Simon and Jean-Paul, backdated 12/17
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om_mainSimon's tapped potential may be profound, but Jean-Paul isn't thrilled to see Simon breaking his brain again.
The headmaster had called Moira in to escort Simon to his room after the meeting with the new student, though Simon argued that he could have made it on his own. In the end, he wasn't sure he could have, his mind still reeling from the experience, and not purely from the painful aftermath. He'd had no idea that he was even capable of what Topher Brink had inspired in his ability, and the idea - the pure beauty and power of it was overwhelming.
In the wake of the doctor's absence, he stretched out on the bed, face buried in the soft blankets, and blindly texted Jean-Paul the code to meet him. Not for the first time was he grateful that they'd worked out such a system, since he wasn't sure he could concentrate on much more than that.
It was only moments later that Jean-Paul was in their room, slipping in as quietly as he could. It hadn't taken long to narrow down where Simon was, and the fact that he was coding him from their room suggested that he was physically unable to come to him. That wasn't reassuring.
"Hey." The word was a murmur as he used his flight to settle on the bed as gently as he could. "What happened?"
The world tipped a little at the weight on the bed and Simon curled his fingers tighter in the blankets for a moment to keep himself on an even keel. After a second of silence, he sighed. "The headmaster wanted me to check a new student," he explained, his words coming out a little slurred at the edges. "Turns out he augments powers."
"Oh no," Jean-Paul groaned, remembering what had happened with Tessa. He stroked Simon's hair gently. "You blew out your brain again."
"It's more than that," Simon breathed, though he had to admit the state of his head wasn't something to dismiss. The painkillers were starting to help, and he managed to slowly roll over onto his side, burying his face against Jean-Paul's thigh. "J'Paul...what I saw. What I...what I did."
"Shhh." The slurred contraction of his name sent a bolt through Jean-Paul's chest. He kept petting Simon, a delicate caress from the crown of his head to the base of neck. "Careful. What did you do?"
"I saw everything. I saw all of him. I saw...who he'd be," Simon rambled, almost reverent as he coiled his arms around the clothed parts of Jean-Paul he could get at - careful not to touch his skin.
It didn't make sense at first, and Jean-Paul just held on while Simon spoke, trying to follow. "You saw how his powers would mature?" he asked finally.
"Yes," Simon sighed out, because he had seen that too. "I saw how his body would. I saw...I saw the disorders he could pass on to his children. I saw the result of a lifetime of bad habits develop into a life-threatening blood clot. I saw his brain's potential and the complications he'll experience as a result..."
And suddenly, Jean-Paul wanted to pass the complications of a broken nose on to the new kid. He knew it wasn't fair and that the impulse would pass once he saw that Simon was fine, but, as much as these revelations seemed to enrapture Simon, they frightened Jean-Paul. He worried what they did to his boyfriend's health in the long term.
"That sounds like something that you might try again," he whispered.
"Imagine," Simon murmured against him. "Imagine if I could predict how to cure Inara. Or get someone started on preventative measures to keep them from developing heart disease? Or cancer."
"I'm imagining you developing an aneurysm." Jean-Paul hugged him carefully.
"He boosted my power. That means that it can be boosted," Simon reasoned through the painkillers. The hug was nice, though, and he leaned into it.
"It means your powers have room to grow," Jean-Paul agreed. "And I love the idea that you'll be able to help even more people someday." He nuzzled into Simon's hair. "But I want your brain intact when that happens."
"I can see...the potential for the future," Simon murmured, not truly acknowledging Jean-Paul's fears. "That's...it's both incredible and terrifying. You should have seen it. It was awe-inspiring."
"Simon Tam, you are so drunk." Jean-Paul smiled a little despite himself. "Do you want to scan me later? See if your perceptions have changed?"
Simon hesitated. "With your healing...you shouldn't ever develop long-term complications."
"Who knows? I lead a rough and tumble life, non?" Jean-Paul squeezed him again, bundling him up close and warm in the dark. "But we will worry over that later."
"I can worry over it now if I want to," Simon mumbled stubbornly as he wrapped himself up in Jean-Paul's heat.
"You can, but you know you don't want to." Jean-Paul hugged him again. "You just want to curl up with me and sleep off that headache."
"It really was beautiful," Simon told him quietly. Maybe he was a little drugged, but he was clear on that part. The power of it, the awesome nature of seeing organic life magnified down to the smallest level. It had been a...god-like sensation. And maybe that was part of what bothered him. No one should be able to see life so completely. Not like that. "I'm not God. None of us are."
"Non. You're just an extraordinary man who gets to see the miracle in all of us on a daily basis. You don't scare me."
"It scares me," Simon countered softly.
"Come to me when it does, love." A kiss against his hair, careful not to touch skin. "I promise to hold you and ground you. I'll hold your laurel wreath and remind you that you are just a mortal man. But still mine."
"Possessive bastard," Simon retorted with absolutely no conviction to the statement at all. He really kind of loved it when Jean-Paul tried to tease ownership of him.
"It doesn't make you any less mine, does it?"
"No," Simon agreed fondly, turning his head to kiss his shoulder through his shirt, sighing warmly against the feeling of him. "You're right. I want to sleep."
"Bien. And I can promise you a custom meal when you wake up." A fierce surge of protective loyalty welled up for no good reason Jean-Paul could put a name to as he settled in next to his boyfriend. Maybe he'd gotten out of the habit of truly seeing Simon as vulnerable. "Je t'aime. Get some rest."
