|L|1|Summers, Scott| Hibernation.
WHO: Jean and Scott
WHERE: Faculty Quarters, Jean's room.
WHEN: Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: They're probably a little tense, folks.
SUMMARY: Scott comes to see Jean, who hasn't been out of her room since she arrived.
FORMAT: Para
Jean curled up beneath the blanket, staring out the window at the snow falling from the heavy dusk sky. She could feel the people around her, sometimes hear their thoughts when they were loud enough (which, considering there were children, was often) and it would've almost been disturbing to her just how normal everything seemed to run if she hadn't talked to Scott on the way to the Institute. No one was any better off than she was, no one was any more prepared for suddenly being ripped from their own timeworlduniverse to materialize here with a number and a name - and for some, a mutation they would have to become accustomed to. At least she was alive.
She probably wouldn't be otherwise.
Still, it was a lot to swallow. A lot to think about. She would teach. She would do whatever needed to be done, as part of the X-Men, as a member of the Faculty if that's what Scott wished. She would get to know the people here and she would live... everything else, she could bury. The yearning for home, for the Scott to whom she wasn't mostly a stranger, for the kids at the Institute who had become like a family to her when she had never felt close to her own. She would do what she could.
WHERE: Faculty Quarters, Jean's room.
WHEN: Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: They're probably a little tense, folks.
SUMMARY: Scott comes to see Jean, who hasn't been out of her room since she arrived.
FORMAT: Para
Jean curled up beneath the blanket, staring out the window at the snow falling from the heavy dusk sky. She could feel the people around her, sometimes hear their thoughts when they were loud enough (which, considering there were children, was often) and it would've almost been disturbing to her just how normal everything seemed to run if she hadn't talked to Scott on the way to the Institute. No one was any better off than she was, no one was any more prepared for suddenly being ripped from their own timeworlduniverse to materialize here with a number and a name - and for some, a mutation they would have to become accustomed to. At least she was alive.
She probably wouldn't be otherwise.
Still, it was a lot to swallow. A lot to think about. She would teach. She would do whatever needed to be done, as part of the X-Men, as a member of the Faculty if that's what Scott wished. She would get to know the people here and she would live... everything else, she could bury. The yearning for home, for the Scott to whom she wasn't mostly a stranger, for the kids at the Institute who had become like a family to her when she had never felt close to her own. She would do what she could.