Disclaimer: Let's just get this out of the way in one foul swoop here, by letting me state: I do not own any part of the Marvel franchise in any way, shape, or form. I DO however, own the rights to the original character created by myself. And while this original character and my pen name are the same, the character is not meant to be a representation of myself in the Marvel Universe, I simply wrote a few fics [fewer which have actually been posted] and chose a name from one of them.
Also: This story was originally posted in 2005, I am currently going back through the files and editing them to create a more accurate and cohesive representation of the story I envisioned [but lacked the skill to write]. I also swapped a character in the beginning, but hope it'll make the story a little less cheesy. Therefore I will be taking down the original fic chapter-by-chapter, and will be reposting the chapters as they are updated. [I also decided to do-away with the first chapter and start it with the second since it wasn't a necessary component]
Chapter One: Status
Her newest patient lay there not yet moving but rather resting; and would've found, however, that even if she did try to move, she couldn't. Moira heard Scott approach behind her but continued to work. Preparing a vial to draw blood, she then inserted the needle, but aside from a slight shudder and a soft groan, nothing happened.
"Her red blood cell count has increased some, though it should nae rise this quickly unless..." she trailed of in thought. It was common for Dr. MacTaggart to do that when she was in deep thought, but it still annoyed Scott. He had a lot to think about now, including who this new person was, why the Brotherhood had targeted her, and whether or not she was a threat.
"Have her vitals stabilized yet?" Scott asked her, interrupting her thoughts.
"Her vitals have improved greatly, but she is still too weak tae be tested much further than the initial scans and blood sample about tae be tested." She replied, glancing up momentarily from her scanner.
"Hmm," He thought aloud, "what is she?"
"If yuir wondering if she's a mutant or nae, she is." Her concentration now broken from the girl, she directed it towards him.
"Yeah" he said, looking down at the bed.
She sighed inwardly at the thought of how she was going to have to tell him that she knew next to nothing about this stranger they just brought into their home. 'At least' she thought, 'I can tell him some of the basic things we know about her'. Taking a moment to put some equipment away, she turned back to face the man known as Cyclops. "From what Dr. McCoy and myself have been able tae determine from some preliminary observations, she possess a healing factor of an unknown degree, as well as a metallic skeletal structure. Both of which resemble what we've seen in Logan as well as some other individuals, thus suggesting a similarity and possibly even a connection."
"Well that would explain why she's been able to stabilize as quickly as she did, or even how she survived in the first place." He said with an apprehensive tone as he began to voice his thoughts. "And if she's as similar to Logan as you say, then doesn't—"
"—does it mean she was a part of the Weapon X program as well?" Professor Charles Xavier finished for him. He had come down to the medi-lab to check on the Drs.' Progress.
"Yes Professor, was she?" Scott asked tentively.
"It is unknown for sure but may be assumed at the moment, we will have to wait until she awakens to be certain. So far her mind is too weak for me to read properly, combined with certain mental barriers that suggest training and experience with telepaths, or I fear may indicate experimentation with the mind". Turning his attention to Dr. MacTaggart he asked, "How has she been?"
"Well as of now; her cardiovascular system seems tae be almost fully healed, and her respiratory system seems tae be managing, but her nervous system has me a wee bit concerned." Dr. MacTaggart answered frowning slightly.
"How's is she doing so far?" Ororo Munroe asked as she entered the room. She had been among the group sent to check on irregular electrical disturbances near The Brotherhood's latest known activity. When they'd seen their latest guest engaged in a losing battle, they stepped in. Her eyes grew clouded with concern when she saw Dr. MacTaggart run a hand through her hair in frustration at the interruptions.
"At the moment its hard tae say fur certain, but she seems tae be on the mend. In fact we can probably expect tae see her awake within the next few hours if nothing changes, but there are still a few things that need tae be checked out further." The younger pair left the medi-lab to let the Professor and Drs. resume their work. Dr. MacTaggart turned back to the monitor and examined the readings as she continued to talk to the Professor over her shoulder. "The x-rays taken earlier show her skeleton to be laced with some form of metal. Combine that with yuir observation of her mind blocking, Charles, and we may nae like what we see when she wakes".
"Hey Charles?" As she called his name he started to wheel over to the consol, stopping once he was next to her, looking at the monitor. "What do ye reckon happened tae her?" But before he was able to answer her, Dr. Hank McCoy appeared in the doorway.
"The results from the blood sample Dr. MacTaggart, and I think you may be interested to know that our friend here shares numerous molecular similarities to the samples we have on record of both Wolverine and Sabretooth." He announced as he walked into the room, his brilliant blue fur and white lab coat contrasting spectacularly. Dr. MacTaggart turned to face him, and nodded her head in acknowledgement.
"So now the question is whether or not these traits are hers by nature or nurture. It wouldn't be the first time we've encountered mutant experimentation, and we know there are several individuals out there modeled after those two". Xavier said to them both. All three of them stood (or sat) facing their patient, thinking of any possible reason as to why The Brotherhood had been so interested in her in the first place, and who she was.
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Storm, Cyclops, Colossus, and Gambit all sat in the kitchen trying to think of a next move. Ororo sat on the counter, leaning forward slightly as she rested both hands on either side. She unconsciously swung her crossed legs as she thought about what Scott had said. They had been sitting here ever since the two of them left Dr. MacTaggart in medi-lab earlier. She quickly glanced at Gambit, who was leaning back in one of the chairs at the table. Only the rear legs remained on the ground, feet propped up and arms folded behind his head. He caught her gaze and new what she was thinking.
"Are ya sure ya wan'na be makin' those accusations jus' yet? I mean, ya migh' wan'na get t'know her first an' all." Remy glanced back in Scott's direction before resting his head back against his arms.
"I must agree with Gambit on this one Cyclops. Even though you raise a good point regarding the ease of The Brotherhood's defeat, it goes against logic to leave her so ineffectual if the purpose is infiltration." Colossus said as the well-built Russian stood leaning against the counter, arms folded across his chest, looking directly at Scott. Scott knew he had been beat, but he wasn't about to trust her any more than he trusted Magneto himself.
"Alright, suit yourselves," throwing his hands up in defeat, "but I still believe The Brotherhood planted her here to spy on us. I'll agree not to treat her like the enemy; however I refuse to welcome her with open arms until there are more facts." Standing up to leave the room, he turned through the doorway and left the others to discuss matters further. Walking down the hallway toward his room, he bumped into Logan travelling in the opposite direction.
"Might want to open your eyes there Summers, maybe then you'll see where you're goin'." Logan said, then noticing how annoyed Scott was. "What's eatin' at you bub?"
"Our new visitor" He retorted, stalking off and into his room.
'Better get down to the medi-lab and see what they want from me.' He thought to himself as he stared where Scott had just been. He couldn't help shake the feeling that it had something to do with the details the latest mission, which he held back on so he could continue to search for Creed. 'Ah, gotta be staying focused.' And with that, he too went on his way, leaving the hallway empty again.
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