Encounters with an Icy Table
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Marvel does.
Chapter 1
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"Sit still." Jean barked.
"It's cold," Scott whined.
"Well, I suppose arguing is a good sign," Jean continued her examination of his wounds. "Oooh. This is a nasty cut."
"It's not that bad," Scott lied, glad that Jean couldn't see him wince through his visor.
"Well, its bad enough that it'll get infected if we don't treat it."
"Anything to keep me here shirtless longer, huh?"
"You wish," Jean laughed, as she reached for the peroxide and a cotton ball. He was partially right, but there was no way she was admitting that to him. Gently, she patted the cut on his shoulder with the cotton ball.
"Ow!" Scott yelped, and scooted away.
"Sit still."
"That hurts," Scott continued to whimper as Jean patted the wound.
"Who would have guessed? Our fearless leader is a big baby when it comes to a little peroxide."
Scott glared at her and attempted to hide his grimace. Jean ignored this as she began work on another cut on his abdomen. Scott jumped away.
"Sit still."
"That tickles," Scott slid further away.
"Scott Summers, get back here!" Jean yelled. Using her telekinesis, Jean held him in place and continued to treat him.
"Oh come on! Let me go!"
Just then, the door opened, and Bobby poked his head in, laughing at what he saw.
"Uh…Jean…the Professor just sent me to check on how our patient is."
"He's fine…"
"She's holding me prisoner."
"He just has a couple of cuts…"
"Save me Bobby!"
"…Which I am bandaging right now. We'll be down in time for dinner."
Bobby exited the room laughing.
"What's so funny?" Hank asked, as Bobby left the med lab.
"The sight in there. Jean's got him shirtless, and she's kneeling down in front of him treating his cuts. Scott's squirming and whining, so she's holding him down with here teke.
"Oh, I've got to see this," Hank laughed, and headed for the door.
"I said, take off your pants!" Jean's voice bellowed from inside.
"Okay…maybe I don't." Hank and Bobby cracked up as they headed downstairs to update the Professor and Warren.
"Get your hand out of there!" Scott yelped, as Jean started toward his inner thigh with a cotton ball. He couldn't let her treat him there; he was worried about his ability to control himself. "I can do this one myself."
Jean conceded, handing him the cotton ball. She watched to make sure he was actually doing it, but not too closely because she didn't want to make it seem like she was staring at the bulge in his boxers.
"Red…Hey Red!" Scott waved his hand in front of her face.
"Huh? Uh…sorry."
"You all set with me?"
"Umm, let me just make sure."
Jean stood up and looked him over. She grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled him forward to look at his back. God he's beautiful. Jean stared at his muscular back for a long time.
Scott was taken by surprise as Jean had pulled him towards her. He shivered at her touch. This touch was much more pleasant than the earlier ones. Instinct kicked in, and he lay his head against her shoulders.
They stood like that for a while. It was an odd sight. He was sitting on the cold table in just his boxers, and she was standing in front of him. The door began to open and they snapped apart.
"Hey guy," Hank smirked. "Dinner's ready."
"How you doing man?" Warren asked, and Scott scurried to get dressed.
"So, uh, where are you cut up?" Bobby laughed.
Scott pointed.
"That one must have been fun," Bobby snickered, as Scott pointed to his thigh. Hank smacked him upside the head.
The guys headed out the door and Jean began to follow them. Scott grabbed her arm and held her back.
"Hey Red," He took both her hands in his. "Thank you." She blushed as he kissed her hand.
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"48…49…50," Bobby grunted, as he lay back. Scott continued on with situps.
"You
done?"
"I thought we were doing
50?"
"Enh. I'm feeling good. I'm going further."
"Where's Hank and Warren. I thought they were going to join us for the workout."
"Warren's always late."
"I should have been late."
"Hank is finishing a project with Jean. Some science experiment. Ready for pushups?"
"No," Bobby whined as he rolled over onto his stomach.
"How many should we
go for?"
"Two."
"Be serious. How about 30? That's not too bad."
"What's with the sudden push in the workout. Could it be sparked by having to take your shirt off for Jean yesterday?"
"Less talking. More pushups."
"You didn't answer my question."
