Reunion (RP for Logan and Jean)
*OOC -- After this. Jean (Phoenix?) has returned to Earth on a mysterious errand, and passed out in Scott's arms.
Scott took her to the Danger Room. Or he took her to what was left of it -- and that was another thing to explain. If there was ever a time. If there was ever a need. If there was actually a Jean Grey there to explain anything to.
He carried her body over his shoulder. Jean was slender as ever, but she was tall and well-muscled, and it wasn't a short distance. He was in good shape, but it still took a lot out of him. Yet at the same time, there was something right about it. They had all carried each other, at one point --
He knelt on the floor, lay her down gently. After a moment's thought he stripped to his T-shirt and folded the outer dress shirt under her head. Not much but better than a bare floor. He smoothed her hair around her, and folded her hands across her stomach, against the white dress. He noted, with a start, that she still wore her wedding ring; or, to be more precise, this body that looked like Jean that she had chosen to come back in, wore a ring. He filed this away as something that might be significant. Then, he kissed her on the forehead, walked out of the room to the console, and let the doors shut behind. He looked back through the window. She would wake up, if that was the right word, in a place that looked familiar, and that would be something.
A familiar place that's relatively well-contained.
Relatively. He thought about evacuating the school, but it wasn't as though that would do any damn good if they were facing a Phoenix-level emergency. Come on, Summers, tactics, he thought. Best to deal with the problem in small steps. He wished to God Hank were here, wished he even knew where Hank was these days. Emma wouldn't be back until tomorrow -- and even if she were, the way that she -- Jean? Phoenix? -- had demanded to see her made him uneasy. He had no doubt Emma would be willing to meet, to fight if she had to, but he didn't see how she could win.
Scott picked up a communicator from the console, didn't even think about the code he was dialing.
"Logan," he said, hearing a signal on the other end, not waiting for a response. "Danger room. Now."
Scott took her to the Danger Room. Or he took her to what was left of it -- and that was another thing to explain. If there was ever a time. If there was ever a need. If there was actually a Jean Grey there to explain anything to.
He carried her body over his shoulder. Jean was slender as ever, but she was tall and well-muscled, and it wasn't a short distance. He was in good shape, but it still took a lot out of him. Yet at the same time, there was something right about it. They had all carried each other, at one point --
He knelt on the floor, lay her down gently. After a moment's thought he stripped to his T-shirt and folded the outer dress shirt under her head. Not much but better than a bare floor. He smoothed her hair around her, and folded her hands across her stomach, against the white dress. He noted, with a start, that she still wore her wedding ring; or, to be more precise, this body that looked like Jean that she had chosen to come back in, wore a ring. He filed this away as something that might be significant. Then, he kissed her on the forehead, walked out of the room to the console, and let the doors shut behind. He looked back through the window. She would wake up, if that was the right word, in a place that looked familiar, and that would be something.
A familiar place that's relatively well-contained.
Relatively. He thought about evacuating the school, but it wasn't as though that would do any damn good if they were facing a Phoenix-level emergency. Come on, Summers, tactics, he thought. Best to deal with the problem in small steps. He wished to God Hank were here, wished he even knew where Hank was these days. Emma wouldn't be back until tomorrow -- and even if she were, the way that she -- Jean? Phoenix? -- had demanded to see her made him uneasy. He had no doubt Emma would be willing to meet, to fight if she had to, but he didn't see how she could win.
Scott picked up a communicator from the console, didn't even think about the code he was dialing.
"Logan," he said, hearing a signal on the other end, not waiting for a response. "Danger room. Now."