Whisperings - Arrival
By kiragecko

Being the first part of the story of Whisper and her adventures with the group known as the X-Men.

The world was blackness tinged with pain. She felt like someone had tried to blow her up. What had happened? Someone had been there... they were... angry about something. What were they angry about? What had they done? An explosion! She sat up in horror and pain encompassed her body. The world was spinning and she was falling back down...

There were voices and she tried to open her eyes but they were already open. She just couldn't see anything. Everything was black and she was having trouble thinking. Didn't she recognize the voices? She was frustrated and worried and so many other emotions and she tried to sit up again...

Whisper was sure it was Dr. McCoy. The thing in front of her might be blue and furry but it talked and moved just like her doctor. It also kept poking and prodding her with doctor-ish equipment. She had been staring at it distrustfully for the last five minutes while it talked in patented Dr. McCoy gibberish waiting for whatever hallucination she was having to go away but it was still here. She was going to have to do something about it.

"Dr. McCoy, are you here?"

The thing stopped and looked at her in a startled way.

"Are you inquiring about the whereabouts of the gloriously friendly, intelligent, and handsome scientist/teacher/doctor/savior-of-the-world?"

"Look I'm sorry Dr. McCoy, I know you're probably right in front of me. I think something's wrong with my eyes, or maybe my head, or something 'cause I'm seeing this talking big blue thing wearing your glasses and my head really hurts and please don't laugh 'cause I don't think it will help the headache at all."

She closed her eyes and sighed. Dr. McCoy didn't say anything.

"Are you there? Am I having hallucinations? Am I okay?"

"Yes, I am here. Dr. Henry McCoy. I am not sure, however, how you know me. Or how you think myself to look."

She felt to tired to answer his questions. Maybe if she didn't move she'd fall asleep again and wake up where things made sense.

There was some movement by the doorway and then someone was talking.

"How's the girl doing?"

"I am not sure, she seems to somehow know my name yet seems confused by my appearance."

"Like how do you mean?"

"Mrs. Wisdom?"

There was dead silence.

"What did you call me?"

There was something dangerous in the woman's voice. Whisper's eyes flew open. It was Katherine Wisdom and she looked incensed. Whisper had experienced an angry Mrs. Wisdom before and didn't want to repeat the experience.

"I'm really sorry Mrs. Wisdom, I didn't mean to make you angry. I don't know what's going on but don't be angry at me. Please."

She was near tears now. Nothing made any sense, her entire body hurt, and her headache was getting worse and worse. She closed her eyes again and waited for the woman across the room to kill her.

What is going on? I can feel quite a shocking amount of emotion. Have you found a long lost relative, Katherine?

"She called me Mrs. WISDOM!"

Mrs. Drake! Nothing makes any sense! Why is Mrs. Wisdom so angry?

There was a short pause. Then Emma Frost gave a telepathic laugh.

Drake? You believe I married Robert? Scott, she thinks I married Robert!

Whisper gave an exhausted sob. A few tears trickled from under her eyelids. Hank, who had been watching his patient carefully while this had been happening, now hurried over.

"I do not believe my patient is taking this discussion in the most beneficiary of manners. It would be best if we delayed the talk until she is in a more settled state."

While he talked he gently gave her a needle. The girl felt a wave of relief as she slipped into unconsciousness. Everything would be okay when she woke up. She reached out to Emma as if to draw comfort. The startled ice queen felt the telepathic tug and granted the silent plea without thought. It was only after, when the girl was asleep, that she wondered why anyone would come to her for love.

The X-Men were talking, arguing, about what she was. Delusional? Oracular? Alternate-dimensional? From the future? Implanted with false memories? A very good actress with a diabolical plan? A clone?

"Does it really matter? We're going to help her anyway. Why don't we give up the guessing and wait till she wakes up?"

And so they waited.