Homeplot: Extra Innings

Sean wakes to a dull, throbbing pain in his shoulder, and he spends a few long moments trying to figure out whether he expected that or not before realizing that it doesn't really matter. His eyes snap open a moment later, though, already knowing what's going to greet him: a darkened room that isn't their own, familiar only because of its similarities to the many other hotel rooms he's stayed in in the past. Whatever this is, it's not quite over yet, although he feels about a thousand times better now that he's got a few hours of sleep in him.

"Meredith," he whispers, gently nudging her under the covers. "Meredith, wake up." If she wants some more sleep, she can always go back to it once she's finished indulging him.

Homeplot: On a Jet Plane

Sean's not sure what to think. Since waking up in their Washington hotel room yet again that morning, he's been in a perpetual state of unease that has nothing to do with the absolute reaming that is no doubt in store for him in London. He's half-tempted to suggest just going on the lam with Meredith for however much longer this lasts, but for now, he spends his time fidgeting in his cramped economy seat on the plane (maybe he'd been on something of a spending spree, but the tickets had been booked on their behalf), playing with a tiny, empty scotch bottle.

"Least all yer paperwork went through without a hitch," he says, looking over at Meredith with a cheerfulness that, vague unease aside, remains pretty genuine after the events of the last day. Maybe they should have gone back by now, maybe there's more to this than they initially thought, but whatever they're facing, they're still facing it together.