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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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"Sorry," Sam apologized. He stood a few feet behind Dr. Grey, propping his still rather unsteady body up by propping himself against one of the fleshy beds. "I, uh, brought you this," he said, extending to Jean the tablet of tracings that she had prescribed him as part of his physical therapy. "You said you wanted to look at them, right?"

Kate stepped further in, and even gave a small wave for good measure.

"Hey, sorry. Was just stopping in to ask about... wait, it is you. Is it?" She had seen her at the meeting but hadn't got a chance to ask which world she was from.

Samus quirked an eyebrow; her so-called stealthiness had apparently failed. She wasn't embarrassed at being caught though (since when did this hunter really value etiquette), but honestly, she didn't expect the woman to notice her while she was poking around the ship.

"Hmn, fine. Samus Aran, who are you?"

Dean rolls his eyes. Damn psychics.

But Jean looks like she's been working way too long, and while Dean appreciates what she's doing for Sam, definitely, he doesn't want her to get sick over it.

"Yeah, and it's really not a good idea to forget to eat." Dean says casually, leaning over her shoulder with his arms folded across his chest.

"Even if it's your so-called 'superior officer?" McCoy said, more playfully than anything else. The only time he was going to be a complete hardass around his peers is in the line.

"I figured everyone's fought through the culture shock enough that we should be able to get to know the folks we're going to be working with on a daily basis. My name's Len."

Jean glanced over her shoulder and a smile formed on her lips. "Yes, I did," she said as she rose to her feet and reached over taking the tablet from him. She flicked through them and nodded, obviously satisfied with his progress.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her gaze moving over his face. "You look a little tired, why don't you sit down and we can chat a little," she said and suddenly a rolly chair rolled over to where Sam was.

No rolly chair of doom here.

Jean's eyebrows furrowed as she studied the woman before her. "Uh, last I checked I was me... Why?"

Wow - politeness on this ship seemed to be almost non existant.

"I'm Jean Grey... I'm one of the doctors here now... Did you need something?"

"I'm good," Sam said, easing himself down into the seat. "I mean, I guess I just wish this could all be over already. I'm getting a little stir-crazy not being able to leave the medbay. I just feel like I should be doing something."

"Uh, I wasn't aware I'd suddenly enlisted...." Jean said as she turned in her chair to get a better look at McCoy.

She did offer him a smile though, she's a nice person. "I think you're right though. I'm Jean," she said, rising to her feet as she introduced herself. "So what do you think of the ship so far?"

She could have just read his mind, but Jean wasn't normally into scanning people's thought too much without their permission.

"You are doing something," Jean said, pulling her chair over to Sam and sat back down. "You're getting yourself better - and that's a lot."

Dean - not nice to think not so nice things about psychics. Naughty you!

"And have you tried to eat the stuff the ship tries to pass off as food?" Jean demanded with a trace of amusement. Someone worrying about the doctor. Cute.

"Yeah, I know," he gave a halfhearted nod. "I guess I just feel kinda useless right now."

Jean flashed Sam a knowing smile. "And what exactly would you like to be doing Sam?"

"I don't know," he shrugged uncertainly. "Tryin' to find a way out of here? Maybe even helping that Sawyer guy done in the Vatican and getting that ready. Anything but just sitting here and being completely worthless."

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.

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

"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..."

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

"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."

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."

"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."

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