Jean, Jennie and Scott - Thursday afternoon

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Jennie's having female trouble, so she goes to see one of the redheaded female doctors. Who is currently a man. The situation is made worse when the Doctor's female husband shows up.



Hands pressed to her lower back, Jennie waddled into the infirmary portion of the medlab. Normally she didn't have problems this bad, but every once in a while midol would just not work. She dreaded running into Herr Voght, seeing as how the Russian woman probably punched herself in the kidneys to deal with cramps.

"Dr. Grey?" Jennie called. "Oh, please be in."

"Back here, Jennie," Jean called out from the medications cupboard where she was doing inventory. She set the clipboard on the shelf she was at, marking her place, then stepped out into the main room. "What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Uh-" Jennie couldn't help it, she openly stared. Why is there a man answering for Dr---oh yeah. Wacky genderswapping. "It's, ah--" Suddenly it was much harder to ask for what she really needed. Dr. Grey was kinda...hot. "I um, have a pain. In the lower back. From a month-type...thing?"

"Ahh." Jean paused, not a hundred percent sure what the appropriate response was, or if there was an appropriate response in the 'your doctor who you've come to for female problems has suddenly turned into a guy' situation. "Perhaps I should apologize that this isn't one of the handy occasions when Dr. MacTaggart's about?" He offered Jennie a little smile. "I take it it's more than your normal pains? Just looking for some extra meds?"

"That's-- yes. Please?" Jennie was still staring. Dinosaurs were okay, they were not beyond the realm of possibility. All of your female teachers turning into guys?

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"'Kay. Hold on a sec." Jean disappeared back into the medication cupboard, taking a little longer than she really needed to give Jennie some space. Really, there was awkward and then there was awkward. Eventually, though, he came back out with a little vial of pills. He set them on the desk and pulled out one of their prescription pads, quickly jotting a few notes and marveling again at how the rearranged muscles caused little shifts in her handwriting. "Standard drill with these, kiddo - take with food, not more than three a day, come see me or Dr. Voght if they're not helping enough or you notice any new side effects."

"So, um," Jennie said, trying to break the awkward silence that followed. "Any idea how long this is going to last? Because it's hard to keep calling you Mr. or Miss when most times it doesn't match anymore. I mean, the Dr. helps a lot with the confusion there and...I am so babbling."

"Babbling's ok," Jean said, shrugging. "And things should be back to normal by the end of the week. Thank God." He trailed off - the thought that this might be permanent was not a comfortable one for any of them and everyone was glad they didn't have to worry about it.

"Jean?" The alto voice that came from the direction of the door was plaintive-sounding, and the brunette woman to whom it belonged did not look happy. Jean had talked Scott into something other than school sweats, and although the t-shirt and jeans that had replaced them weren't particularly dressy, they were a great deal more form-fitting. "Jean, guys hitting on you is entirely different than women hitting on you when you're a guy, I've noticed, and the usual method does not work - oh, hi, Jennie."

"This is officially the weirdest day ever." Jennie said, staring at the newcomer. Next time she had cramps, she was just going to go find some brandy. That's how they cured these things in the old days. In fact, liquor wasn't such a bad idea right now. Would help with the cope failure. "Hi, Mr...um.." She gestured helplessly.

Jean arched an eyebrow at Jennie. "Gonna pretend you shielded that thought better, Jen," he said before smiling at Scott. In for a dime, in for a dollar, she figured, and said, "Told you you were cute." If nothing else, watching the Awkward was funny.

"Mr. Summers is fine." Flushed, Scott straightened, tucking her hair behind her ear in an obvious nervous mannerism. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's um, not interrupting." Jennie said quickly. "I was just--I have cramps?" Mentally she smacked herself in the forehead. She instead turned back to Jean. "Look, I can be forgiven for that, seeing as how I'm being faced with two of my teachers who are currently the wrong gender."

Yeah, definitely funny. There was an upside to all this, thank God. "Fair enough. I'll let it slide on account of the weird. No mixing the painkillers with liquor and we're set."

"Sounds like a plan. Jennie doesn't mix her painkillers with alcohol, and I don't blast men who flirt with me in the head. At the bookstore, damn it!" Scott muttered, folding her arms across her chest.

"I don't know which is worse, the fact that you're both talking about my drinking or the fact that...wait, you got hit on in a bookstore?" Jennie grinned. "Way to go Mr. Summers, you are totally a hot babe you know. Who knew?"

"I'd caught on," Jean said, doing his damnedest not to grin. Shoving away from the desk he crossed the room, briefly hugging Scott. "But yes, congratulations on not killing him, whoever he was."

Scott grumbled and clung just a little. "Well, I wouldn't have killed him in my own body, so I naturally refrained in this one. Still. Smarmy ass..."

Jennie raised her hands and opened her mouth, and then blinked and shut it. "Um, I'm glad you guys have a great relationship with the comfort any everything. But the snuggling is kinda...making things worse. Just a bit." She grabbed the bottle of pills and her instructions. "Do you need to be alone, now?"

Jean snorted faintly. "Not particularly, but we'll understand if you need to not be here."

Scott just rolled her eye and took a step back, although her smile was good-humored. "Sorry, Jennie. I forgot that the teenaged brain melts when faced with the horror of old people being affectionate."

"No, it only melts when two of my teachers are locked in an embrace, and they're the wrong gender." Jennie said cheerily.

"Well, that's progress, of sorts. Certainly prior generations have had trouble coping with the idea of old people embracing, regardless of gender." Jean flapped a hand at Jennie. "Go on, unless you need something else I'd say your free to return to whatever schoolwork your wanting to avoid."

"Yeah, you two just resume your making out or whatever," Jennie flapped a hand as she passed, and then paused. "On second thought, don't. Please, because my brain is going to the scary place. Think of the students, we're all having Cope Failure as it is."

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If it makes Jennie feel any better, Rahne deliberately went to Dr. McCoy over having gone into heat in Asgard. I think Jean was dead at the time and she was embarrassed to talk to Dr. Bartlet or Dr. MacTaggart for entirely unrelated reasons.