I wrote ahead like crazy the last few days since I was home sick. I think you guy will enjoy this part. Have fun!
Scott can't help but look at Sybil with admiration as he sits across from her at the breakfast table. Never had he seen anyone squander that much money in so little time. The stack of cheques keeps on growing with every curly signature that is made. "You're really something else, you know that?" he says, making Sybil grin up at him sheepishly, a light blush dusting her cheeks, before dotting down another charity at the top of a check, followed by a five figure number.
"There." she states, putting the last one on the stack before her. Never having cared much for money, she decided to put her inheritance to good use. She hasn't given it all away, just in case she would need anything, but the majority of it, she decided to give to charities she knows of that could use the money better than she does.
"Now, I'll go pack my things and then we can go." Sybil states, gathering the dishes before making for the kitchen. "Take your time." Scott tells her, pouring himself another coffee. They're on their own since Penelope left earlier that morning. Of course they had to explain what happened before while she was away and boy, did she nearly blew a casket. Earlier, Scott called on his father to tell him that he arrived safely in the first place, but then he had to explain what happened. His dad's reaction also was one not to be soon forgotten.
After Sybil finished packing and making sure that some things were put in storage, Scott put away the luggage in his car. "Are you ready?" he asks attentively as Sybil takes a last look at the home she grew up in. She nods silently before taking a seat on the passenger's seat. Scott sits down behind the wheel, smiling at her comfortingly. "Let's go home." he tells her before starting the engine and driving towards the airport.
Soon enough they find themselves on the plane towards the states, from where it will be easier to get to base. They will only have to drive a little while to a smaller airstrip where Scott knows a jet will be waiting for them.
The trip is a silent one as Sybil still seems to get lost in thought many times, worrying Scott a little, but he knows she'll be fine eventually. She just needs some time and to have people around her that care for her.
Scott purses his lips as he watches the wind pull at the trees, ripping the last leaves of them before they are carried away with high speed. The rain is clattering loudly on the large windows of the airport. This is some freak storm.
He draws his attention away from the world outside as Sybil appears from the bathrooms, looking a little pale still. The last hour of the plane ride had been rough and left her queasy. With pity, he had watched her dart for the toilet on a few occasions on the plane, making the flight attendants scowl after her as she was supposed to remain seated. He supposed Sybil was too embarrassed to hurl in the paper bag like some of the other passengers.
As soon as they landed, they looked for a shop where she bought a toothbrush and some toothpaste, in high need to do something about the bad taste lingering in her mouth.
"How are you feeling?" Scott asks, rubbing Sybil's arm gently as she smiled up at him tiredly. "A little better." she croaks, her throat raw from the exercise it got earlier. "I think it's better to head for a hotel for now. The weather is not letting up for a while longer. TB1 would be fine in this weather, but I'm not risking it with a small jet. Besides, you look like you could use some sleep." Scott explains. Sybil couldn't argue with him and nods gratefully before they go in search of a hotel. Sadly, it would not be easy.
"Sorry sir, there is no room left." "I'm sorry, we're packed since so many flights were canceled." "I'm sorry, we just gave the last room away." "Oh! You're in luck!" Scott had to blink in surprise. Frankly he had given up hope in finding a room. "We have one room left. You came just in time." the elderly hostess smiles brightly, not concerned as a large branch break off from the tree at the entrance, smacking loudly onto the pavement.
Scott smiles in relief. "Great!" he states, before his smiles falters a little. "Er, one?" he asks, just to be sure. The lady nods at him. "The very last." she confirms, making Scott swallow hard. He glances back at Sybil who is waiting in the lounge with their luggage, her head bobbing up and down as she threatens to fall asleep at any moment. He then glances at the man standing behind him, who has raised his brow at him indignantly, a suitcase at his side.
Scott turns back to the lady. "We'll take it." he says, hearing the man behind him sigh loudly before he walks off into the streets with his suitcase. Scott feels a bit bad, but he was there first and there is no way he can keep dragging Sybil around for any longer. They will just have to make do with what they've got.
