Who needs a check up? 1
Author's Notes: I wanted to do a story featuring our favorite blue doctor. It's been too long since someone wrote a decent Beast fic. I had one reviewer mention that I wrote too man Storm fics, and they were right. So I devised this little story featuring Henry McCoy. I hope you enjoy. Also read and review. Let me know how you like it. I wasn't too sure about Hank's background. So if anything's incorrect let me know.
Disclaimer: None of these friggin characters belong to me. Now leave me alone.
DEEP REFLECTIONS.
Henry McCoy was sitting in the highly sterile lab room, and he was going over his schedule. Normally he would've been trying to find some kind of cure for the many ailments in need of a remedy. However, as he thumbed through his daily calendar, he realized that today wasn't going to be one of those days. Today was May 8, 2003. It was a day that he had scheduled all of the X-Men's annual checkups. He normally didn't like giving checkups, but for some strange reason everyone preferred him instead of Jean.
Jean was as good of a doctor as he was, but for some reason nobody liked going to her. So he closed his planner, and sat there tapping his fingers on the table. He looked at the clock, and noticed that it was only 8:00 a.m. He had one hour to go before his appointments began. He also realized that he was supposed to use this time adequately, and give out checkup reminders to everyone. However, he was too tired to move. He didn't feel like giving any checkups today. What he wanted was to get out, and have a good time for once in his life.
He secretly hated what he had become, and that was a man who was bound to his little office. He had become one of the very first things that he had said that he'd never become.
Hermit.
When his mutant abilities first manifested, and his hands and feet tripled in size, he said that it wasn't going to let that inhibit him. He vowed that he would get out, and enjoy his life regardless of the way he looked.
However, things weren't so simple. Things weren't so black and white. It was somewhat in between. Henry could live with the way he looked, but his parent's saw things differently. He wasn't sure if his parent's thought of him as a freak. He wasn't even sure if they loved him, but for some reason they sent him here to Xavier's School for the Gifted.
In a sense he was glad that they sent him here, but at the same time there was a part of him that felt unwanted. Unneeded. Unloved. Just like now. If he could turn back the hands of time, then he could honestly say that he would if he could. He would turn back the hands of time, when he screwed up his lab experiment. The same experiment that made blue fur appear all over his body, and gave him a true beast like appearance.
He always made up silly little connotations about names and appearances. For example one of his favorite quotes was, a rose called by any other name would still smell just as sweet. It was a quote that he made to let people know that it wasn't cool to judge people based on the outwardly appearance, someone like him.
He knew that his teammates loved him for the person that he was, but the knowledge that no woman was ever going to love him as a man broke his heart in many ways. Of course there was Trish Tilby. She made him revaluate his self-esteem, and made him realize that there wasn't anything physically wrong with him. She made him feel whole. She made him feel like a man, an attractive man. With Trish he wasn't the Beast, nor was he the big blue walking carpet. He was a man that a very attractive woman wanted, until that day.
One day she walked out on their four-year relationship, claiming that she met another man. The clincher was that he was normal. His name was Steven, and he was a football player. She claimed that she wanted normalcy in her life, and that she didn't want to have to worry about if Hank was going to live another day. She didn't like that he had to deal with life and death situations, and so she broke it off with Hank. He was once again the monster. He was the one that people pitied. He was the one that no longer viewed him self as being a man, but rather a beast. His confidence was at an all time low, and there hasn't been anyone else in his life since Trish left him. Of course that's been seven years ago, and he had yet to see any woman look his way.
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that when he looked at the clock he noticed that thirty minutes had passed. He stood from his seat, and stretched out his long legs. He grabbed his planner, and placed it back in his desk. He walked to the door, and went to inform his teammates that the time for picking, prodding, and the occasional urine test was at hand.
So he walked out of the room, and went to the first person that he had to examine. Logan was the first on his list, because he didn't like exams. Logan had a way of grumbling and complaining like a big baby. Henry just wanted to get Logan's checkups over and done with as soon as possible.
He gave out his reminders until he reached the last person that he was going to see. Every time he did his checkups, he made sure that Jubilnation Lee was the last person he would see. She always found a way to make him laugh, and she was the much-needed relief from a day of hard work. It was true that Jubilee had grown up considerably in the last five years. She wasn't as annoying anymore, and she definitely wasn't as talkative. He guessed that was why he could suddenly stand being within five feet of her.