"It was purely a clinical interaction, and it wasn't exactly pleasant. She was being mean."
"Riiight."
"No, really. She was using her teke to hold me down."
"I bet you loved that."
"I was sitting on a freezing cold table in my boxer shorts."
"And a beautiful woman was tending to a cut between your legs."
"It wasn't like
that."
"Wasn't like what?" Warren popped his head in the door.
"Where the hell have you been? Scott's been torturing me."
"Out with Candy. We had a great afternoon."
"So you skipped out on our daily workout?" Scott questioned.
"Oh, I got a workout today, trust me," Warren laughed.
"Well, let's go do the Danger Room session now."
"Scott, you're so boring," Bobby whined. "I want to hear more about Warren's great workout with Candy."
"Come with me. I'll tell you all about it."
Bobby snickered as Warren led him out of the room. Scott shook his head and continued working out.
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"And then she took her…"
"Warren!" Jean snapped. "It's so rude to give details like that."
She and Hank had walked out of the laboratory just as Warren was getting to the juicy part of the story of his afternoon.
"But it was just getting good!" Bobby whined. "This story is saving me from the Danger Room.
"How long had you two been working out for before I got there?" Warren asked.
"Not that long. But he was way too into it."
"Scott's in a workout kick today?" Hank asked.
"Yep."
"He needs to have some fun," Hank mused.
"Well, like I told you," Bobby said to Warren, "Having some, uh, fun, in the future seems to be the impetus behind the working out."
Hank looked at him puzzled. "Oh!" he snickered.
Jean's gaze went from one to the next to the next.
"Something wrong Jean?" Bobby asked.
"I'm not sure…" She walked off in a huff.
Uh oh," Hank laughed. Did he actually tell you that?"
"Not exactly. That's what I was guessing. He wouldn't say anything," Bobby admitted.
"Oh, he's going to kill you," Hank laughed.
"Why?" Warren questioned.
"Because I bet you $20 she's off to the Danger Room to grill him about what he supposedly said to you this afternoon."
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"Hey! What the hell?" Scott snapped, as the simulation suddenly went black around him. Turning, he saw Jean standing by the door. "What did you do that for?"
"What did you tell Bobby earlier?"
"Uh…that he wasn't taking our workout seriously?"
"What else?"
"Uh…that I didn't care what Warren did with Candy earlier?"
"Nothing else?"
"I don't think so. Why?"
"He seemed to have different ideas."
"Oh! That little asshole."
"So you did say other, uh…interesting things to him?"
"No! He wanted to know why I was working out more today. He made his guesses, but I never told him he was right."
"So he was right?"
"I…uh…never told him if he was right."
"Was he right?"
Scott glanced nervously at the ground.
"I don't talk about things like that with the other guys. I'm not like that."
"That's what I thought, which is why I was surprised." She stepped closer to him. "Was he right?"
"Uh…I just feel like I need to be in better shape. I got my ass kicked yesterday."
"You've got nothing to worry about."
Scott's gaze remained on the ground. "You think?"
Jean laughed. "Scott, you have a very toned body."
"You're just saying that."
"No, really."
Scott was blushing. Jean broke the awkward silence. "How are your cuts doing?"
Scott looked up at her, but didn't say anything.
"Scott?"
"Sorry. I was just thinking. Uh…yeah, my cuts are doing ok, I think."
"Do you want me to check them out again?"
"If you think its necessary."
"Have you cleaned them again today?"
"No."
"Med lab. Now," Jean ordered. Scott shot her a look that she was almost sure was a smile. It was a rare sight, and a somewhat puzzling one. What was he after?
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Scott sat on the icy table in his boxers again. It was freezing in the med lab.
Jean was working on his arm.
"This one's infected."
Scott looked at it. It was red and angry.
"Yeah, I didn't look at it this morning."
"I guess I forgot to tell you to clean it daily."
"We kind of got interrupted."
"Yeah…"
Jean looked him right in the eyes. She could always find them behind the glasses. She held the gaze, then broke away from the awkwardness.
"You've got to take care of them. I, uh, need to go check on my experiment with Hank. I lost track of the time." She left in a hurry.
Scott was left sitting, puzzled on the cold table in his boxer shorts.
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