Scott pays and receives the key before hoisting Sybil up from her seat. She sluggishly follows him through the dark hallway and up a few flights of stairs before reaching a door with a golden number 34 on it.
Opening the door, he is happily surprised at the cozy room. It has all the necessities and looks comfortable. He breathes a silent sigh of relief when he notices the two single beds. This means he doesn't have to sleep on the floor like he expected. There was no way he would not let Sybil sleep on the bed and for the sake of both of their modesty he would not dare share a bed. The thought alone makes him blush.
Sybil groans in satisfaction as she lets herself fall on the closest bed, snuggling the pillow. "Oh thank God." she breathes, smiling widely in happiness at the simple comfort before closing her eyes. Scott smiles, knowing he made the right decision.
"I'll go see if I can find us some food. I'll be right back." he tells her quietly before leaving the room and making his way back downstairs. When he comes back up carrying a tray, he can tell that Sybil is already far of into dreamland. She breathes quietly, her hair splayed in every direction as she lies in the same position he left her.
Putting the tray down, he grabs a spare comforter from the closet before covering Sybil up. It's not all that warm in the room. Reaching out, he gently wipes the tangled locks from her face, tucking them behind her ear. He can't help but stare for a moment at the peaceful look on her face.
Sitting down on his own bed, he grabs the remote of the tiny TV, turning it on and quickly lowering the volume before it wakes Sybil up. He reaches for the tray, grabbing a wrapped sandwich and a carton of milk before settling down, eating the simple dinner in silence as he watches a random movie.
He must have been halfway through the second movie before movement at the corner of his eye catches his attention. He looks over to see Sybil staring at him dazed. His heart flies to his throat at the surely unintentionally sultry look.
"S-sandwich?" he asks, scolding himself at the light tremor in his voice while grabbing the leftover pack and holding it out to her. She sighs as she gets up slowly, trying to untangle her hair with one hand and taking the sandwich from him with the other.
She quickly covers her mouth as she starts to yawn. "How long have I been sleeping?" she wonders, glancing at the TV to see what's on. "Not that long." Scott tells her, before motioning his head to the TV. "Singing in the rain." he says, making Sybil grin in a silly, almost embarrassed way. "I love Gene Kelly." she admits, making Scott chuckle. "You're not the only one I bet."
Sybil's stomach growls angrily as she quickly opens the packet of her sandwich, hungrily digging into it as her eyes fixate on the TV. Her bed is not that well positioned to see the movie that well, mostly looking at the side of the TV. What a bother.
She's surprised when Scott moves over and pats the space beside him. Smiling and slightly blushing, she moves over to sit next to him, settling against the headboard as she curls her legs underneath her. It takes her a moment to get into the movie as she is perfectly aware of Scott's body heat radiating off of him beside her. She worked hard on avoiding his gaze for that time, knowing her face would be beat red.
Scott couldn't contain his chuckle as Sybil got caught up in the movie, singing along silently with the refrains of the main theme as her sock clothed feet move in the rhythm. She turns to glare at him lightly, daring him to comment. He can't help himself. "Oh don't mind me. That doesn't sound bad at all. Maybe we should arrange a meet and greet with Mr. Kelly so you can show him your talent."
"Oh shush!" she scolds, grabbing the pillow from behind her and smacking him with it, only to make him laugh harder. Sybil can't help but join him, not used to seeing Scott like this and feeling highly amused at seeing him let go of his usual professional conduct and turn into the laughing mess he is now.
"Oh, I should tell Gordon of your crush on Gene Kelly. He'd have a field trip." Scott manages to sputter out before nearly tearing up at the look on Sybil's face. "Don't you dare Scott Tracy! And it's not a crush!" she huffs, smacking him again for good measure as he looks at her disbelieving. He catches the pillow before she can plant it in his face and continues to snicker.
