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Chapter 1
He had been brought to the mansion after Jean, Scott, and the Professor discovered him after a fight with Magneto and the Brotherhood. After refusing to join the Brotherhood, and almost decapitating Sabertooth, Magneto had take revenge by bending the legs and arms of the man, known as Wolverine all out of shape. Magneto's power was to be able to control metal and magnetic fields. Wolverine's entire skeleton was covered with a metal alloy call adamantium, giving Magneto complete control of the Wolverine's body.
Hank and Jean had done ever test they could think of, and even invent some of their own to try and find a way to unbend the Wolverine's skeleton. After hours of torturous pain of clamps and pulleys the Wolverine refused treatment. Demanding instead that a suppressor collar be found and he be put out of his misery. Both Jean and Hank weren't ready to give up yet, so they stalled about finding a collar knowing that the Wolverine was unable to get up and find one for himself.
Jean had come down from breakfast one morning to hearing the Wolverine growling, cursing, and demanding someone to get away from him that he wasn't some freak show. Jean hurried into the medlab to find a group of some of the recently graduated kids who had stayed on at the mansion. They were standing just inside the medlab door all staring at the Wolverine with either pity, shock, curiosity, and or repulsion at the man's injuries. The only one who wasn't thinking any of those was the oldest of the bunch and the most reclusive, Rogue. She only looked at the man, however no emotion betrayed what she was thinking, and with her mutation, it made it hard for Jean, and even the Professor sometimes to get a clearing reading from her.
"What are all of you doing in here?" Jean asked sounding displeased and disapproving. It was Rogue who turned to look at Jean. It was then that Jean could see the Rogue felt compassion for the man laying disfigured on the medical bed. However the emotion was quickly covered behind the wall of detachment, Rogue usual displayed.
"We came to talk to Hank about helping us with an idea, but he fell and hurt his ankle. We were just leaving, right guys." Rogue sharp tone, snapped the group of four from their stupor.
"Right, sorry dude, about staring at you." Jubes said smacking her gum, acting as if seeing a man laying all bent out of shape was nothing unusual for the mansion's residents. "Come on guys let jet. Nice to meet you Dude." Jubes called out, then helped Rogue maneuver the others from the room.
Right before Rogue left, she turned her head back toward the disfigured man, and meet Wolverine's hard, but pained and tired eyes with her own set of haunted and to old eyes, then left with the others, the door closing behind her.
Wolverine's hard glare met and held the kid's to old eyes that were hardened as well. He hadn't enjoyed being the side freak show for a bunch of kids. He could smell the shock, surprise, disgust, and pity coming from the group. But he had also picked up a sweet magnolia smell that was mixed with compassion.
However he was to angry, and in pain to deal with separating the scents. It was only when the girl with brown hair and white strips was the last to leave, and unflinchingly held his glare did he pick up the stronger sweet magnolia and compassion smell. There was no pity, or repulsion mixed with her scent, only compassion. Not even the knock out red head doctor hadn't smelt of pity and all the exact same reactions the kids had, when they had found him. There was something different about the striped girl with to old and haunted eyes for her young face. Even through his pain, his instincts told him there was something special about this girl.
"I'm so sorry Wolverine about what just happened. I assure you it won't happen again." Jean promised.
"It better not. I'm not here for everyone's entertainment." Wolverine growled out pissed off.
"Of course not. Now I'm sure you're hungry." Jean said changing the subject. "I brought up some breakfast for you, plus you'll need to drink another protein shake."
"Those things are disgusting." Wolverine grimace upset thinking of having to force down another disgusting thick and chalky drink. "Where's that collar, I told you to find. I know you've got to have one around here, or know where you can get one." Wolverine demanded harshly.
"Please give Hank and myself some more time Wolverine. I'm sure we'll find some way of restoring your skeleton back to it's proper shape."
"I've got nothing but time, time that is full of agonizing pain. Unless Bucket head gets it in his head to undo his handy work, I'm stuck this way. Adamantium is nearly indestructible." Wolverine grounded out trying not to move much. As long as he stayed still, his pain was minimum, it was only when he moved or they moved him that his pain escalated.
"We'll find a way, please just give us more time." Jean pleaded gently.
"Find, but you guys better hurry up. I have no plans of laying here all twisted out of shape for the next five to ten years." Wolverine snapped, then prepared for the pain as Jean helped him sit up as much as possible so she could feed him. He hated being an invalid, he hated it with a passion. The animal in him demanded to be left alone in his misery, but he knew he needed these people's help, but it didn't mean he had to like it.