33 Apocalypse to a Mainland Penthouse Suite, Saturday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's Saturday had begun the same way as all his days did lately: He blearily squinted at his screeching alarm, checked his email, and then went back to whatever legal text he'd dropped by the side of his bed before falling asleep.

It turned out that law school was hard. Which he'd been told, but somehow he'd imagined he'd be immune from everyone else's experiences. He frowned hard at the page in front of him, willing the text to resolve itself into something he could follow in any language he knew.

"I wish I didn't have anything to do," he said aloud, because at some point after Kaidan moved out he'd turned into the type of person who talked to himself. "Just one weekend off, someplace nice, with Emma. That's what I wish for."

There was a flash of light and a whirring noise, and suddenly Jack was in the fanciest hotel room he'd ever seen -- all white, with a plush rug an inch thick over polished hardwood floors. The bed he sat on was as big and soft as a cloud. And even better, he wasn't the only one on it. He poked the lump under the blankets beside him.

"Emma, the island's being weird in our favour this time...."

[OOC: For she who is mentioned, please!]

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[icecoldfrost]

"Mmurf?" asked the lump next to him, and it snuggled closer to him, making a happy sound.

...that was a 'Jack?' in pre-coffee Emma-ese. Because really. You can't expect her to be verbal and coherent before she's had her caffiene.

[bitten_notshy]

"Hi," he whispered, and then kissed Emma's hair before going to find the coffeemaker. "You might want to open your eyes."

He wasn't going to make more demands before he handed her coffee. He wasn't stupid.

[icecoldfrost]

He was the cleverest boy to ever clever and not stupid at all, and that was why Emma liked him so very much!

Eventually the concept (and scent) of coffee permeated her brain, and her eyes fluttered open. "Wha?" she managed blearily as she sat up, clearly wearing a shirt stolen from him and little else. "How...?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Magic," Jack said, wiggling the fingers on his non-coffee-holding hand as if to demonstrate. "I said something about how I wanted to be with you and not studying, and here we are now. I'm not going to pretend to understand how it works, but I think we should appreciate it as long as it lasts."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma squinted at him blearily at made 'gimmie' hands at the coffee. "You magically teleported me and I slept through it? Bad form -- and bad science, how can I analyze it when I'm sleeping? -- Mr. Priest," she replied. "Normally I am ethically opposed to magic, but it made sure we had coffee and fluffy pillows."

[bitten_notshy]

"In theory I agree with you," Jack nodded. "It's powerful magic we don't understand. It could be a trap. But" --he yawned -- "I can't get too upset about anything that puts me in a nice room with my half-naked girlfriend."

[icecoldfrost]

"I could be an all-naked girlfriend, but I want coffee first," Emma offered sweetly, patting the bed next to her. "I'll take the risk of being naked around magic for coffee."

"Any idea where we are?"

[bitten_notshy]

"You're a daring woman," Jack told her, and sat on the bed before passing her one of the mugs. "Drink this and I'll try to figure out where we are. I'm not smelling anything beyond the usual. Hotel, city, a river someplace not too far away."

[icecoldfrost]

"So long as your clever nose isn't telling us we're on another world, that's good enough for me, for now," Emma replied, making sultry eyes at him over her lovely lovely coffee. "Although I wish I had my phone, just in case we need to place an inter-dimensional call for rescue."

With that, there was the sound of air being displaced, and Emma's phone appeared mid-air, hovering for a moment before dropping down on to the bed.

The string of French curses startled out of Emma was both creative and impressive.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack looked at the phone, looked at Emma, and said -- as coolly as he could manage -- "If we're playing it that way, I wish I was six inches taller with a swimmer's arse."

Followed by a string of curses of his own, as it turned out rapid growth hurt and left Jack's clothes far too snug. Happily, the island understood that he didn't want said swimmer's arse to appear anywhere except attached to his body, or this might have become very awkward indeed.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma quickly grabbed for Jack's coffee, least he drop it and his new six inches get burned by hot liquid. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," she blurted out, eyes wide. "How...what..."

"...roll over so I can check out your ass."

PRIORITIES, PEOPLE.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed and obligingly turned around to give her a full view. He even wiggled a bit.

"I thought you liked the ass I already had!"

[icecoldfrost]

"I do! Did. But I have to see if it worked. For Science," Emma replied obligingly, setting both coffees on the end table to give the wiggle a swat. "Fandom, I take back every terrible thing I have ever said about you."

[bitten_notshy]

"The things we'll forgive for a nice bum," Jack sighed, and laid back down next to Emma. "What else should we do while this lasts?"

He assumed wishes wouldn't keep coming true forever. But that just gave him more incentive to enjoy it.

[icecoldfrost]

Oh Jack, why did you ask that? Emma smiled wickedly. "I wish for unlimited free room service, starting with a bottle of champagne and a proper breakfast for a growing Jewish werewolf who just shot up six inches," she announced, waving a hand in the air. "Make it so!"