So as he knocked on her door, he thought that she was going to answer the door with a huge grin plastered on her face. However, when she answered the door, she had a sad expression on her face instead. Even when she realized that Henry was at the door, her demeanor remained the same. Something was wrong, and Henry aimed at finding out what it was.
"Jubilee is something troubling you today?"
"No, I'm fine."
"I believe that you're being somewhat dishonest with me."
Jubilee looked at the young man up and down, and she opened her door wider. She motioned him to come into her room, and he quickly walked inside fearing that she wouldn't tell him what was wrong. He walked up to her bed, and sat down on the end of the mattress. He watched Jubilee as she paced back and forth, as if she was nervous.
Jubilee paced back and forth, unsure on where she could start. Then she looked at the young man whom she considered one of her best friends as of late. She knew that she could trust Hank, and she knew that he wouldn't spread her business all over the mansion. She had to tell him, before it was too late. So she opened her mouth to speak.
"Hank, I know why you're here, and I promise that I won't take up all of your time. I know that you were doing checkups today, and so I thought it would be a good idea to run a mock checkup on myself. I did everything that I could from checking my temperature to giving myself a breast exam."
"Why would you do all of that, when I was going to run the same type of tests on you today?" He asked confusedly.
"I don't know. I just wanted to see if I was healthy I guess. Anyway I think I found something. It's something that I really think you should look at."
"What is it?"
"A lump."
"A lump? Where?"
"On my breast." She said shyly.
"Then I think you need to come to my office, and I'll run a few test. I'm just going to reschedule Logan's tests for a later time."
"Hank, I don't want you to do that. I know how much you hate giving Logan his tests. I just need you to take a look at it and tell me what it is. I don't know. Maybe I'm just overreacting, and if I am then I don't want to take Logan's slot."
"Jubilee, you know that I can't do that. Not here. It'll have to be in my lab."
"Hank I'm not asking for sex. I just want to know if this lump is something that I should be concerned with."
Hank felt like someone had slapped him in the face. Here was another woman that was rejecting him, and he didn't know why he was feeling this way. This was just Jubilee. She was a kid, a child in his eyes. So why would her rejection hurt him so bad? The answer was simple. It was because he was in a sense an ugly monster that no one wanted, not even Jubilee. Not even a child. He must have drifted off into his own world once again, and was brought back to reality at the sound of Jubilee's voice.
"Hank? Hank? Can you do this or not?" She said impatiently.
"Jubilee, I don't think that I should. Not here. In order to give you a thougrouh check, I'll need my supplies."
"The only supplies that you'll need are your fingers. Now will you do this or not?"
"Jubilee I think Jean would better suited for you, in this type of environment. I'm sure that she wouldn't mind coming in here, and giving you a quick checkup."
"Hank, I have no problem with Jean coming in here to give me a checkup." She said as she pointed towards the floor to indicate her room.
"But the problem that I have, is that I don't want her coming in here." She continued as she brought her hands to her temple.
"Surely Jean wouldn't dare go into your mind uninvited."
"It's not that I don't trust her, because in reality I do. It's just that I don't trust myself to be around her. I've had a lot on my mind as you can tell, and I don't think that I could shield all of my thoughts from her."
"What is it that you don't want her to know?"
"My feelings. Strange feelings that now have."
"Feelings about what?" He asked confusedly.
"Now if I told you that, I'd have to kill you." She said in attempts to change the story.
Hank laughed out loud, and he stared at the petite Asian female. He knew that she wasn't about to reveal what was going on in that mind of hers. Nor was he about to intrude in something that she wasn't ready to reveal. He was aware that she would tell him what was bothering her, in her own due time. That's the type of relationship that they had now. It used to be that she would openly confide in her mentor, Logan, but since he had been seeing Kitty Pride, Jubilee adopted him as her new den mother.
Hank welcomed the change, and it had been way too long since he had a decent conversation with anyone. Now here was Jubilee, who was asking him to do her a simple favor. She wasn't asking too much of him, and the fact that she trusted him this much made him feel a little bit better. What would it hurt? Why was he making such a big issue about this?
