Who: Scott and OTA When: Thursday Morning Where: Laundry Room What: What else would he be doing in a laundry room?
Scott's arm was pretty badly injured by the slash from the scalpel during the fight with Sinister as he and Jean saved Lorna. There was a huge bandage on his arm covering the gash, and he felt completely useless as he tried to wait for it to heal. This morning he was trying to do laundry in the laundry room, but every time he reached for the dirty clothes or the soap he winced. Scott hated being injured. He liked doing things for himself, and he hated being useless. This morning he was definitely feeling useless. And slow. It was taking him far, far too long to get his load in the washer.
At least doing this simple chore was affording him time to think. Poor Lorna, and poor Alex. They were so young, so vulnerable. And with a child on the way... Scott could only imagine what they must have been going through--all they'd been through since they'd been together. He wanted nothing more than to protect them. He was insanely thankful that Lorna and the baby were all right, and that Alex had recovered and reunited with them.
Scott was also thinking about the way Jean and Logan interacted. And the hickey he'd seen on her neck over Christmas. He was imagining the two of them together. They'd always had a thing, hadn't they? And now Scott was going to have to fight for her. Against Logan. He didn't like that idea at all.
He was lost in thought when someone else came into the room.