Sean rubbed his eyes and looked out over the ocean. Alone at last. This time together with Emma wasn't exactly helping their relationship. And the professor had called and said Moira was on her way. This wasn't going to be easy. Standing, he kicked the sand from his feet, and started walking back to their bunk house. Emma still refused to get another room. For every reason he came up with she came up with a solution. And she'd stolen his money at some point, he was sure of it, so he couldn't get his own room. The woman was infuriating!

He stopped at the door to their room, gathering his strength. Slowly he opened the door and looked in. "Emma? Lass? Are ye in here?" No answer. He breathed a sigh of relief and walk in, flopping down on the one bed. He wrinkled his nose as he laid there, it smelled like perfume. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, and slowly let it out, drifting into welcome oblivion.

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"Sean. Ohhhhh Seeeeaaaaannn." Emma blew in the sleeping man's ear, watching as he stirred. "Wake up darling, I'm even better in real life." His eyes started to flutter and she smiled. "There you go. Upsie daisy!" A knock at the door woke him up faster, and Emma glared. "Go away. We're busy in here." She snapped. The knock turned into a pound as Sean sat up, trying to get out of the bed as fast as he could, even though most of his body was trapped under Emma.

"Would ye get off me lass?!" He pushed hard on her, and she just rolled back.

"You normally like it," she purred.

That stopped him dead in his tracks. His reply was lost under the torrent of Scottish accent that flew from the door.

"Sean Cassidy! Jus' whit is she talkin' aboot!?!?!?!?!"

"MOIRA?!? Emma, get off of me!"

"Oh but Sean, we were having such a good time!"

The door burst open, revealing a bright red Scottish fury. When Moira saw the two of them laying on the bed together, she snapped. How DARE he cheat on her!? "(1) Cassidy! Ye noo good, @&%*$! little son of a #&%(^@(! Git out of tha' bed richt noo! 'r so help me I'll make a woman of 'ee I 'ill! An' ye! Ye noo good mind witch! Jis' lit me git ma han's on ee!"

"Moira, wait lass, ye dinnae understand--"

"(2) Oooo! Aye, A do too! Oh do A eve' unnerstan'! Jist ye wait, Cassidy, I'll come for 'ee too!"

Sean paled at the threat to his life, then tried harder to get off the bed.

"What can you do to me?" Emma asked coolly. Sparks started to fly from Moira's eyes as a latent mutant power kicked in with her fury.

Emma tried to run, but it was too late. The Mimes were after her. Boysenberry pies flew through the air, landing on whatever was white, which just happened to be Emma and her belongings. A scream ripped through the sunny afternoon as The Mimes cornered the defenseless Emma, boring her into shuddering terror. "Please, no more! No more!" She cried, helpless. Another pie landed on her face as Moira finally decided that she'd learned her lesson.

"Moira, lass, ye dinnae understand. It wasn't my idea! And we dinnae DO anythin'!"

Moira approached manicaingly, hands clenched in fury. More mimes appeared from no where, dancing toward Sean with an unspoken plan.

Sean took a deep breath, praying Moira would understand when she woke up, and screamed at just the right frequency. Moira fell to the floor, unconscious, quickly followed by the Evil Mimes.

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"Oooh, ma head! Ma puir head!" She woke slowly, shocked when she found her arms tied to the chair she was in. "SEAN CASSIDY! A'LL GIT YE F'R THIS A WILL!" In the shadows, Banshee flinched.

"Moira, A'm sorry lass, but ye cannae come oot until ye hear what we have ta say."

Moira fumed.

"All this time, Emma's been comin' on ta me. And I've been careful an' true ta ye, an' A havenae done anythin'."

Emma rolled her eyes in the darkness, agreeing. "Not even when I made him such tempting offers. Hmph."

"A'LL NOO BELIEVE IT! A--"

"MOIRA! Ye'd better believe it lass! Show 're Emma."

Into Moira's mind flew images of the days past, Emma trying to get Sean, Sean running for his life, Emma trying to get Sean again, Sean, again, running for his life, Emma with Chris--oops, wait, not that one.(3) Fast-forward! Emma trying to get Sean, Sean running for his life . . . . On and on this went, until finally even Moira had to realize that she was wrong.

"All right a'ready! A git th' point."

Sean sighed with relief and turned the lights back on. Slowly he walked over and untied her. He was thoroughly shocked when she punched his nose, swearing, "(4) But if'n ye eve' e'en think aboot doin' anythin' with 'er, A'll hunt ye doon and cut oof yuir head!" Sean smiled, and kissed her.

Emma's eyebrows rose.

"So he IS going to be teaching sex.ed. soon." and with that she walked out the door.

Twenty-two days left . . .

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (1) Sean! You not perfect man! Please get out of bed sometime soon. Or if you don't I will have to perform a sex change operation on you. And Emma! You not perfect mind somethingotherthanchristanperson! Just let me put my hands on some part of your body! (2) Oh yes I do. Do I ever understand! Please wait a minute and I'll come over to you too! (3) I'm too much of a lady to say what that was! (Hey, enough laughter!) (4) But if you ever think of doing anything with her, such as playing baseball or pattycake, I will find you and do unpleasant things to your body.

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