Hotel Room *handwavy*, Monday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack hadn't expected much from Emma after their run-in with Adrienne. He'd stayed with her, taken her shopping, talked of nothing. He assumed she'd tell him more about her sister when she felt like it, or never.

His curiosity about the Frosts was itching at him. Sometimes, even when it was important, it was hard for him not to treat people he cared for as potential witnesses.

Perhaps especially when it was important.

She'd stayed in his hotel room that night, and now it was morning. He stroked her hair, trying to decide if they should go off the island again today.

"Are you awake?"

[OOC: For one, NFB.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"No," Emma lied, keeping her eyes closed. She rather wanted to stay in bed all day, letting Jack fuss, but she knew he had to get back to London and she did have class eventually. "Fast asleep."

[bitten_notshy]

"Impressive," Jack noted. "I'll have to ask Triela if you're talking in your sleep all of the time now."

[icecoldfrost]

"Think she'd actually tell you?" Emma asked, finally sitting up and brushing her hair from her face. The shirt she'd borrowed from Jack to sleep in pooled about her shoulders, still slightly too large to fit her properly.

[bitten_notshy]

"It would probably depend how nicely I asked," Jack guessed. The truth was, Triela discomfited him, so he didn't spend much time with the girl.

Looking at Emma, he added, "We'll have to find you something to wear to class, won't we? Or are you playing hooky?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm the TA to a telepathic teacher," Emma said wryly, amused at the irony. "If I skip, I'm rather sure Miss Kerrigan will start up a litany in my head."

"I have that and French Club, but if you're willing to indulge me, I'll play hooky from the rest of life today." She looked down at herself with a small smile. "But I will have to find something to wear."

[bitten_notshy]

"As if I'm ever unwilling to indulge you," Jack said, though he didn't entirely mean it. There were, after all, lectures to get to and a Sebastien to check in with. But for the moment, he was hers.

"I'm sure someone at the hotel could send something up," he suggested. "Or I could run into town. Or you could go to class as you are."

[icecoldfrost]

No, he didn't entirely mean it, but he wanted to, and that was good enough for today.

"Go to class in your shirt and my pants? Jack, what will people think?" The smile didn't quite reach her eyes, but it tried. "I have tactics first period, but perhaps we can fit in a nice lunch somewhere off-island before you have to flee for class."

[bitten_notshy]

"I can manage lunch," Jack answered, reaching softly for her hands. "How are you feeling this morning?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Tired," she admitted, averting her eyes slightly. "It was a very busy weekend."

[bitten_notshy]

"Adrienne seems like she'd be exhausting," Jack said sympathetically. "I hope you left a bruise."

[icecoldfrost]

"I can't believe I did that," Emma said, her tone still slightly disbelieving. "I can't... I mean, she totally had it coming at that point, but I can't believe I did that."

[bitten_notshy]

"No doubt it's the influence of the ill-bred members of your social circle rubbing off on you," Jack said, sounding and feeling utterly disgusted. "We're all terribly violent."

He had no doubt but that Adrienne would agree, and it made him hate her even more.

"Alex is trash, by the way. She was quite free with that opinion."

[icecoldfrost]

"I hate her." Emma clenched her hands, feeling utterly helpless and hating it. "I can't believe I sunk to her level and actually hit her." Even if had been self-defense of her sanity at that point.

She sighed and squeezed her eyes closed. "What other hateful things was she spewing?"

[bitten_notshy]

"You don't want to know," Jack said, rubbing circles on her back. "I think she called me scum, she said nasty things about your social life -- don't worry about it, Emma. She was just spewing hate."

[icecoldfrost]

"Jack, I can't hear her," she confessed, leaning back into his touch. "At all. There's just a blankness where she should be, and I don't know why."

"So I need to know what she said, in case there's some hint of what she's got up her sleeve. And so I know who I need to go apologize to."

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't think you need to hear it," Jack said stubbornly. "You trust me. If she'd given some hint about a plan, I'd tell you -- but she didn't. It was just ugliness and bad assumptions. It's not anything I'd want poisoning my head."

[icecoldfrost]

"You shouldn't have had to hear it in the first place," she said bitterly. "I'm sorry."

[bitten_notshy]

"I can take it," Jack said dismissively. "Besides, I got off easy. You grew up with the woman."

[icecoldfrost]

"I should have gotten Raven to teleport her off the end of the Causeway the moment I knew she was here," Emma grumbled. "I don't even know how she found me!"

[bitten_notshy]

"Could she be like you?" Jack asked, seriously. "She knew things about me that I very much had not told her, but it didn't --" He frowned. "This is daft, but it didn't feel the way it does when you're looking."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma shook her head. "She seems convinced I'm still crazy little Emma," she said bitterly. "That was perfectly clear. If she was a telepath, I doubt she'd think I was insane."

[bitten_notshy]

"Then she has spies," Jack decided. "Or something. She -- knew about Sebastien and Effy. It sounded like she wanted to throw that at you."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was too mentally exhausted to hide her wince at that news. "Spies," she bit off. "I'm not surprised. I've gotten lazy."

[bitten_notshy]

"You had no reason to expect it," Jack answered, with compassion. "You're just trying to live your life. You shouldn't have to dye your hair and change your name to do that."

He leaned back against the headboard. "Do you have any idea who might be tipping her off?"

[icecoldfrost]

"The squirrels?" she suggested, at a loss for any other ideas. "Adrienne mastered the art of bribery by the time she was six, if not sooner."

But reclining Jacks were made to be leaned upon, and Emma moved over, placing her head on his shoulder for support. "I did cut my hair off when I first ran away," she shared. "I did it myself with an old pair of scissors; it wasn't my most flattering look." Which had rather been the point, actually.

"She's going to tell Winston where I am."