LOG: Warren and Jean

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Backdated. Jean and Warren play hooky for an afternoon, and discuss the state of things and make plans. Warren threatens to sweep Jean off the Bermuda Triangle, but instead they settle for the Museum of Sex.

[TRIGGER WARNING]

A stiff autumn breeze made Jean pull her jacket closer to her body as she hurried down the street with Warren.

"I sudden long for a cup of coffee, or a bonfire. Whichever will get me warmer faster," she mused. Though that did give her an idea.

"Both do sound good," Warren said with a laugh.

"Though just being indoors would probably be a good start." He wasn't quite as bothered by the cold, and he spread his wings a little to try and act as a wind break.

":Where's the fun in that?" Jean said as she ignored the people who did a double take as they passed. They had left District X and were headed toward the less than mutant populated areas.

"I think we should have a bonfire, at the school, while its still autumn. Have cider, s'mores...My family used to do it when I was little, at least on a smaller scale. We'd build a fire by the lake and stay up all night talking. In our case the cider could be of the hard variety for some people."

"This sounds like a great idea," Warren said with a grin. "It's been awhile since we've had one. And it'd be nice to just hang out with everyone for the evening. We don't do that nearly enough."

"I think the only time when there are more than two or three of us in one place is either in a class or on a mission," Jean said, slipping her hands in her pockets.

"And with Scott back...it'll be nice."

"Yes," Warren replied with a smile, glancing over at her. "How're you feeling about that?"

The question was innocuous, though it gave her pause. "I don't know," she admitted.

"It's been almost a year and a half with him gone. I've always wanted him back but now that he is...I don't know how to act around him. The last time we saw each other was after all...after what happened at the mansion. It feels different," she said, then shrugged with a faint smile. "Or perhaps it because I'm different."

"Maybe," Warren said non-commitantly, slipping his arm through hers to link their arms. "I remember when Piotr and I used to spend a lot of time apart. It wasn't always easy, adjusting to having him around again all the time when we were reunited. Especially when we did change while we were apart." He hugged Jean's arm a little closer.

"But then, love conquers all. Isn't that the saying?" He smiled a little, before getting serious again. "Have you talked to him about it?"

Jean fell silent, those few moments marked by the cadence of their steps. "I still haven't told him," she said quietly, almost unheard over the traffic that passed. What 'it' was was left to the air but was easy to guess.

Warren just nodded, a wing moving to settle around her shoulders, a gesture of comfort.

"Well, when you do, I'm here for you. However you want." Jean would tell Scott in her own time, he was sure, and he wasn't about to pressure her into it.

Jean's eyes flickered down. It almost looked like she were in a literal angel's embrace.

"I've kept it so long I don't know how to tell him. How is it I can tell you and Adrienne but not my own husband?" she said, letting out a breath.

"It'll come to me, I think. We just have to figure out how we fit into each other's lives again. He's so happy...or at least...happier than I've seen him in awhile."

"You'll find a way to tell him," Warren confirmed. "And you'll have us here for you when you do. As always." He nudged her in closer a little. "Adrienne and I aren't as close to the situation as Scott is. The distance helps, I imagine."

"She freaked out a little when I told her," Jean mused. "But we worked it out. I think he and I will too...eventually."

She brushed her hair out of her eyes. "And I'm sorry most of our conversations tend to be entirely depressing. Let us move onward and upward away from the depressing," Jean said, her hand shooting up to mimic a rocket.

"Sound good?"

Warren grinned over to Jean, a mischievous light in his eyes before he swept her off her feet, scooping her up in his arms.

"Your wish is my command, my dear doctor." With a few beats of his wings and a couple of steps, they were in the air, scattering the pedestrians around them.

"Perhaps we should just fly away. Leave New York behind us, start over somewhere." Not that that would particularly help anything, but Warren couldn't help but suggest it anyway.

Jean let out a laugh of surprise as she found the both of them shooting into the sky. "Sometimes I forget to be careful when using the phrase 'onward and upward' around someone who can make it so," she mused, looking down at the city below.

"I hear the Bermuda Triangle is nice this time of year." "We could go," Warren said with a grin. "Okay sure, I wouldn't be able to fly us the whole way there under my own steam, but I could get us to an airport. We could jet off for a few days, just take a break." Not that he really needed a break, but he did think Jean could do with one.

"I'm pretty sure that probably wouldn't go over very well with my husband," Jean said, smiling. She knew it was a platonic gesture, though.

"I appreciate the thought. Really. But can we just...think about something else? Being with friends...this is my break. The distraction is nice." Even if she had her shields up his concern was bleeding through and she didn't want him to worry. It was all they did, worry. She didn't want them to.

"So I should save my work/life balance talk for another time?" Warren said with a grin, pressing a kiss against Jean's hair before he began to swoop lower.

"I hope you didn't have any other plans for the afternoon, in that case. Because I'm officially keeping you for the rest of it. There may be ridiculous antics involved." Warren wasn't usually particularly ridiculous or silly of his own accord, but Vanessa had rubbed off on him a little while they'd been dating. He could pull it out for special occasions. Like this one.

Jean laughed. "Ridiculous antics? I'm intrigued," she said, closing her eyes as she felt a burst of cold air rush across her face while they made their descent.

"And I am completely free. I'm laying off of Medlab duty for the time being...unless you count a few miscellaneous hours at the Angels Clinic in a purely consulting capacity."

"Good to hear." He grinned, startling a group of pedestrians as he landed on the sidewalk, letting Jean down carefully as he did. He wasn't entirely sure where he'd landed, but when he glanced at the building they were in front, he grinned further. This? Was perfect.

"I hope you're in for an informative kind of afternoon, Dr Grey-Summers," he said cheerfully, before dragging her into New York's Museum of Sex.

Jean blinked a few times as she barely got a chance to look at the window before she was pulled in. She'd heard the place existed but never went in. Perhaps the idea of medical doctor+a billion years of medical school had led her to assume she knew all there was to know. But she was so apparently wrong.

"You're right, Mr. Worthington. This is certainly..." she said, tilting her head at the two skeletons mating. She stifled a quick giggle with her hand before shaking her head. "Informative."

"All in the name of science," he replied cheerfully. "If you can get through this place without blushing, I'll buy you a drink. Several of them, I think. We'll probably need them."

Jean quirked a brow at one of the picture displays with a very Spock-like expression. "Have you forgotten, my darling Warren, that I hold a Ph.D and often find myself looking at this sort of thing once a month?" she said. Almost a split second later, however, she paused with sudden interest upon actually getting a better look at the picture.

"Okay, she's got to be a mutant. There's no way a basic human can twist themselves in that position without tearing something."

Warren just grinned, hands in his pockets, ignoring the attention he was drawing and concentrating on Jean.

"I don't know, I've seen some double jointed ladies get themselves into some very interesting positions."

He tilted his head, studying the image for a moment. "Maybe not that interesting."

Jean's head craned, mimicking his. "I know, right? It's like a pretzel inside a pretzel or one of those rubber band balls."

"How..." Warren continued to stare at the image, a frown on his face. After a few more moment he shook his head, yanking his gaze away and shifting it to Jean again.

"I'm not even going to think about it. I can't. Let's move on..."

"It's like one of those things they mention in medical school and you don't believe it until you see the pictures..." Jean said as she wandered way toward the less mind-blowing exhibits.