Hank looked at the wall towards Jubilee's neon clock, and the time read 8:45 a.m. He had a few minutes to spare before his appointment with Logan began. So he looked back at the young girl, and noticed that she had tears welling up in her eyes. Jubilee had always been one tough cookie, and to see her cry now confirmed that she was really afraid of the current situation that she was in.
"You're really scared aren't you?" He asked.
"I just want to know if..." She broke down and started crying.
Hank was up and next to her in a matter of minutes. He threw his big arms around her, and held her in a tight hug. He didn't release his grip until she was through crying. When she was through with her emotional breakdown, he stared into her eyes. He couldn't ever recall if her eyes had ever been this blue before, but for some odd reason he had just noticed this.
"Jubilee, if this means that much to you, I'll do it. I just don't want to see you cry again. Do you hear me?"
"Yeah, I hear you loud and clear captain." She said as she dried away her tears.
"Good. Let's see. I now have ten minutes to give you a quick run through, before I have to go see Logan. I'll need you to lie down on the bed, and lift up your shirt. If you have a bra on, you'll need to remove it."
"Um o.k." She said as she went under her shirt and unhooked her bra.
After a few moments she threw her bra on the side of the bed, and she lay down on her bed. She fixed her eyes to the ceiling, and her body instantly tensed up. Henry noticed this at once, and grabbed a loose blanket that was right next to her.
"You can use this to cover up if you want to. I can just work under it."
"No. I trust you Hank. I'm just nervous about the ending results." She confirmed.
"Well o.k. Here we go. I'll need you to raise up your shirt."
Jubilee rose up her shirt, and Hank immediately began his exam. He gently massaged his fingers in neat circles, looking for any abnormancies in her breast. At first he couldn't feel anything, so he frowned his brow in confusion.
"Jubes, where exactly did you feel the lump?"
Jubilee gently grabbed his hand, and placed it right above her left nipple.
"Right there." She said staring him into his eyes.
Instead of removing her hand immediately, she let it linger there for a moment. She then pressed his hand down further into her chest, and Hank was momentarily stunned. It had been too long since he felt the soft skin of a woman's breast. He fought back the urge to enjoy the feel of her soft skin, and so he tried to talk to clear his mind of all impure thoughts. After all this was Jubilee, and she was one of his best friends. There was no way that he was going to take advantage of her. So he began the exam again, and gently massaged his hands in a circular motion once again. It was then that he felt a small lump, and then he pressed down firmly once again. It was still there, but Henry realized that further testing would be needed. In his estimation, the lump was too big to be a cyst.
However, it was too small to be a cancerous lump. Still he needed to get her to take a few test to be sure. It was then that Henry noticed that Jubilee still had her hand covering his, and that she had a far off look in her eyes. He tried to pry his hands away, but Jubilee kept a firm grip on his hand. He had been so engrossed with his emotions, that he didn't even notice that she hadn't removed her hand from on top of his. He looked into her eyes once again, and he was suddenly stuck. It was like he was a deer staring into a pair of oncoming headlights. He tried to break his gaze, and soon realized that he had been inadvertently rubbing his thumb back and forth across her left nipple.
He snatched his hand away from her tender flesh, as if it was hot to the touch. He soon jumped out of his reverie, and stood up on the side of her bed. He looked around the room nervously, and he let his eyes settle on the wall clock. The clock read that it was now 8:05, and he was late for his first appointment. He kept reading the time, because there was a part of him hoping that he was reading the clock wrong. The numbers on the clock seemed like they were jumping out at him, and he turned to face it as Jubilee sat up in her bed.
"Hank?"
"I have to go." He said anxiously.
"But."
"You'll need more test, and I think that you should schedule with Jean the next time." He said as he walked out of her room.
"But I don't want Jean. I want you." She said quietly as she listened to Hank's footsteps ring out in the hall.
HA HA! Cliffhanger. Yes there will be more. Does Jubes have feelings for Hank? What will Hank do now in spite of these strange new feelings, and does he still think of himself as a dirty old man. What will Jubes do when Hank starts distancing himself away from her? What about the lump? Stay tuned for the answers to these thought provoking questions in the next chapter entitled Destroyed.
