Timestamp meme
For jeangreyrocks, who wanted 10 years before "Frosty Relations." Featuring Warren, Jean and Professor X. Scott and Emma mentioned. :)
“I mean, you really have no idea how bad it was,” I tell Warren, digging moodily at my ice cream. “You’re lucky you were out.”
“I share a wall with him - with them,” Warren reminds me patiently. “I really don’t need you to - ”
“I mean, honestly - it’s ‘Oh, Scott! Don’t stop! Oh, Scott!’ All. Night. Long. He’s a teenage boy, for God’s sake! How good could he possibly be?”
“Well, that’s really not something I’ve - ”
“If you ask me, the professor needs to do something,” I say, savagely poking my mocha fudge ripple. “It’s disgusting the way they carry on. Every chance they get, they’re going at it! It’s immoral! Probably illegal!”
Warren clears his throat. “Um, actually, Jean, it would only be illegal if you were with Scott. That whole age of consent thing.”
I give him a death glare. “For the twenty-third time, I am not interested in Scott Summers that way. I think of him as my little brother. He’s almost 10 years younger than I am! He’s a child, for God’s sake!”
“Emma Frost doesn’t think so,” Warren points out.
“That bitch,” I growl. “Don’t get me started.”
“Well, I really wasn’t going to. As a matter of fact, I think you should just - ”
“I mean, honestly, is there anyone here who thinks that relationship - if you could even call it that - is a good thing? Anyone at all? She doesn’t understand Scott. She doesn’t understand him at all. At all. She doesn’t get how sweet and sensitive he is. What does she want from him but nonstop sex every time the professor’s out?”
“She does seem to be getting it,” Warren points out. “And Scott doesn’t seem to object.”
“Well, it’s just disgusting,” I say. “I tell you, I’ve never been so happy to live in a house with electrical problems.”
“I heard about that,” Warren says. “Scott’s going nuts trying to figure out what’s wrong with the fire alarm. It went off, what? Four times?”
“Five,” I say. “Thank God for that, at least. She was having fits, but you know how he is. He insisted everyone evacuate as a precaution. Every time. But then we had to stand around outside while she’s half-naked and pawing him. It makes me want to vomit.”
“That might be from all the ice cream,” Warren says. “You’re not supposed to eat it by the gallon.”
“I mean, Scott deserves better than her,” I say. “She’s evil! She’s snotty! And she’s not even a natural blonde! She’s all over him ever chance she gets! It’s sick! And what is he? He’s besotted! It’s gruesome! It’s like watching a baby rabbit date a boa constrictor!”
Warren puts his head in his hands and sighs. “You know, Jean, we go through this every time the professor goes out and Scott and Emma get busy. You’re obsessed. It’s really getting tiresome. And borderline creepy.”
“There’s nothing creepy about my concern for Scott,” I say icily. “Someone needs to care about him. And God knows Emma Frost just sees him as a sex god.”
“You know, Jean, in a few months he’ll be legal. Then you can have him.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t see him that way?” I demand. “It’s not going to happen, Warren!”
“Stranger things have happened.”
“I mean, let’s get real. You honestly think that in 10 years Scott and I are going to be the old married couple of the Institute? That we’ll be living in a little suite with a little dog, when we’re not having wild sex all over the house or going on missions? That’s crazy! That’s just crazy!”
“Right,” Warren says. “Clearly not something you’ve ever given any serious thought to. Certainly not in any detail. So what kind of dog would you want?”
“A beagle,” I say. “But I’m telling you, I don’t ever think about things like that! It’s not going to happen! Ever! You just need to - ”
Just then Professor Xavier wheels in and interrupts my tirade. “Jean, dear, don’t you have a study group in an hour? Cytology, I believe?”
“Yes,” I say. “But I told Scott I’d stick around. He’s trying to figure out what’s wrong with the electrical system, and I feel better if there’s someone with medical training around. He might get a shock or something. You know.”
The professor gives me a long look and raises an eyebrow. “Yes, I believe I do. Warren, please tell Scott not to bother with the electrical system any more. I’ve solved the fire alarm issue. And Jean, we won’t be having a powers session today - I believe your telekinesis got quite a good workout last night. What was it, four times?”
