RP for shadeof_grey

[kismetandcoffee]

Neena finished what little paperwork she had left for tax filing and sat back with a deep sigh. She debated doing her yoga, and had even gone so far as to put on her black yoga pants, but then she changed her mind. She wanted to do something fun. Bea was at Sarah's house and Logan was off doing... whatever it was he did when he wasn't home. She

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[shadeof_grey]

The caller ID showed "Howlett" and the number. Logan was supposed to be away, and when Bea wanted the boys, she used her cell phone or text messaging or God knew what -- kids these days were so wired they might as well have telepathy.

Picking up the phone, Jean said, "Neena? Let me guess, what did Tommy and Billy do this time?"

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She blinked before quickly shaking her head. Of course, Jean couldn't see it... but she probably knew anyway. Regardless, she picked up her pen and began fiddling with it absentmindedly.

"Oh, no, nothing that I know of yet. Though, if they had I'm sure Bea would be with them," A slight grin settled on her normally stressed features and she continued, "I actually called because I'm going completely stir crazy over here. Bea's off at Sarah's again and Logan's out of town. Again. I've been cooped up all day doing taxes and I think I might just lose my mind if I don't get out of this house," she sighed quietly and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I don't suppose you have plans, do you?"

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"Sorry," said Jean, quickly. "I just assumed -- You know how those kids are."

At Neena's question about plans, Jean glanced over the room full of gifts to be wrapped, seating chars and party supplies. That was just like Wanda, leaving all the detail stuff to her. She claimed she wasn't any good at it. Anyway, Wanda would work like demon on the actual day, getting everything together so when you added it all up, the overall work was really about even. Still, Jean could use a little break, and the spontaneous call from her neighbor was too good to resist.

"I could free up some time. What did you have in mind?"

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"I know. Believe me, Bea is a handful all on her own. Quite the little instigator, just like her mom," A self satisfied smile slid across her features before she continued.

"I was just thinking maybe we could hit up that new boutique they just built down the road from here. Supposedly, they've got a whole crazy set up with a nail salon and martini bar. Like a high class, less crowded Ikea. Sound doable?" The idea of getting a manicure while sipping on a choclatini made her practically melt into her chair. Plus, she still needed to pick a dress for the Steve and Tony's anniversary.

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Almost all of this information was new to Jean. It embarrassed her a little -- as long as they had been neighbors. But then, asking Logan about his past was counterproductive, to say the least, and she must have unconsciously lumped Neena in the same category

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"Interesting isn't the word I'd use," she rolled her eyes and then let out a soft sigh when Jean informed her that Nate and Irene would be at the party, "Well, the it will be 'interesting' to say the least. I don't think he and Logan will ever see eye to eye. I can't ever figure out if Nate just doesn't like him, or if all their animosity has become about me. Truthfully, he and Nate aren't that different,"

Her eyes made their way back to her hands and she eyed the chocolatini, wishing she had a hand free to polish it off, "You're right. She's a great kid and she's my... OUR kid," Mentally she added, I know. She'd been injury free thus far. Perhaps if something happens to her, then we'll know... not that I want anything to happen. I'd just as soon not ever know, you know what I mean? And she'd be lucky if she ended up with mine. Literally. she sent her, amusedly.

Technically, I have the uncontrollable psionic ability to alter probabilty to my favor. I'm just flat out lucky,

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"I didn't think Nate liked anybody, honestly," said Jean. "He and Irene don't even really seem to get along. Though, you know -- if I got pulled out of my own time frame and knew I could never see my family or friends again, I don't know what I'd be like, either. How do we know who we are without the people who --"

She jerked to her feet and pulled her half manicured hand away from the startled girl.

"Did you see that --?" she asked Dom, staring at a point in the air. A flash of blue.

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Dom's eyes jerked to Jean and her brows furrowed as she leapt to her feet.

"See... I didn't see anything, Jean. Maybe those chocolatinis were a bit stronger than I thought," she said lightly, but her concern was more than evident on her face, "You alright?"