Jean & Wade | Friday Afternoon

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After a routine check-up, Wade and Jean decide to head for lunch.


Leaning against the instrument table, Jean flipped through the CBC report. "Everything seems to be normal," she said, glancing up to Wade. "As normal for you as can be expected, that is. Your white blood cells are still elevated but they're at the same levels as they were last time." She closed the file. "Same time next week?"

Wade nodded, rolling his sleeves back down now that Jean wasn't going to be drawing any more blood. He sincerely doubted she'd whip out the blood pressure cuff again. "Sounds like a plan, doc. You down for lunch? There's this food truck I heard about - they're supposed to have the best tater tots in the state."

Arching a brow, Jean smiled. "The whole state?" she echoed. "Sounds like quite the bragging rights to verify. I could be persuaded."

"Sweet," Wade said, hopping off the exam table. "I'm driving. Apparently the tots are Korean or something. I have no idea what that actually means, but I'm gonna find out."

"Asian fusion?" Jean offered as she slipped off her lab coat and hung it on a nearby coat rack.

"Either I've been watching too much Food Network or hanging around Lorna enough for the terms to start to stick. As long as they haven't been fermented for a month I'll be adventurous."

"Lorna's dedication to Taco Tuesday almost rivals my own, which is pretty damn impressive," Wade said, grinning. Grabbing his coat, he pulled it on and checked his pockets to make sure he had the keys to the Impala. "To the food truck!"

"I see a reality tv show in your future," Jean said as she followed him, slipping her hands into her pockets. "Taco Nation, the search for the world's best taco."

"I would do that show in a heartbeat," Wade said, expression completely serious. "Seriously. A heartbeat."

Jean smirked. "I would pay to see that," she said. "So which car are we taking?"

"The Impala," Wade said, grinning. "Because the Mustang's not finished yet."

"Good choice," Jean said with a nod of approval. Being married to Scott left her with some knowledge about cars, an appreciation of them at least.

"How much longer do you estimate on the Mustang?"

"Couple months," Wade said, grinning. "Me and Logan have snagged Korvus, so it won't take as long as it could've, but we're not all here all the time, you know? So we work her over mostly on weekends. I'm gonna try and get them to let me have her painted candy apple red."

"If you're the one who started the project and bought the car I think you have the majority vote," Jean said as they stepped off the elevator and onto the mansion's ground level.

"Does she have a name?"

"I'm not gonna pull rank like that. Figure the color picking process should be democratic or something. But no, she doesn't have a name yet," Wade said, grinning. "Korvus is hilarious when it comes to naming things, though. I like suggesting people names just to make him make this one face at me and then lecture me about how those names are inappropriate."

Jean laughed, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She appreciated the show of teamwork. "I'll be very interested to hear what you guys decide on. For a little while there the motor pool was mostly just used to store cars. It's nice to see the place being used again," she said. But only a little while. The mansion's list of residents was always in flux.

"And my babies are pretty," Wade said, still grinning. "Very, very pretty. Some of the kids seem really interested in them. I heard they're doing a shop class or something. It's always good practice."

"You're pretty good with the students. Have you thought about helping out in the shop class?" Jean said. She opened up the garage door, staring at the selection.

Wade pulled his keys from his pocket and flipped them around his forefinger a couple times. Waggling his eyebrows, he said, "I haven't really thought about it much, to be honest. I've been working with Matt this year on self defense. Been teaching Meggan kickboxing for a while. I wouldn't mind helping out if they want me to."

"I could ask Scott," Jean said. She wasn't sure how the two of them fared against another, however. He didn't really talk about him, or vice versa. There was some concern about his extracurricular activities, but a lot of them could've been accused of the same thing.

"Nah, I'm sure there's plenty of guys around who'd be happy to help the kids figure out how to put a car back together. I'll keep my involvement to a purely recreational level," Wade said, unlocking the car and opening the door so he could slide into the driver's seat. "Thanks for the offer, though, doc. Maybe I can be a guest lecturer or something." He grinned as she got in, then cranked the engine and put the car in gear. "To the food truck!" That seemed to be his battle cry for the day - and Wade was 100% okay with that.