"You're impossible." Sybil huffs, deciding to push against him. He was unprepared and flails his arms around for a second, before grabbing onto the nearest thing to steady himself, that being Sybil's outstretched hands. He's too far off the edge already though and crashes off the side of the bed, pulling Sybil with him who squeals in surprise.
Her breath is knocked out of her lungs as she lands on Scott's hard chest roughly. She blinks for a moment to gather herself, finding them both stuck in the small space between the bed and the wall. Her heart is beating rapidly and so is his she can tell.
Feeling completely awkward, she reaches up, managing to grip onto the comforter. She tries to pull herself up, but only manages to pull it off the bed and over their heads.
Scott, blinks before laughing again, momentarily forgetting the embarrassing situation to find the hilarity of it. Sybil pouts up at him, managing to look up at his face in their cover of darkness. She feels the blood rush to her cheeks as she becomes fully aware of his body beneath her as she shakes from the tremors Scott's laugh cause. Also, she can distinctly feel his hand on the small of her back.
Seeing as she needs his cooperation to get out of the spot they find themselves in, she pokes him wherever she can reach in the narrow space, which happened to be the top of his rib cage. He twitches at the motion, making Sybil bite her tongue to keep from laughing. "If you're done Scott, we should probably get out of her." she tells him, congratulating herself for her steady voice despite feeling nervous.
He finally stops laughing, as he seems to get his bearings again, his cheeks dusting pink as her breath tickles his neck. His eyes still hold that amused twinkle though. "Right. Sorry." he apologizes, before reaching up and grabbing onto the side of the mattress, trying to lift them both up with one arm, but only loses his grip, making them crash down again.
"Oh!" Sybil groans as her forehead smacks into Scott's shoulder. "Did you hurt yourself?" he asks, looking down at her. "Man, you're bony." she grunts in reply, making him snort. "Gee thanks." he scoffs, making her huff in amusement.
"Hold on." he mutters, managing to plant his hands on the side of the bed, trapping Sybil between his arms. He also manages to wedge a knee against it before he pushes against the abnormally heavy bed. He manages to move it some though, making Sybil's body roll of him, her head still trapped between his outstretched arms.
"There we are. Free at last." Scott states, smiling at the flushed woman in his arms, his breathing a bit harder than usual at the strain. He knows he should move from their spot on the floor, the comforter still stifling them in its warmth as the lay there under it still. He can't though. There is something, something in Sybil's eyes that is holding him back.
Sybil barely manages to swallow the lump in her throat as she gazes up at Scott, feeling frozen in place. She hardly registers Debbie Reynolds' voice as she sings 'Would you' silently in the background. Her voice muffled by the thick comforter haphazardly thrown over their heads.
Her lips start to tingle as she feels Scott's breath hitting them and she blinks, startled, as he seems to appear much closer than before. "Scott…" she just manages to breathe before his lips capture hers, effectively stopping her train of thought before it even got running.
For a moment, not knowing how long, they are lost in each other: Scott's lips pressing tightly against Sybil's as he holds her waist with the arm she's not laying on. Sybil's hand founds its way around his back, grasping onto his shoulder tightly.
They part as the need for air grows above that of each other. Breathing hard, they look at each other for another long moment. Both wondering if they did something stupid just now, wondering if the other is offended, wondering if the other is okay with it, but also not finding any regrets or feeling the need to say 'sorry'.
Scott finally smiles tenderly; grabbing hold of Sybil's hand that made it's way towards his face. He throws the comforter off them before pulling himself and her up to their feet. He drapes the comforter back over his bed before shoving the bed back to its original place while Sybil watches him silently. She blinks surprised as he sits back on the bed before patting the spot next to him again. She can't help but smile shyly as she returns to her spot next to him, though now leaning into Scott as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.
Grabbing a packet of chips that still lay on the tray on his bed stand, he opens it before offering Sybil some. She grabs a handful, before looking back to the TV as Scott does the same. Together they watch until the end of the movie in silence.