"Five," I say weakly.
Damn telepaths.
“I mean, you really have no idea how bad it was,” I tell Warren, digging moodily at my ice cream. “You’re lucky you were out.”
“I share a wall with him - with them,” Warren reminds me patiently. “I really don’t need you to - ”
“I mean, honestly - it’s ‘Oh, Scott! Don’t stop! Oh, Scott!’ All. Night. Long. He’s a teenage boy, for God’s sake! How good could he possibly be?”
“Well, that’s really not something I’ve - ”
“If you ask me, the professor needs to do something,” I say, savagely poking my mocha fudge ripple. “It’s disgusting the way they carry on. Every chance they get, they’re going at it! It’s immoral! Probably illegal!”
Warren clears his throat. “Um, actually, Jean, it would only be illegal if you were with Scott. That whole age of consent thing.”
I give him a death glare. “For the twenty-third time, I am not interested in Scott Summers that way. I think of him as my little brother. He’s almost 10 years younger than I am! He’s a child, for God’s sake!”
“Emma Frost doesn’t think so,” Warren points out.
“That bitch,” I growl. “Don’t get me started.”
“Well, I really wasn’t going to. As a matter of fact, I think you should just - ”
“I mean, honestly, is there anyone here who thinks that relationship - if you could even call it that - is a good thing? Anyone at all? She doesn’t understand Scott. She doesn’t understand him at all. At all. She doesn’t get how sweet and sensitive he is. What does she want from him but nonstop sex every time the professor’s out?”
“She does seem to be getting it,” Warren points out. “And Scott doesn’t seem to object.”
“Well, it’s just disgusting,” I say. “I tell you, I’ve never been so happy to live in a house with electrical problems.”
“I heard about that,” Warren says. “Scott’s going nuts trying to figure out what’s wrong with the fire alarm. It went off, what? Four times?”
“Five,” I say. “Thank God for that, at least. She was having fits, but you know how he is. He insisted everyone evacuate as a precaution. Every time. But then we had to stand around outside while she’s half-naked and pawing him. It makes me want to vomit.”
“That might be from all the ice cream,” Warren says. “You’re not supposed to eat it by the gallon.”
“I mean, Scott deserves better than her,” I say. “She’s evil! She’s snotty! And she’s not even a natural blonde! She’s all over him ever chance she gets! It’s sick! And what is he? He’s besotted! It’s gruesome! It’s like watching a baby rabbit date a boa constrictor!”
Warren puts his head in his hands and sighs. “You know, Jean, we go through this every time the professor goes out and Scott and Emma get busy. You’re obsessed. It’s really getting tiresome. And borderline creepy.”
“There’s nothing creepy about my concern for Scott,” I say icily. “Someone needs to care about him. And God knows Emma Frost just sees him as a sex god.”
“You know, Jean, in a few months he’ll be legal. Then you can have him.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t see him that way?” I demand. “It’s not going to happen, Warren!”
“Stranger things have happened.”
“I mean, let’s get real. You honestly think that in 10 years Scott and I are going to be the old married couple of the Institute? That we’ll be living in a little suite with a little dog, when we’re not having wild sex all over the house or going on missions? That’s crazy! That’s just crazy!”
“Right,” Warren says. “Clearly not something you’ve ever given any serious thought to. Certainly not in any detail. So what kind of dog would you want?”
“A beagle,” I say. “But I’m telling you, I don’t ever think about things like that! It’s not going to happen! Ever! You just need to - ”
Just then Professor Xavier wheels in and interrupts my tirade. “Jean, dear, don’t you have a study group in an hour? Cytology, I believe?”
“Yes,” I say. “But I told Scott I’d stick around. He’s trying to figure out what’s wrong with the electrical system, and I feel better if there’s someone with medical training around. He might get a shock or something. You know.”
The professor gives me a long look and raises an eyebrow. “Yes, I believe I do. Warren, please tell Scott not to bother with the electrical system any more. I’ve solved the fire alarm issue. And Jean, we won’t be having a powers session today - I believe your telekinesis got quite a good workout last night. What was it, four times?”
"Five," I say weakly.
Damn telepaths.