WHO: Jean and Emma
WHAT: A nice talk and playing with baby Meg
WHEN: In the past
WHERE: The War Room



Emma: Emma had been given use of the computer system in the war room for research purposes, once she was able to prove that she was indeed an X-Man and she wouldn't use the information for malicious purposes. She was researching time travel methods in an attempt to find a way home. Someone had been kind. They had lent Emma a loose sweater and a pair of tan trousers - far from her usual attire, but there wasn't that much in the way of high fashion around the mansion. Next to her, in a small baby buggy the likes of which our own era rarely sees, her daughter was awake and staring with great amazement at the lights on the ceiling.

Jean: And Jean had been informed of her whereabouts by her younger counterpart, who was not entirely sure about Emma's conversion. "Find anything?" She questioned, coming into war room. Oh look, baby.

Emma: "I found many things. Whether or not any of them are useful is very arguable." Emma sighed heavily and turned to look at Jean. She smiled, however, when she saw Jean looking down at her daughter. Because anyone that gave baby attention certainly was good on her list. "How are you?" She rubbed the little tummy, and the baby drooled.

Jean: "I'm alright," she shrugged. "They're a little more at ease with me." Because they knew her. "But I really just want to go home."

Emma: "As do I." Emma scooted her chair closer to the buggy and slipped her finger into the tiny hand. "I've been discrete about who Meg's father is. I don't want to cause more issues in the timestream than the subscription we've dropped on it."

Jean: "Probably a good idea,' Jean nodded, wandering a bit closer and cooing to the little baby. Jean wants one.

Emma: Meg's eyes shifted, looking up at Jean. She made a strange face, her legs kicking once. Emma reached down and smoothed the dark tufts of hair. "Keep that up. She likes it." A small smile. "You can hold her if you want."

Jean: "Can I?" Well that was awfully nice of you Emma. She reached down, letting Meg grab onto her fingers, and cooing a bit more.

Emma: "You helped deliver her. Go on." Emma watched fondly as her daughter grabbed onto the offered fingers, legs kicking again. Red hair. Ooh.

Jean: Apparently babies just like red hair. Jean carefully picked Meg up, supporting her head with one hand. "Hello there, litle lady."

Emma: "Mm, she is, isn't she? And a smart one, too. Not terribly obtrusive. She rarely cries. Well, of course she has to have her feedings, but that's to be expected." Emma settled back in her chair and smoothed her hands over her belly, which still wasn't exacly flat. She had some weight to lose.

Jean: "She takes after her daddy," Jean answered. studying her. I mean, think about it...already not showing emotions.

Emma: "Mmm, she's got his nose and his chin." Emma missed the point of the comment. "She does look like pictures of me at that age." Something shifted in her mood, and she murmured quietly, "She has her parents' X-Gene, as well."

Jean: "Which isn't necessarily a bad thing," Jean answered, looking up at her. Look where she'll be growing up Emma.

Emma: "I had hoped...Well." Emma pushed a lock of hair out of her face. "I'm being silly. Silly hormones, making a ninny of me." She smoothed out a wrinkle on her trousers.

Jean: "You're a mother, Emma. You just want what's best for your child." Normal reaction. Jean winced as a lock of hair managed to find it's way into Meg's fist.

Emma: "I wonder what her mutation will be, whether she'll take after Scott or I or both of us or neither at all." Emma chuckled as she turned back to her terminal, saving and closing each of her files. "Do you see yourself having children with Logan?" Hello.;

Jean: Yes. Hello. Cough. "I'm...not sure," she answered. "Not that I wouldn't like to, but, we hadn't exactly gotten to that point." Still in honeymoon phase, so to speak.

Emma: Emma nodded her head, still finishing closing programs and such. "You two have been fond of one another for quite a long time. I'm not saying that every woman in the world should have a child with the man she loves. Heaven knows I would have never imagined that I would have made a decent mother. I'm surprised I haven't broken Meg already. Though, every parent breaks their child. It's a matter of time." There was something oddly tight in her voice.

Jean: "I just don't know how Logan feels about it," she explained. "And every parent makes mistakes. We just don't repeat the ones our parents did." There were a few things Jean wouldn't do that her mother had done.

Emma: "My parents are hideous people," Emma confessed, still without looking at Jean. "Self absorbed and distant. As I have become. Children inevitably mirror their parents." She winced. "Poor lamb."

Jean: "Emma," Jean said. Look at her for goodness' sake. "You're not your parents."

Emma: Emma nodded her head. She looked up at Jean, at last, with a small smile. "And we have the chance to turn things around, don't we? Be better with our children."

Jean: "Absolutely," Jean agreed. "Just look at what the future brings." She bounced Meg lightly.

Emma: Meg stuck her fist in her mouth, then seemed astonished that it was there. Emma leaned forward, petting her daughter's head. "Me, a mother. The world has gone absolutely mad."

Jean: "You'll be a wonderful mother," Jean answered, handing baby back to mommy. "And you've got a whole school that wants to help."

Emma: Emma appeared subtly pleased at this appraisal. She nestled her daughter's head against her cheek. "Provided that we return to the right time. I have an idea but I'm not sure if it can be done."

Jean: "What are you thinking?" Really, the sooner they got back, the better.

Emma: "We have to create a disruption in the timestream. A controlled disruption, which will take knowledge of the timestream and the power to do it." Emma let out a light sigh. "This is the only time in the time that I have known you that I wish you had the Phoenix Force at your disposal."

Jean: Jean nodded. "It would make things easier." If only for a few moments. "We should talk this over with everyone else."

Emma: A nod. "I hate to tempt great power. No...I don't. Which can make me a great fool, at times."

Jean: A half smile. "You're anything but a fool." Very shrewd at times.