Work As Usual

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean Grey sat at what she considered her 'desk', looking over the notes she'd jotted down after her last session with Sam. Working as usual. Frowning, she reached up, pressing the fingers of her right hand against her temple. Her head was beginning to throb and she knew that it was because she hadn't ventured far from the med lab and honestly she'd been so wrapped up in taking care of Sam that she'd hardly given herself a thought.

It was better that way though. If she kept busy she wouldn't have to think of... Anything else. Of Scott, the Professor, the school and the students.... And not of Logan either. Busy was good.

Lowering her hand, her eyebrows raised slightly, sensing the presence of one of the crew behind her. "You know," she started, her voice soft - keeping her back to the person in question. "It's not really polite to not announce yourself." She's not scolding - it's more... Like a reminder.
 

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[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean was silent for a moment as she tried to think of something helpful to say to Sam.

"Well, how would you feel if I put you to work here?" She suddenly suggested. The med lab might not have been the most exciting place, but she was sure she could find something to help make Sam feel useful.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Ummm...ok," he said. "I mean: Yeah, that'd be great. Doing what, exactly?"

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I don't know," Jean said slowly. "Maybe cleaning out the bedpans?" She's joking Sam!

"No really, I figure you can help me organize my notes and such... Maybe even help me figure out what some of the instruments do..."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

Sam frowned at that last option. "You want me to be a guinea pig?"

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Not unless you wanted to be," Jean said arching a single eyebrow.

"I was actually hoping that you might be able to tell me what some of them were, considering you've been here for a while."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. Sammy is so good with talking to pretty girls!

"Uh...no thanks, I think I'll pass on the guinea pig. If that's ok."

He paused.

"And, I have no idea. I haven't actually spent a whole of time in here. At least, not until now."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm sure I can find something to keep you occupied besides doing the things I already have you doing," Jean stated with a nod.

And not in the dirty gutter minded way either.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Awwww. No love for Sammy...

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Well what are you good at doing?" Jean asked, turning the questioning back to him.

And no, Sammy gets no love - Jean has enough men issues, no need to add to them.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

Sam thinks for a moment. Hunting ghosts, demons and other things that go bump in the night isn't exactly helpful right now, considering. However...

"Well, I was pre-law, so I'm pretty good at research and cataloging stuff."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Well I think I can use your help cataloging stuff then." She motioned toward her desk which was full of files and papers. "I think some of this might be from when Stacy was down."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Scooting his rolly chair over to where the stack of papers lay, Sam picked up several of them and began to look them over only to discover that they were little more than stacks of tracings that he'd been working on.

Ok, Jean, he got the hint: There wasn't bound to be much cataloging to do on a ship equipped with multiple A.I.'s and highly advanced computer systems. Nodding, he set the papers back down. This must have just been Dr. Grey's way of convincing him that--if he really wanted to be productive--he'd be of better use helping her to figure out what the different tools were for...even if it meant being a pseudo-guinea pig.

"All right, all right, I get the hint," he said, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out with an exaggerated sigh. "You need a guinea pig. Well, now you got one."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean looks over at Sam with a confused expression. She could have just probed his mind to figure out what he was talking about - but she'd been in his mind a lot lately and figured it would be best for him to vocalize his thoughts.

"What are you talking about?" She asked before reaching over and picked up an instrument that looked like a combination of a mini saw and something out of a denists office. "You're actually willing to let me use this on you just so I can figure out what it is?"

Damn Sam, you really are bored.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

Sam stares at the saw-like device and, for some odd reason, the image of Dean chopping the head off of a vampire with a chop saw popped into his head.

"...on second thought, maybe not."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think you'd want too..." She chuckled, setting the instrument to the side. "You could just keep me company. Make sure I don't go crazy or something like that."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Ok, yeah, sure...," Sam said with a series of firm nods. A little too firm. Sammy seems a little nervous. Why is Sammy nervous?

"So...uh...you're a doctor, huh?" SMOOOOTH!! Look at me, my name is Sam and I'm SMOOOOOTH!!

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Uh, yes..." She has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, but...

Really Sam?? That's a seriously lame line.

"And you use to be a pre-law student. So, next question?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Uh...ok."

He's not trying to pick you up, Jean. Really, he's not. He's just really awkward talking to pretty girls, who he thinks are pretty. As opposed to pretty girls he has no interest in whatsoever.

"...where'd ya go to school?"

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"High School? or Med School?" Jean asks, but contiues on without waiting for him to clarify. "I went to high school at Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, and I went to med school at John Hopkin's."

Wow, this is fun. Twenty Question!

"And you? Where'd you go?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"A little bit of everywhere, actually," Sam answered with a shrug. "My dad moved us around a lot so we never really stuck to one place long enough. But I ended up at Stanford for four years."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Was it hard moving around a lot?" She asked, though she already had a general idea what his answer would be.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, pretty much," Sam said with another nod. He's oddly seeming less nervous now. Ooooo...has Sammy found game? NO!

"I mean, it made making friends pretty difficult. We never stuck around long enough to really get to know anyone outside of...well, outside my dad's friends."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean nodded her head, figuring she didn't really need to reply much to his comments. "And what made you want to get into law?"

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Sam shrugged. "I guess...because it was stable, ya know? Something I could do where I could settle down somewhere, have friends, maybe get married, have kids. That kind of thing."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"I understand," Jean said nodding again. And she did, though to say her life had been truly stable as of late would be a lie. "Do you still want that?"