The X-Project

Nathan finds Moira dealing with the mess in the medlab. They reassure each other as to their mutual intact-ness; he helps her with some of the clean-up, and then carries her to bed.


"That could probably wait until tomorrow," Nathan said, coming in and seeing Moira attempting to clean up some of the mess in her poor medlab. "Wait, it is tomorrow..." Before she could respond, or in fact do more than simply straighten and look at him, he came over and wrapping his arms tightly around her. "You're okay?" he murmured. "I kept track of you the whole time..."

Moira buried her face in Nathan's chest and nodded. "Aye," she said, voice muffled by his shirt. "We've 'ad worse attacks, after all. Jus' nay wit' me like _this_. Felt kind o' 'elpless through it all, though, an' wit' Muir's offices bein' attacked or seemingly attacked..." Everything had gone smoothly, or fairly smoothly, compared to last time. But still.

Nathan rubbed her back gently. "Everyone's okay," he reassured her softly. "Charles is going to have some interior redecorating to do, but that's what deep pockets are for, right?" He drew back a little, just enough to be able to kiss her on the forehead. "Came through it with flying colors, all of us," he murmured, then pulled her closer again, breathing deeply and willing the last of the adrenalin to bleed away.

"Are ye all right?" she asked, grateful to not have the MedLabs suddenly refill again. Not with having to try and cure Henry, and fix Jono, and run around and do half a dozen other things.

"Just fine," Nathan assured her, then sensed the unspoken impulse down the link and took a step back so that she could give him a once-over for herself. "Bit of a headache - I caught a concussion grenade down here, but it's fading already."

Reaching up, Moira caught his chin and tilted his face down to get a good look at his eyes. They seemed alright, so no head injury--again. "Good. An' from th' reports, we 'ave a few minor injuries tha' some first aid an' rest can take care o'. Wanda was in an' out o' 'ere so fast I dinnae think she was actually in 'ere bein' checked out."

Nathan nodded, reaching up and taking her hand, squeezing it gently. "Make sure you get a look at her? She pushed her powers too far, I think." He smiled a bit thinly. "And I don't think our intruders had any idea what the hell they were getting into. I suppose they figured the whole team would have gone with Scott to Edinburgh."

She snorted at that. "We're smarter than tha'--most o' th' time. An' I will, promise. Mostly be an act o' catchin' 'er." Glancing around the room, she sighed mournfully. "Me poor MedLab."

"Shall I help clean up?" Even as he asked the question, he reached out with his telekinesis, and the room started to reorder itself.

"Wha' time is it?" Moira asked, squatting to gather up some loose papers. It was going to take hours to rebuild some of the experiments that had been destroyed, if not longer. Thankfully, all the really important information, projects and what not had been put up or locked down before hand.

"Six am, or thereabouts..." Nathan sighed, bending down to help her even as he continued his remote clean-up efforts. "Been one hell of a long night."

"Aye, ye've got tha' right. 'ell, I was up ta late ta begin wit'. Mainly because I was pissy 'bout nay bein' able ta go to me Edinburgh offices."

He let his hand brush over hers as they collected the papers. "Scott being protective. Can't say as though I disagreed with him."

The mutterings that answered him were obviously out of love for Scott.

"He's pretty pissy himself, I think. Between having fallen for the distraction and taking Lorna with him... I mean, we did just fine, but magnokinesis and cyborgs are such a fun mix when you're on the side of the magnokinetic." Nathan got up, his hands full of papers, and starting to sort them onto the table, touching the link gently to verify what belonged in what pile.

"I can only imagine. We need ta get together an' bemoan our pissiness o' th' entire situation." Looking around at the room, she sighed again. "We're nay goin' ta get this done bein' this bloody tired are we?" She hated, so very much, leaving a mess like this around.

"You should go nap," Nathan said immediately. "I'm still too keyed up to sleep. I can keep at this and come join you in a few hours."

It was so very hard to keep from pouting pathetically at him.

He laughed wryly. "Moira, you can either have the place cleaned up and nap, or you can nap with me. Your pick." And if he nudged her more deeply asleep and came back down here to clean it up anyway, she wouldn't know the difference, would she?

"...I know ye, Nathan an' I'll be grumpy wit' ye an' force me food cravin's on ye if'n I find this place cleaned up when I wake up," she said, growling at him as she went over and slide her arms around him

Nathan gave a weary smile and held her tightly for a moment. "Short nap, then," he said, and then swept her up in his arms. "I think we're going to have a very annoyed parrot when we get up there, by the way. She may insist on sleeping with us."

Moira yelped and then clung to Nathan. "Ye'll give me a bloody 'eart attack," she said, and then snuggled her head into his neck. "Mmm, at least she cannae eat yer pillows this time. Ye'll be on them."

"Silver lining," Nathan agreed.