She had barely finished speaking when there was a knock on the door, followed by a faint 'Room Service! We're here with your complimentary breakfast?'

"I am so using my new powers for Evil." Emma, do not sound so gleeful about that.

[bitten_notshy]

"The only problem is, we've made two wishes each -- at least -- and who knows how many we'll get," Jack said, once the room service waiters had set up and left and only ogled Emma a little along the way. "I wish I knew how this was going to work so I could plan properly."

And then he did.

[icecoldfrost]

Ogle away, waiters. Yes, Emma knows she's hot. It's okay to envy Jack and how much fantastic sex he's going to get this weekend, since you brought them food!

There was café con leche and breakfast steaks and kosher omelets... and then Emma was distracted from the food as she felt information appear in Jack's brain. "That...did you just...?" Emma narrowed her eyes at him. "You know now, don't you? I sensed the information just... pop-up."

[bitten_notshy]

"That's not creepy at all," Jack sighed. He helped himself to an omelet with soy cheese and some steak. "But yes, I know. We get five apiece and they're good until six tomorrow night. Thank-you gift from the island, I suppose."

[icecoldfrost]

"My powers are not creepy!" Emma protested, stung, but then his words sunk in and she looked at the comforter, twisting her fingers in it. "Oh. Just until tomorrow? Are you sure?"

"Then I shouldn't bother asking for...nevermind."

Because the next words that had been about to cross her lips when Jack said five wishes, was to wish for her brother back, alive and well. Emma didn't deny that she was a selfish person, and wishing for world peace would have taken a backseat to getting Christian back.

"I guess that means we'll have to be clever, hrm? Maybe write out a list and figure out how we want to spoil ourselves!"

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't think we can bring back the dead, anyhow," Jack told her, because it wasn't too hard to guess what she'd been thinking. "So the question is how decadent can we be without somehow ending the world."

He looked wistful. "Would it be too ... counter the spirit of the exercise to ask to hear from Sebastien, do you think? I just want to know what he's doing."

[icecoldfrost]

"Maybe I was going to ask for mutant equality and civil rights," Emma fibbed, shoving it all down and pulling her old scars closer to her heart, where she could pretend that they weren't so visible to Jack. Well, not a total fib, that was going to be her next wish. After.

She was still hurting from the swinging between 'magic can fix it' and 'not past Sunday,' and so Emma didn't voice the first comment that came to her lips. It would be petty for her to ask if Sebastien counted as 'bringing back the dead,' so Emma brushed the thought from her mind.

"Considering that the 'spirit of the exercise' let you put a half-naked woman in your bed, no, I rather doubt it's out of bounds," she teased instead, shifting over to brush a soft kiss across his shoulder. "How about I set up breakfast, and have room service bring us up some nice, warm fluffy robes, and you use my phone to make the call? If that's your wish, then I'm sure his number will be pre-programmed in."

[bitten_notshy]

"And I was going to ask for supernatural rights and an end to all discrimination," Jack said, smiling at her lopsidedly. "But since it'd just go away in a day or so ... better to waste them on ourselves, eh?"

He took Emma's phone and gave her an apologetic look. "Thank you. I promise I won't be a moment." With that, he took a few steps toward the bathroom for the sake of privacy.

[icecoldfrost]

<<Take your time. And while he's startled that you found him, weasel an address out of him so that you can send letters regaling him of your academic exploits,>> Emma replied silently with a gentle touch of their minds. She let Jack feel her withdraw, giving him privacy in more ways than one (although she was still keeping her 'emergency' thread on him, just in case) as she picked up the phone in the living area of their posh suite to call room service.

A few moments later, freshly warmed robes were delivered, and Emma slipped into hers, tucking Jack's under the blankets on the bed to keep it warm, before she started digging into breakfast. He could have privacy... but in the meantime she was going to drink the coffee he was sweet enough to make before devouring her omelet and had a steak and half the café con leche. Ooo... there were eggs-in-the-basket and waffles, too... fresh fruit and bread and peach juice to make herself a Bellini...it was like the wish had taken into account both werewolf and mutant metabolisms. Bliss.

[bitten_notshy]

No more than five minutes had passed before Jack returned from the bathroom, looking as though he were slightly embarrassed to have been in there to start with.

He sat down silently across from Emma and spread jam thickly onto a slice of toast before glancing up at her. "He says hello."

Yes, he knew more than that. No, he wasn't going to shove it at Emma if she didn't ask.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma blinked at him over her large forkful of waffle, chewing quickly so she could swallow and use her 'outside voice.' "That was quick, darling. How'd he even know I was here?" Her eyes widened slightly. "If he's in the same damn hotel and overheard me proposition you through the walls, I am going to take issue with your wish-making talents."