Dad, you're not with it anymore...

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"Tu m'avais dit, dès ma plus tendre enfance "Bien mal acquis ne profite jamais." En grandissant, au fil de l'existence, j'ai vu que ce n'était pas toujours vrai." Carrying a tray of freshly baked muffins, Monet danced around the kitchen singing T'es plus dans le coup, papa. Twirling around the kitchen giddily, Monet smiled as she placed the muffins

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[missingthekeep]

"Ach, not ye as well, lass," Sean says with mild horror when he steps into the kitchen. He may not know Monet all that well, but he certainly knows enough to see (and hear) that is just all sorts of wrong. He doesn't even know where to begin. On the one hand, it's somewhat of a relief to have confirmation that Theresa hadn't just up and decided to go bloody daffy that morning, but...

No, this is just wrong.

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"Sean!" Monet said smiling at delight at seeing her old- HA- headmaster. Throwing her arms around him she gave him a very tight hug and kissed him on both cheeks. "Not me as well...what? Has someone else been baking? I'm making muffins for you and for Theresa. I'm so happy she's here, I've missed her so much."

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Lord, grant me strength.

"Er- 's nothin', dinnae worry yerself 'bout it," Sean bristles at the hug, more due to her particular brand of enthusiasm about it then anything else. "Hafta say, I've been pretty damned pleased ta see her meself," he says uneasily once he's back in control of his own torso.

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"Are you? Oh, I'm so glad that you two are getting along." Monet said not noticing or even aware that Sean wasn't exactly enjoying the hug. Monet was enjoying it. See, she hadn't even cut him to ribbons this time. Not that anyone had ever hugged her when she was Penance. "She really missed you. I missed you, it felt rather strange taking orders from Jamie although he's a very, very smart man. And very handsome too."

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"Aye, ye were both with that X-Factor outfit later on, weren't ye?" he asks, nodding tersely. Best not to act like anything's amiss, he figures, especially since he has no clue what sort of reaction it would garner. "'m sure I was missin' ye, too."

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"And the X-Corps with Terry and Jamie. Jamie is just a darling, a real sweetheart, although conflicted. It's not his fault though, I don't blame him." Monet said honestly with a smile as she took a bowl and began to work the ingredients together. She'd make him the best muffins ever. The best muffins for one of her favourite people on the island. "Oh I hope you were, wherever you were. I do miss the Academy sometimes. Jubilee and Paige and oh, Emma. I miss Emma so much."

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Other than Paige, the names all mean little to nothing to him, but Sean follows along nonetheless. "They all sound like real peaches. A great little crew we had goin', there."

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"They really were. And you... you were the best." Monet said swallowing down a sob. Monet bit her lip as it wobbled uncontrollably almost as if she were about to cry. But that would never happen. Monet never, ever cried... well, certainly not in front of people. "Oh Sean, it's just so upsetting."

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And now she's about to cry. Bloody marvelous.

"Hey now, I'm flattered an' all," says Sean placatingly, stepping closer to her and trying not to look like she's just given him whiplash. Comforting people isn't a strong suit of his, but he's good at pretending. "What's the matter? Whate'er 'tis, it cannae be that horrid. Ye're a tough young lass, now."

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"Oh but it is, it really, really is. And you're so nice," Monet said. She didn't feel like a very tough 'lass', in fact it rather felt like every single ounce of control and reason had been stripped away from her. "You're dead!"

Monet burst into tears. Crying really wasn't a very attractive look for her.

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"I-" Sean starts, looking suitably shell-shocked at her outburst even as he tries to process it. Alright, so he's dead in her time. Had to happen sooner or later, right? Really, he should just be glad that it wasn't sooner, with the life he's led.

None of these thoughts are helping him all that much, but the bawling woman in front of him at least keeps him from getting too caught up in himself. "I'm- hey now, 's alright," he says, pushing back all the questions that are crowding his mind (How? When? Does Terry know?) and reaching out to put an arm around Monet's shoulder. It's not quite an instinctive gesture, but it's close enough.

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"Scott came and told us, it was horrible. Theresa didn't believe it for one second and I always told her she was in denial but secretly I hoped it wasn't true. I never told her that though, I was just horrible!" Monet said, crying harder, as she turned into Banshee and hugged him. He might be a lot younger, and handsomer, than she remembered but he was still Sean. He was still the man she deeply admired.

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"Sounds like it," Sean says flatly, still trying to process it all. He should have suspected something like this from Day 1, really, what with her reaction on seeing him. But he hadn't.

"Er, the situation, o' course. Not yerself," he adds, patting her on the back and trying to stay in the here and now.

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"No, I was horrible. I should've been nicer to Theresa and then when I found out that she too slept with Jamie, I didn't even think about her feelings I just got angry and upset." Monet said pulling back to dab at her eyes and blow into a handkerchief noisily. "You saved me from my brother and Theresa has saved the team more times than I can count but I was just horrible. I'm always horrible. I'm so mean."