Helena lingered at the back of the pack waiting for an opportunity. Once Jean was engaged in a conversation, Helena approached Emma.

"I am really sorry. I have a tendency to put my foot in my mouth."

"Forget it. I overreacted. Fact is, had that happened a few months ago, I'd have brushed it off."

"Really? What's different now?"

Emma sighed. "Nothing. It is silly."

"What is it? I can be a good listener."

"She happened. Now I am so on edge that I can't stand myself."

Helena grinned. "Which one?"

"The prudish redhead."

Helena smiled, and then suddenly frowned. "Can't she read your thoughts? Surely she knows?"

"No. She can't read my mind. Perhaps if she could, she would stop torturing me. Rub my feet Emma…" came the snarky reply.

"But I thought she was a telepath."

"She is. But so am I. I can keep her out, but only because she would never force the issue. And don't worry; she'll leave your thoughts alone too. As long as you remain calm and don't scream anything in your head, she won't hear you."

"So why not tell her?"

"That'd be worse."

"Why?"

"She's the golden child of the X-Men. I'm hardly known for my immaculate behavior. It's bad enough that Betsy teases me. I can't imagine how insufferable the situation would become."

"So your answer is to do nothing?"

"Well, genius, what would you suggest?"

"Flirt."

"What?"

"That's how I got Dinah."

"Which one is she again?"

"The blonde. She didn't pay any attention to me until I made her."

"How?"

"Playful teasing, the occasional brushing of hands, skin, et cetera. I left her confused. Finally, she started flirting back and the rest is history. Does Jean give you any indication that she is interested?"

"No. I told you, she tortures me."

"I have to admit that I'm a bit surprised at this."

"Why?"

"You're Emma Frost! Whatever you want I am sure you could get. Where's your swagger?"

"Ugh, I have been asking myself the same question for months."

Helena smiled. "Being in love…"

"Is gross."

"I was going to say something else actually. Look, I will watch her for signs, but in the meantime, flirt a little. At least then you will be in control of the situation, and that might make it a little more bearable for you. Worst case scenario you will at least get in some playful touching and surely that will improve your mood some."

"So walk up to her and what?"

"Playfully swat her arm, or…I don't know."

Emma sighed, "I feel like I am in the third grade again."

Helena laughed, "Just don't start pulling her hair."

After the tour was over, the X-Men were shown to their rooms. Helena started, "This one is Storm's. Next one is Betsy's. And the last one is Jean and Emma's."

The redhead was confused. "I'm sharing with Emma?"

"Yeah, sorry. Most of the Tower is under renovation. Remodeling everything has us severely limited on space."

"What?" Dinah started.

Helena discreetly elbowed her girlfriend. "Babe really. You knew that. You guys will be fine right?"

Emma rolled her eyes and walked into the room. "As long as she keeps her feet on her side of the bed."

Jean shrugged and followed Emma into the room. Dinah stood outside of the door and looked at Helena questioningly. "What was that about?"

Helena dragged Dinah down the hall. "I'm playing cupid."

"What?"

"Emma has a thing for Jean. I am helping her flirt."

"You realize this could totally backfire."

"It could. But Emma has got to find her swagger again. I am helping."

"Helena, sweetheart, why are you always in the middle of something?"

Helena grinned and batted her eyelashes, "Because I need to be constantly entertained."

Dinah laughed. "I don't do that for you?"

Helena shrugged, "Meh."

"Don't you think it's odd that there isn't another free room in the Tower?" Jean asked.

Emma shrugged. "You better not snore."

Jean laughed, "You better not hog the covers."

Emma dropped her bag and began removing her shoes.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking off my shoes. One usually does that to get comfortable. Relax. I'll leave my pants on. I don't relish the idea of you assaulting my virtue."

Jean laughed again. "Your virtue? Did you pack that?"

Emma smiled. "No. I very rarely take it anywhere. I imagine it's a bit dusty."

"You are positively wicked Emma."

Emma smirked. "Want to take a shower?"

"W-What?" came the redhead's surprised reply.

"Why are you blushing? I asked if you wanted to take a shower. Because if you do, I'll let you go first. What were you just thinking?" Emma played.

"Nothing, I misunderstood you."

"What kind of a roommate do you think you have? Really, Jean, do you want to shower first?"

"No. Go ahead."

Emma smiled, "Okay. But no peeking while I am in there." And the White Queen sauntered into the bathroom laughing to herself.

"Dear Lord," Jean sighed, "How am I going to survive this week?"

A few minutes later Jean heard the water start and steam started to creep from underneath the bathroom door. Jean bit her lip and contemplated knocking. Eventually she gave in and rapped lightly on the door. "Emma? Is it safe to come in? I wanted to put up some of my toiletries."

"That's fine. I'm in the shower."

Jean opened the door slowly. "I figured I'd unpack. I'll be out in a second."

"It's fine."

When Jean opened the door completely, she saw Emma's leg propped up on the side of the tub. She was rubbing her hands up her leg slowly. Jean couldn't see any other part of Emma, but what she was seeing more than she was comfortable with. She tripped and dropped her toiletries all over the floor. Emma peeked out from behind the curtain. "You okay?"

"F-Fine. I just dropped a couple of things. Sorry."

Emma laughed and went back behind the curtain.

"Shit," Jean muttered to herself.

"Any idea what we are doing tonight?" Emma asked.

"No."

"Huh. Well that makes getting dressed harder for sure."

"Why?"

"Because silly, if we go out that changes the outfit I would wear."

"Ummm, we are on a space station."

"True. I will go with something more modest then."

Jean laughed. "Em, do you own anything remotely modest?"

"I could always borrow something from you. Did you bring your habit?" Emma snickered.

"Funny Emma."

Jean heard the water stop and she was sure for a split second that her heart did too.

"JEAN!"

"What?" Jean's thoughts snapped back into reality.

"What's with you? Hand me a towel please."

Jean grabbed a towel and reached back to put it in Emma's outstretched hand.

Instantly Emma started laughing. "I knew you wanted a peep show!"

"What?"

'What exactly do you think I'll cover with a hand towel?" Emma peeked out of the side of the shower and tossed the small piece of cloth hitting Jean in the back of the head.

"Unbelievable…" Jean muttered. She grabbed a large towel and reached back again.

"Much better." Emma stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around her body. She tucked the top flap under just at the swell of her breasts. The bottom of the towel stopped mid-thigh. "That felt heavenly. You really should do it."

Jean nodded her head after staring a little too long.

"Really, Jean, get in the shower. You seem so tense."