Scott and Moira, early Sunday morning

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Backdated to early Sunday morning on the plane to Iceland. Scott checks on Moira, knowing she's in somewhat rocky shape after what happened with Nathan. Moira appreciates the support, but reassures him that she's focused on the work at hand.



Moira stretched out in her seat, book opened but unread as she stared out of the window. She knew she was needed but she had hated leaving Nathan in his state. But she hadn't argued, just tossed somethings in a bag and grabbed a medkit as well. There had been some idle chatter going on and that had passed some of the time, but now everyone was catching some sleep while they could. Even with the quiet, she couldn't sleep, not with worry on her mind and a screaming headache to boot.

Leaving Sam to pilot, Scott got up and deliberately moved to the rear of the plane to check on Moira. He hadn't missed her reluctance to come, but his already high respect for her had only increased at how quietly and efficiently she had gathered her gear and boarded the jet. "Hey," he said quietly, sitting down next to her. "How are you?"

Glancing over, she smiled at Scott. "Tired," she admitted, knowing he'd see through anything else she said. "But I'm doin' well. Yerself? Everyone else is catchin' some rest, 'ow 'bout ye?"

"I don't need much," he said wryly. "We'll be making our approach pretty soon, in any case." The jet's speed capabilities were a definite plus. "I think Sam and I should both be at the controls, from the sound of the weather we'll be heading into." He reached out and laid a hand over Moira's. "I appreciate you coming," he said more quietly. "I know you didn't want to leave him."

Surprised, she turned her hand over and squeezed it. "Me job," Moira replied, smiling a little. "Ye know 'ow it 'tis." Another spike of the headache hit and she grimaced, reaching up to rub her forehead.

Scott frowned, but didn't let go of her hand. "Are you sure you're all right?" Charles had warned him privately that Moira might be feeling the effects of backlash from her link with Nathan.

"'ead feels like 'tis comin' apart at th' seems," she grumbled. "Link is...rather raw, so's me 'ead."

"Things might be hectic when we land," Scott said somberly. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"I'm verra good at ignorin' meself in cases like this." Moira sighed. "Jus' a 'eadache, Scott...I think. I need ta be 'ere."

Scott made a mental note to have a word with Madelyn, who was after all well-used to making sure that Moira didn't overdo it too much. "Glad to have you along," he said with a real, if small smile.

"Part o' me's at 'ome," Moira admitted, smiling back. "But I think I'm glad ta be 'ere as well."