John and Rogue go to the Med Lab for the first time
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"So…what can I do for you?" Hank asked kindly. He looked first to Rogue who opened and shut her mouth a few times in hesitation, then he looked to John who looked like he was literally sinking into his chair. "What seems to be the problem?"
Neither of them answered him so he waited patiently. He was taking a sip from his coffee when finally Rogue spoke up, the words tumbling out her mouth.
"I'M PREGNANT!"
Hank spewed out coffee that had been in his mouth just a second before, spraying mostly onto the paperwork he had on his desk. He coughed violently, choking on a mixture of coffee and saliva that got caught in his windpipe. When finally he was able to form words, he looked at the two teenagers sitting in front of him, hoping this was some kind of hazing ritual for the new guy at the X-mansion, and realized they were dead serious.
"Wha…? I don't… How did…? Wha…?" he stammered out. "Are you sure?"
"Unless five home pregnancy tests are wrong…yeah, we're sure," John muttered.
Hank just stared at John for a moment, then looked at Rogue who was fiddling with the tips of her gloves, than back at John who was now twitching his leg uncontrollably. "So…you're the father…"
John nodded curtly, not meeting Hank's eyes.
"You're able to touch her…without…"
Another curt nod.
It was like his brain was on overload and Hank was incapable of forming fully formed sentences. "But I thought… I don't understa… How did you…?"
"You know, for a dude who went to medical school and served the President, you sound like a fricking idiot…" John answered, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"John…" Rogue shushed him, gripping his hand in warning. Her attention went back to Hank who looked like he was still trying to grasp what was going on. "Shouldn't we do some kind of test, just to have like…official confirmation?"
"Uh…sure! Right!" But what he really wanted to do was ask a billion questions on how John was able to touch Rogue and wasn't she supposed to be seeing a certain Mr Drake and what were they doing having sex without protection, are they nuts? and…and…
No, no, he was supposed to be the professional here. He wasn't a gossipmonger like Jubilee, although it took everything in him not to act like her at that precise moment. "Why don't you two go into the examining room next door? I'll get the test and meet you in there."
Hank watched as John scrambled to his feet first and tried to help Rogue out of her seat like she was already plump and round with their child. She giggled as he grasped her by the elbow and hand, whispering if he was going to be this helpful for the next nine months. And if Hank hadn't been sitting right there, he wouldn't have believed it but there was an actual blush creeping up on John's cheeks.
Holy crap…a child… Rogue… Pregnant… With John's child… Holy crap…
Man, I do sound like a fricking idiot…
Hank snapped out of his reverie. He stood up, pointedly ignoring the coffee-splattered mess on his desk, and went in search of the pregnancy test.
Hank silently hoped he was there to see the reaction on Logan's face when he found out. It was going to be priceless.