Scott and Betsy have that chat...or try to...

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Setting: Evening, after Scott and maybe Storm or another team member do some Danger Room work...

Betsy knocks on Scott's door, coming to see him.

Scott heads to the nightstand at the side of the bed, and picks up his glasses where he'd left them before showering. Tonight's Danger Room session had been tough, but good, and he'd needed the stress release. After putting on the lenses, he called out. "Come in." His hair was still damp from the shower, and he was wearing a grey t-shirt and dark blue sweats.

Betsy on the other side of the door, hesitates a moment before entering. The smell of soap hitting her nostrils well before she enters through the doorway. "It's me. Do you have a minute?"

Scott smiles at Betsy's entrance. "Always. Come in, sit." He looked around the room, so she could see what he saw, and know where to go. There was obviously still touches of Jean in the room, but the neatness, the tidiness, was all Scott.

She turns her head in synch with Scott's. The room in obvious transition. Boxes stacked against wall, a slightly opened closet with women's clothing. And a glimpse of Scott's wet hair through the opposing mirror. A small thrill shoots through her, but she ignores it. Instead, she takes a seat on the couch.

He moves into a nearby chair, close enough but not too close, not wanting to invade her personal space. "Haven't caught you around much lately."

Placing her hands on her knees and lifting her shoulders in a stretch. Her lips turn up slightly. "No, I've been keeping to myself, lately."

He watches her, and knows that she knows it. But he can't help it. Scott keeps his emotions in check with a glance away from her, spotting a picture of Jean and him on the bureau. It helps to center him. "Self-reflection can be a very good thing." He pauses a second before continuing. "That post you made, in your journal. I..." He stops unsure of how to continue. Then he plunges ahead. "It was something that needed to be said."

She shakes her head, unconsciously. "Perhaps, but I hadn't intended to make a statement. It sort of came through me, than from me. Quite odd, really." She leans back on the couch and gets a bit more relax. Grounded and more sure of herself, she turns to him. "Was surprised to see your response though. Subject matter, being so close to home."

He smiles and leans back in the chair. "That's why I had to respond. It felt like ... well, like you were trying to tell me something."

The image of his picture of Jean on the stand breaks through her thoughts, but Elisabeth just smirks. Can't fight the past, she muses. "Maybe. But it was also for some of the others. Have you noticed all the pairings that have been taking place in the past few months?" She lets out a low, luxurious laugh. "It has definitely made for some interesting nighttime romps through the halls."

"Some of them, it was hard not to notice. But I'm sure there are more that I just haven't seen." He looks thoughtful. "I'm not really aware of most of it, unless it's dangled right in front of me."

Isn't that the truth. Instead, she simply shrugs. "It's hard to avoid it when people are so open with their emotions." She stops and takes in the smell of his hair, "You've always been more of a action-oriented person. Haven't you? Never into observing the subtler things?"

He nods, then adds a verbal agreement. "Yes. Well, it depends on the subtlety. I try to know everyone's standard performance level. If they're not acting like they normally would, then I notice it."

He runs his hand through his hair, letting out a small sigh. "But really good actors, of which there are thankfully very few here, would probably sail right past me." Unspoken is the I had Jean to rely on for that, for too long addition, which he tries to keep from her. "Like Alison, in this week's class. Obviously something was off, so I sent her out of it. Probably do to with Sam, I see that now. But she's also hitting a block with her abilities."

The thought of her comes through again. Jean. Refusing to let out a hiss of breath, Betsy props her elbow on the arm of the couch and bites her bottom lip to keep from talking. Damn her. Damn all of it.

Scott cocks his head to the side, and turns to Betsy. "Wait, I think I hear shouting..." He gets up and goes to the door and opens it, listening. "That's Lorna and Alex, I think."

"It is Lorna and Alex," she says reluctantly. She gets up from her chair. "Those two...."

He frowns, puts his "serious face" on, and heads to the 2nd floor common room. "You can stay if you want, or come to help. I may need all the help I can get."

Without wasting a moment, she follows him out the door. "Like I'd miss this," she says under her breath.

Betsy and Scott head down the hall. Her hand accidentally brushing his, she pulls it back quickly and continues her brisk walk to the staircase.

Scott notices her touch, and her pulling away too quickly. His mouth tightens and he continues down the stairs.

The shouting from gets louder as they approach the second floor common room. Betsy grimaces. She braces herself for what they're about to see. "Here we go," she says to no one in particular.

Comments

[nystana.livejournal.com]

It's just doomed. These two are ill-fated. Between all the students, teachers, mad plots, and mental breakdowns. They'll never make it.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Not to mention the inevitable return of *cough*dementeddeadwoman*cough*(tm).

Two star-cross'd lovers...

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

We're sooooo sorry that we interrupted kissy time. *cheeky grin*

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

Believe me, we haven't been doing kissy-kissy.

Just using that term deems it a definite No-No.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

*sings* Betsy and Scott sitting in a tree.
K I S S I N G!

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. We are being the adult now, aren't we?

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

*cheerfully* Nope, it's all about the teenage angest and pane tonight!

First comes snogging, then comes mpmmph
then comes the demented dead woman to ڛĠ everything!

*trumps Ali's line*

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

Did I mention how much I'm going to hurt her for coming up with that.

Everytime, I am privy to anything Jean-related. I hear her squeak with her trademark *demented dead woman* cough.

Do you know how annoying that can get afterawhile?

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

*innocent look*

*coughcough*

*runs off very quickly*

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

Why you little....

*smirks*

I'll get you and your little dog, too.

Re:

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

I just have a farmboy, ma'am, and he's immortal so that might be a tad bit complicated...

*giggles madly and runs them thar hills!*

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Do I ever! She's my roomie, remember?

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

How do you stand it?

I can only handle Alison in spurts. I've realized that if I'm around her too much, I might be forced to do bodily-harm.

And it besides, it wouldn't be all that productive.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Lots of coffee and lots and lots of therapy.

Pummeling her with pillows everynow and then works too.