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Work As Usual

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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"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.

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

~~Awwww. No love for Sammy...~~

"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.

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."

"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."

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."

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.~~

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."

"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."

"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!!~~

"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?"

"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?"

"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?"

"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."

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

"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."

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?"

"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."

"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?"

"I don't know," Sam said with uncertainty. "I guess. Maybe someday. But it's just not in the cards right now. May not ever be."

Jean looked at him a bit surprised. "For personal reasons or just the fact that you're stuck on this ship?"

"Um..." Sam shifted uneasily in his chair. Technically he wasn't supposed to be sharing too much of what his family did. Hell, he'd gotten on Dean's case the past few days for doing that very thing,even though Sam had already shared quite a bit with Kate, Leela, Cybil, and Xander. But, considering Jean had been the one inside his head, helping him to reorganize his memories, he doubted there wasn't anything she couldn't just take from his head if she wanted to.

"You, uh, you saw what my family does, right? You know, when you were helping me and everything? Well, that's basically why. I mean, it's not exactly safe and we're pretty much on the road all the time so settling down is pretty much impossible. And, over the years, we've made our fair share of enemies who'd like to see us dead or hurt the people we care about. So, settling down and doing the whole white-picket fence and minivan kinda life isn't really something we'll probably ever have."

Jean had seen what his family does, and while she understood why he'd feel that he couldn't have a 'normal' life... A part of her wonders what normal is anyway, and that it's sad that Sam can't have what he considers normal.

"Well, you're not there now," she points out gently. "Not that I think you should go amongst the crew and try to find someone to start a family with." She grins at that one - she's really honestly not saying that.

"But, friends surely? We're all basically trying to do the same thing here. Get back to our worlds and lifes. Making friends wouldn't be such a bad thing to do."

Sam nodded, reflecting on what Jean had said. "Maybe."

He is silent again for several moments as he considers whether making friends will actually be worth it if they're just going to end up getting split up again to go back to the craziness that is their own world.

"So, what about? You got a family?" he asked, finally jarring himself back to the conversation.

"Well yes of course," Jean said shifting slightly in her seat. She doesn't talk a lot about her family.

"But I really consider the people I worked with my family." She frowns slightly a pang of sadness washing through her, but she quickly shook it off.

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