Grey's Anatomy Part III
Summary: Another late night encouner.
Jean laid in her bed exhausted but completely awake. Her first week at the institute was hectic but very rewarding. She enjoyed getting to know the students and moving forward with her research. She didn't have much free time at all and it annoyed her that she couldn't go to sleep. Frustrated, she got up and went down to the kitchen to get a snack.
When she arrived at the kitchen, she noticed the lights were on and a familiar figure bent over in the refrigerator. Scott wore basketball shorts that clung just right to his body and a white wifebeater. She couldn't help but admire the view. Scott was true to his word and remained very professional, with polite greetings in the hallways and no awkward stares during dinner or faculty meetings. She had to admit that she missed Scott's direct approach, but she figured it was for the best.
Scott closed the fridge and turned around with a tub of icecream.
"Ok, you caught me." Scott said as he put the icecream down on the counter and took a seat.
"Don't worry about it, I was thinking the same thing." Jean said pulling up a stool opposite from him. It dawned on her that this was their first time being alone with each other since "that" event. "What're you having?" she added.
"Rocky Road." Scott replied while taking out another spoon from a nearby drawer and handing it to Jean. The irony of the flavor did not go unnoticed by Jean.
"Thanks." Jean said, taking the spoon. The both of them starting eating from the tub and making casual talk.
Scott: So, I hope the week went well.
Jean: It did.
Scott: Well, the students haven't driven you off so I assumed as much.
Jean: (giggling) They are a handful.. well at least some of them.
Scott: By some, I take it you mean ALL.
Jean: Yeah, pretty much.. I had to teach a girl how to use a tampon but her powers… wait you know what.. I shouldn't say more.
Scott: Yes, please.
Jean: But I can never forget Wednesday's flag football.
Scott: Ahh yes, the guys versus Piotr.
Jean: I ran out of bandages and stitches, thank god there were no broken bones… I mean it wouldn't have been so bad, if …
Scott: If what?
Jean: If they weren't gawking at me…
Scott looked down and smiled: Well I certainly knows how that feels… my shop class, 3 guys.. 10 girls.. I'm lucky if I can get them to cut a piece of wood in half… and this is 'Advanced Shop class.'
Jean started laughing and she put her head down to. She couldn't help but overhear some of the students talking about Scott and referring him to as Mr. McDreamy. And looking at Scott right now, she had to admit that they were right.
They talked some more, even after they finished the icecream. Jean started to yawn and excused herself.
Jean: Well, I think off to bed now… thanks for the icecream.
Scott: Thanks for the company, but don't think I'm going take it easy on you when you start your Danger Room exercises .
Jean completely forgot about that. This meant that she would see Scott more.
"Looking forward to it." Jean responded as she left the kitchen.
Jean went to bed, but she couldn't stop thinking Scott. She started thinking of that night with Scott. Jean was a telepath, but not a very good one, certainly not the level of the Professor. It took all her concentration and focus to try to guess what number someone was thinking, but she possessed telepathic abilities no less, which enabled her to have remarkable memory. However, that night she was very drunk and all she can pull out from that night was certain images, but it was enough to keep her awake and head into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
Meanwhile, Scott went back to his room and reached for his phone.
"Hey War… you were right about adding red bull to her drink at dinner."
To Be Continued …