Author's Notes: I wanted to do a story featuring our favorite blue doctor. It's been too long since someone wrote a decent Beast fic. I had one reviewer mention that I wrote too man Storm fics, and they were right. So I devised this little story featuring Henry McCoy. I hope you enjoy. Also read and review. Let me know how you like it. I wasn't too sure about Hank's background. So if anything's incorrect let me know.
Disclaimer: None of these friggin characters belong to me. Now leave me alone.
DEEP REFLECTIONS.
Henry McCoy was sitting in the highly sterile lab room, and he was going over his schedule. Normally he would've been trying to find some kind of cure for the many ailments in need of a remedy. However, as he thumbed through his daily calendar, he realized that today wasn't going to be one of those days. Today was May 8, 2003. It was a day that he had scheduled all of the X-Men's annual checkups. He normally didn't like giving checkups, but for some strange reason everyone preferred him instead of Jean.
Jean was as good of a doctor as he was, but for some reason nobody liked going to her. So he closed his planner, and sat there tapping his fingers on the table. He looked at the clock, and noticed that it was only 8:00 a.m. He had one hour to go before his appointments began. He also realized that he was supposed to use this time adequately, and give out checkup reminders to everyone. However, he was too tired to move. He didn't feel like giving any checkups today. What he wanted was to get out, and have a good time for once in his life.
He secretly hated what he had become, and that was a man who was bound to his little office. He had become one of the very first things that he had said that he'd never become.
Hermit.
When his mutant abilities first manifested, and his hands and feet tripled in size, he said that it wasn't going to let that inhibit him. He vowed that he would get out, and enjoy his life regardless of the way he looked.
However, things weren't so simple. Things weren't so black and white. It was somewhat in between. Henry could live with the way he looked, but his parent's saw things differently. He wasn't sure if his parent's thought of him as a freak. He wasn't even sure if they loved him, but for some reason they sent him here to Xavier's School for the Gifted.
In a sense he was glad that they sent him here, but at the same time there was a part of him that felt unwanted. Unneeded. Unloved. Just like now. If he could turn back the hands of time, then he could honestly say that he would if he could. He would turn back the hands of time, when he screwed up his lab experiment. The same experiment that made blue fur appear all over his body, and gave him a true beast like appearance.
He always made up silly little connotations about names and appearances. For example one of his favorite quotes was, a rose called by any other name would still smell just as sweet. It was a quote that he made to let people know that it wasn't cool to judge people based on the outwardly appearance, someone like him.
He knew that his teammates loved him for the person that he was, but the knowledge that no woman was ever going to love him as a man broke his heart in many ways. Of course there was Trish Tilby. She made him revaluate his self-esteem, and made him realize that there wasn't anything physically wrong with him. She made him feel whole. She made him feel like a man, an attractive man. With Trish he wasn't the Beast, nor was he the big blue walking carpet. He was a man that a very attractive woman wanted, until that day.
One day she walked out on their four-year relationship, claiming that she met another man. The clincher was that he was normal. His name was Steven, and he was a football player. She claimed that she wanted normalcy in her life, and that she didn't want to have to worry about if Hank was going to live another day. She didn't like that he had to deal with life and death situations, and so she broke it off with Hank. He was once again the monster. He was the one that people pitied. He was the one that no longer viewed him self as being a man, but rather a beast. His confidence was at an all time low, and there hasn't been anyone else in his life since Trish left him. Of course that's been seven years ago, and he had yet to see any woman look his way.
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that when he looked at the clock he noticed that thirty minutes had passed. He stood from his seat, and stretched out his long legs. He grabbed his planner, and placed it back in his desk. He walked to the door, and went to inform his teammates that the time for picking, prodding, and the occasional urine test was at hand.
So he walked out of the room, and went to the first person that he had to examine. Logan was the first on his list, because he didn't like exams. Logan had a way of grumbling and complaining like a big baby. Henry just wanted to get Logan's checkups over and done with as soon as possible.
He gave out his reminders until he reached the last person that he was going to see. Every time he did his checkups, he made sure that Jubilnation Lee was the last person he would see. She always found a way to make him laugh, and she was the much-needed relief from a day of hard work. It was true that Jubilee had grown up considerably in the last five years. She wasn't as annoying anymore, and she definitely wasn't as talkative. He guessed that was why he could suddenly stand being within five feet of her.