"Wǒ ài nǐ, J'Paul," Simon rumbled against him, his eyes sliding closed as he relaxed into the sound of his heartbeat.
The headmaster had called Moira in to escort Simon to his room after the meeting with the new student, though Simon argued that he could have made it on his own. In the end, he wasn't sure he could have, his mind still reeling from the experience, and not purely from the painful aftermath. He'd had no idea that he was even capable of what Topher Brink had inspired in his ability, and the idea - the pure beauty and power of it was overwhelming.
In the wake of the doctor's absence, he stretched out on the bed, face buried in the soft blankets, and blindly texted Jean-Paul the code to meet him. Not for the first time was he grateful that they'd worked out such a system, since he wasn't sure he could concentrate on much more than that.
It was only moments later that Jean-Paul was in their room, slipping in as quietly as he could. It hadn't taken long to narrow down where Simon was, and the fact that he was coding him from their room suggested that he was physically unable to come to him. That wasn't reassuring.
"Hey." The word was a murmur as he used his flight to settle on the bed as gently as he could. "What happened?"
The world tipped a little at the weight on the bed and Simon curled his fingers tighter in the blankets for a moment to keep himself on an even keel. After a second of silence, he sighed. "The headmaster wanted me to check a new student," he explained, his words coming out a little slurred at the edges. "Turns out he augments powers."
"Oh no," Jean-Paul groaned, remembering what had happened with Tessa. He stroked Simon's hair gently. "You blew out your brain again."
"It's more than that," Simon breathed, though he had to admit the state of his head wasn't something to dismiss. The painkillers were starting to help, and he managed to slowly roll over onto his side, burying his face against Jean-Paul's thigh. "J'Paul...what I saw. What I...what I did."
"Shhh." The slurred contraction of his name sent a bolt through Jean-Paul's chest. He kept petting Simon, a delicate caress from the crown of his head to the base of neck. "Careful. What did you do?"
"I saw everything. I saw all of him. I saw...who he'd be," Simon rambled, almost reverent as he coiled his arms around the clothed parts of Jean-Paul he could get at - careful not to touch his skin.
It didn't make sense at first, and Jean-Paul just held on while Simon spoke, trying to follow. "You saw how his powers would mature?" he asked finally.
"Yes," Simon sighed out, because he had seen that too. "I saw how his body would. I saw...I saw the disorders he could pass on to his children. I saw the result of a lifetime of bad habits develop into a life-threatening blood clot. I saw his brain's potential and the complications he'll experience as a result..."
And suddenly, Jean-Paul wanted to pass the complications of a broken nose on to the new kid. He knew it wasn't fair and that the impulse would pass once he saw that Simon was fine, but, as much as these revelations seemed to enrapture Simon, they frightened Jean-Paul. He worried what they did to his boyfriend's health in the long term.
"That sounds like something that you might try again," he whispered.
"Imagine," Simon murmured against him. "Imagine if I could predict how to cure Inara. Or get someone started on preventative measures to keep them from developing heart disease? Or cancer."
"I'm imagining you developing an aneurysm." Jean-Paul hugged him carefully.
"He boosted my power. That means that it can be boosted," Simon reasoned through the painkillers. The hug was nice, though, and he leaned into it.
"It means your powers have room to grow," Jean-Paul agreed. "And I love the idea that you'll be able to help even more people someday." He nuzzled into Simon's hair. "But I want your brain intact when that happens."
"I can see...the potential for the future," Simon murmured, not truly acknowledging Jean-Paul's fears. "That's...it's both incredible and terrifying. You should have seen it. It was awe-inspiring."
"Simon Tam, you are so drunk." Jean-Paul smiled a little despite himself. "Do you want to scan me later? See if your perceptions have changed?"
Simon hesitated. "With your healing...you shouldn't ever develop long-term complications."
"Who knows? I lead a rough and tumble life, non?" Jean-Paul squeezed him again, bundling him up close and warm in the dark. "But we will worry over that later."
"I can worry over it now if I want to," Simon mumbled stubbornly as he wrapped himself up in Jean-Paul's heat.
"You can, but you know you don't want to." Jean-Paul hugged him again. "You just want to curl up with me and sleep off that headache."
"It really was beautiful," Simon told him quietly. Maybe he was a little drugged, but he was clear on that part. The power of it, the awesome nature of seeing organic life magnified down to the smallest level. It had been a...god-like sensation. And maybe that was part of what bothered him. No one should be able to see life so completely. Not like that. "I'm not God. None of us are."
"Non. You're just an extraordinary man who gets to see the miracle in all of us on a daily basis. You don't scare me."
"It scares me," Simon countered softly.
"Come to me when it does, love." A kiss against his hair, careful not to touch skin. "I promise to hold you and ground you. I'll hold your laurel wreath and remind you that you are just a mortal man. But still mine."
"Possessive bastard," Simon retorted with absolutely no conviction to the statement at all. He really kind of loved it when Jean-Paul tried to tease ownership of him.
"It doesn't make you any less mine, does it?"
"No," Simon agreed fondly, turning his head to kiss his shoulder through his shirt, sighing warmly against the feeling of him. "You're right. I want to sleep."
"Bien. And I can promise you a custom meal when you wake up." A fierce surge of protective loyalty welled up for no good reason Jean-Paul could put a name to as he settled in next to his boyfriend. Maybe he'd gotten out of the habit of truly seeing Simon as vulnerable. "Je t'aime. Get some rest."
"Wǒ ài nǐ, J'Paul," Simon rumbled against him, his eyes sliding closed as he relaxed into the sound of his heartbeat.
