I did what I had to do, Scott. You made the call but if you hadn't I'd have had to have done the same thing. Trying to hold it would have just killed me too." She didn't know if she really believed it. But given all the crap that Scott had been through recently, she didn't care if it was a lie. She didn't blame him in any case.

"I tell myself that we didn't even know where... he was," Scott said after a long moment. "A rescue would have been nearly impossible, even if we had. But when the building was already collapsing and you had no idea where to look..." He shook his head a little. Stupid of him. He'd only made the call. Lorna had been the one who'd had to leave the mutant behind. Snap out of it, idiot. "I just wish there'd been some way to communicate with him."

"If he didn't know that he was bringing the building down..." Lorna began then shrugged, "There was nothing we could do. If we'd had Kitty, maybe she could have him with her but with who we had there was nothing that we could do."

There must have been something. Once he had all the mission reports, he'd run the simulations. Find out what he'd missed. Scott didn't say any of that to Lorna, just nodded and rose slowly. "I should let you rest," he said, and made a mental note to ask Charles to invite her to tea, once she was feeling better. Just to make sure. Cover all my bases... "Is there anything you need?"

He was giving her the 'you so need therapy' look. She hated that look so she just closed her eyes again and shook her head ever so slightly. "The evil woman downstairs told me to drink lots of water and get lots of rest and not even think about using my powers. So that's what I'm doing."

"Sounds like the best imaginable plan to me." Scott heaved himself upwards, back to his feet. It took more of an effort than it should have. "Let me know," he said a bit dizzily. "If you change your mind. I'll be around." And he liked looking after people. Made him feel like less of a bastard for getting them into these messes in the first place.

It was a good plan. So long as she continued to manage not to think about the mission, it was a very good plan. She sighed, "Thanks, Scott. I will if I do. You're first on the speed dial."