So as he knocked on her door, he thought that she was going to answer the door with a huge grin plastered on her face. However, when she answered the door, she had a sad expression on her face instead. Even when she realized that Henry was at the door, her demeanor remained the same. Something was wrong, and Henry aimed at finding out what it was.
"Jubilee is something troubling you today?"
"No, I'm fine."
"I believe that you're being somewhat dishonest with me."
Jubilee looked at the young man up and down, and she opened her door wider. She motioned him to come into her room, and he quickly walked inside fearing that she wouldn't tell him what was wrong. He walked up to her bed, and sat down on the end of the mattress. He watched Jubilee as she paced back and forth, as if she was nervous.
Jubilee paced back and forth, unsure on where she could start. Then she looked at the young man whom she considered one of her best friends as of late. She knew that she could trust Hank, and she knew that he wouldn't spread her business all over the mansion. She had to tell him, before it was too late. So she opened her mouth to speak.
"Hank, I know why you're here, and I promise that I won't take up all of your time. I know that you were doing checkups today, and so I thought it would be a good idea to run a mock checkup on myself. I did everything that I could from checking my temperature to giving myself a breast exam."
"Why would you do all of that, when I was going to run the same type of tests on you today?" He asked confusedly.
"I don't know. I just wanted to see if I was healthy I guess. Anyway I think I found something. It's something that I really think you should look at."
"What is it?"
"A lump."
"A lump? Where?"
"On my breast." She said shyly.
"Then I think you need to come to my office, and I'll run a few test. I'm just going to reschedule Logan's tests for a later time."
"Hank, I don't want you to do that. I know how much you hate giving Logan his tests. I just need you to take a look at it and tell me what it is. I don't know. Maybe I'm just overreacting, and if I am then I don't want to take Logan's slot."
"Jubilee, you know that I can't do that. Not here. It'll have to be in my lab."
"Hank I'm not asking for sex. I just want to know if this lump is something that I should be concerned with."
Hank felt like someone had slapped him in the face. Here was another woman that was rejecting him, and he didn't know why he was feeling this way. This was just Jubilee. She was a kid, a child in his eyes. So why would her rejection hurt him so bad? The answer was simple. It was because he was in a sense an ugly monster that no one wanted, not even Jubilee. Not even a child. He must have drifted off into his own world once again, and was brought back to reality at the sound of Jubilee's voice.
"Hank? Hank? Can you do this or not?" She said impatiently.
"Jubilee, I don't think that I should. Not here. In order to give you a thougrouh check, I'll need my supplies."
"The only supplies that you'll need are your fingers. Now will you do this or not?"
"Jubilee I think Jean would better suited for you, in this type of environment. I'm sure that she wouldn't mind coming in here, and giving you a quick checkup."
"Hank, I have no problem with Jean coming in here to give me a checkup." She said as she pointed towards the floor to indicate her room.
"But the problem that I have, is that I don't want her coming in here." She continued as she brought her hands to her temple.
"Surely Jean wouldn't dare go into your mind uninvited."
"It's not that I don't trust her, because in reality I do. It's just that I don't trust myself to be around her. I've had a lot on my mind as you can tell, and I don't think that I could shield all of my thoughts from her."
"What is it that you don't want her to know?"
"My feelings. Strange feelings that now have."
"Feelings about what?" He asked confusedly.
"Now if I told you that, I'd have to kill you." She said in attempts to change the story.
Hank laughed out loud, and he stared at the petite Asian female. He knew that she wasn't about to reveal what was going on in that mind of hers. Nor was he about to intrude in something that she wasn't ready to reveal. He was aware that she would tell him what was bothering her, in her own due time. That's the type of relationship that they had now. It used to be that she would openly confide in her mentor, Logan, but since he had been seeing Kitty Pride, Jubilee adopted him as her new den mother.
Hank welcomed the change, and it had been way too long since he had a decent conversation with anyone. Now here was Jubilee, who was asking him to do her a simple favor. She wasn't asking too much of him, and the fact that she trusted him this much made him feel a little bit better. What would it hurt? Why was he making such a big issue about this?
