Jean and Scott

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Having finished in the medlab, Jean collects her husband and prescribes bed rest for both of them.



The water glass which apeared at Scott's elbow was accompanied by his wife, spinning around one of the chairs and settling into it with her arms crossed across the back. "Water," she said, eyes serious. "Best known cure for dehydration, symptom of a number of greater ailments, including sleep deprivation, excessive stress and caffeine overdose." Propping her chin on her crossed arms she arched an eyebrow at him - she hadn't said anything about the caffeine pills during the weekend, but the weekend (and their own personal hell) was over. "Drink up, love."

Scott eyed her, then the water glass, then smiled a little and picked it up. "You're too good to me." He wasn't referring to her bringing him a glass of water. "Uh, this is going to sound strange, but what day is it? Monday, right?" He gave his head a quizzical shake, taking a sip of the water. "Losing track..."

"Yes, it is Monday. Everyone is back safe and moderately sound. Except apparently you're losing days, so you don't get to argue when I tell you that you're coming to bed." Reaching over, she cupped his cheek gently. "If you're very good, I'll let you leave the suite before Wednesday."

The smile she got in return was one that only showed up when they were alone, although the wistfulness had a slightly sad edge to it this time. He reached up, taking her hand and kissed the back of it gently as he rose, his water glass still in one hand. "Ten hours," he said quietly as they headed towards the door of the Situation Room. "That should see me relatively sane again. Then there's rather a lot of clean-up work to be done."

"I can live with ten hours," she agreed, lacing her fingers through his. "After all, 'relatively sane' is really the best we can ask for."

Scott sipped at his water again, then did it again as they headed down the hall. He thought maybe he'd have a second glass, when they got upstairs. Nice cool water. "I don't think I want to even look at coffee for a couple of days," he said thoughtfully, "blasphemy or not. I'm lucky my metabolism handles caffeine so well."

It was inconsequential talk, but damn it, they both needed a little of that, after the weekend's events. Strategizing for the aftermath of the madness could wait until the morning.

"It may be blasphemy, but I think it's also sensible. Your metabolism may be able to take it, but I'm still stunned you haven't started actually twitching yet. But we'll get you water, and juice. Lots of vitamins. Maybe some sun. It'll make handling the next few days easier." She shrugged lightly. "At any rate, I know I need all those things..."

He was a lucky man, Scott thought, his expression softening as he looked sideways at her. "Well, let's make a point of making sure we both get all of those things," he said, almost lightly. "The push is off, as of tonight. Lots of work to be done, but that doesn't mean we can't pace ourselves. Although I may have a few minutes of hysterical laughter once we're safely upstairs."

"We'll shut the door," Jean said, nodding. "Even if they hear, they won't dare ask what is going on, for fear that we'd tell them." There were stairs in front of them. She was almost tired enough to ask him to carry her. Or wrap her arms around him and TK them both upstairs. Neither of which was a sensible alternative...

Scott freed his hand, putting his arm around her shoulder and drawing her in close. Maybe there would be the laughter. But maybe he'd just be happy that everyone was going to be all right. "I love you," he said softly. "You help me keep on an even keel at moments like this."

She didn't have an answer to that, but it was ok because he didn't really need one. Instead, she leaned closer to press a kiss to his cheek. "Come. Bed."

"I approve of beds. Especially if they have you in them."