Hank looked at the wall towards Jubilee's neon clock, and the time read 8:45 a.m. He had a few minutes to spare before his appointment with Logan began. So he looked back at the young girl, and noticed that she had tears welling up in her eyes. Jubilee had always been one tough cookie, and to see her cry now confirmed that she was really afraid of the current situation that she was in.
"You're really scared aren't you?" He asked.
"I just want to know if..." She broke down and started crying.
Hank was up and next to her in a matter of minutes. He threw his big arms around her, and held her in a tight hug. He didn't release his grip until she was through crying. When she was through with her emotional breakdown, he stared into her eyes. He couldn't ever recall if her eyes had ever been this blue before, but for some odd reason he had just noticed this.
"Jubilee, if this means that much to you, I'll do it. I just don't want to see you cry again. Do you hear me?"
"Yeah, I hear you loud and clear captain." She said as she dried away her tears.
"Good. Let's see. I now have ten minutes to give you a quick run through, before I have to go see Logan. I'll need you to lie down on the bed, and lift up your shirt. If you have a bra on, you'll need to remove it."
"Um o.k." She said as she went under her shirt and unhooked her bra.
After a few moments she threw her bra on the side of the bed, and she lay down on her bed. She fixed her eyes to the ceiling, and her body instantly tensed up. Henry noticed this at once, and grabbed a loose blanket that was right next to her.
"You can use this to cover up if you want to. I can just work under it."
"No. I trust you Hank. I'm just nervous about the ending results." She confirmed.
"Well o.k. Here we go. I'll need you to raise up your shirt."
Jubilee rose up her shirt, and Hank immediately began his exam. He gently massaged his fingers in neat circles, looking for any abnormancies in her breast. At first he couldn't feel anything, so he frowned his brow in confusion.
"Jubes, where exactly did you feel the lump?"
Jubilee gently grabbed his hand, and placed it right above her left nipple.
"Right there." She said staring him into his eyes.
Instead of removing her hand immediately, she let it linger there for a moment. She then pressed his hand down further into her chest, and Hank was momentarily stunned. It had been too long since he felt the soft skin of a woman's breast. He fought back the urge to enjoy the feel of her soft skin, and so he tried to talk to clear his mind of all impure thoughts. After all this was Jubilee, and she was one of his best friends. There was no way that he was going to take advantage of her. So he began the exam again, and gently massaged his hands in a circular motion once again. It was then that he felt a small lump, and then he pressed down firmly once again. It was still there, but Henry realized that further testing would be needed. In his estimation, the lump was too big to be a cyst.
However, it was too small to be a cancerous lump. Still he needed to get her to take a few test to be sure. It was then that Henry noticed that Jubilee still had her hand covering his, and that she had a far off look in her eyes. He tried to pry his hands away, but Jubilee kept a firm grip on his hand. He had been so engrossed with his emotions, that he didn't even notice that she hadn't removed her hand from on top of his. He looked into her eyes once again, and he was suddenly stuck. It was like he was a deer staring into a pair of oncoming headlights. He tried to break his gaze, and soon realized that he had been inadvertently rubbing his thumb back and forth across her left nipple.
He snatched his hand away from her tender flesh, as if it was hot to the touch. He soon jumped out of his reverie, and stood up on the side of her bed. He looked around the room nervously, and he let his eyes settle on the wall clock. The clock read that it was now 8:05, and he was late for his first appointment. He kept reading the time, because there was a part of him hoping that he was reading the clock wrong. The numbers on the clock seemed like they were jumping out at him, and he turned to face it as Jubilee sat up in her bed.
"Hank?"
"I have to go." He said anxiously.
"But."
"You'll need more test, and I think that you should schedule with Jean the next time." He said as he walked out of her room.
"But I don't want Jean. I want you." She said quietly as she listened to Hank's footsteps ring out in the hall.
HA HA! Cliffhanger. Yes there will be more. Does Jubes have feelings for Hank? What will Hank do now in spite of these strange new feelings, and does he still think of himself as a dirty old man. What will Jubes do when Hank starts distancing himself away from her? What about the lump? Stay tuned for the answers to these thought provoking questions in the next chapter entitled Destroyed.