Their way back to the jet was a silent solemn ride. Spencer was laid down across several seats, where Remy, Jean and Rogue stayed close to look over him. Rogue and Spencer had met while Remy was still with the Southern Belle, they'd gotten along back then, having him in common, Remy guessed they got to know each other over their complaints. He had walked in on their conversations a few times. She'd be supportive when they got together, openly happy for them both. Now watching the way she hovered at the side ready to use her strength if need be, he could see that they may have been closer friends than he thought. The worry and fear coming off her was overwhelming. Not for herself, but for Spencer. Hank joined them soon enough, checking over Spencer for any physical wounds he needed to be prepared for when they arrived. Frowning when he only saw long shiny scars. Evidence of extensive healing.
When they finally made it to the mansion, Hank lead the procession towards the medical lab, Remy walking beside Rogue as she carried Spencer, with Logan and Jean following behind. It was obvious if one thought about it what would happen once they arrived in the medical Lab. Spencer was carefully laid down on a gurney, Remy moving up to his shoulder, hesitant to run a hand through the brown hair like he wanted to. He was started when he saw a pair of blue furry hands reaching past him to clip the neck brace around Spencer's slender throat. He couldn't help the small noise of anger he made at the presence of the very necessary inhibitor collar.
Just because he knew it had to be there, he didn't have to like its presence. He knew with the level of powers Spencer had used, he was quite easily Omega class, even if he was created that way, the powers were still a danger to everyone.
"What about his wings? They can't be affected by the inhibitor collar." Jean asked as he walked towards the unconscious man, carefully inspecting the leather like bat wings that encompassed him. The wings were a physical manifestation of his forced mutation, they didn't use any mutated powers to work, almost just like an extra muscle. Meaning that if Spencer woke any time soon, he would still freely be able to use his wings to escape or be offensive.
"I shall keep him sedated as much as possible while I work on him, I have a specific serum that was created for Mr Worthington, to aid the relaxation of his wings when he was in surgery. A specific anaesthetic that renders them numb and unable to be lifted." Hank explained as he set about searching for the aforementioned items.
After the anaesthetics were injected and Spencer was carefully unwrapped from his wings, that were supported by braces attached to the bed – usually used for a suspended broken limb. Hank sent everyone out, sure that Spencer would stay under for the process of his examination and any work he needed to do on the young man.
Remy stayed, giving Hank no chance to fight him for it. Surprising most people with his unwillingness to leave. It was no big secret that the Cajun hated the labs, refusing to go in there on multiple occasions. It was always a fight when the man got injured to get him to seek assistance in fixing it. Yet today, seeing his love for the first time in three months and seeing just what had been done in that absence, then it seemed obvious that Remy was not going to leave the lab.
He helped Hank as they slowly untied and removed the black shroud cloak from Spencer's unconscious form, draping it over the chair for later inspection as Hank produced a pair of scissors and removed the specialist black, compression top. Finding an almost bulletproof quality to it as he slit it through the middle. Knowing pulling it off would not yet be possible with the presence of his wings.
Although Hank had seen some of the scars on the jet, having them all displayed in stark clarity was confronting to say the least. Remy let out a pained sound as he saw the very cuts that he'd seen in the pictures the BAU had of the murdered failed experiments.
"Interesting," Hank hummed as he inspected what was obviously the main wound to spencer's chest. Running parallel to his sternum, compressing the skin along the sides, where it would be swollen or inflames yet was perfectly healed.
"Dieu," Remy sighed at seeing the wounds laid out in front of him, each a reminder of what he should have stopped. Felling his own guilt building as his self-loathing clenched at his heart for not stopping the monster who had hurt his Spencer. "What is it M.Bête?" He asked in fear of what he's hear from the doctor.
"It would seem, that whoever had taken young Dr. Reid here, had these Specific cuts done within the first day as they have healed far greater than the other here at his sternum. Yet there is a theme of extensive healing centred here, even though it has been three months since the young doctor went missing, it would seem that the scars he has seem to display the healing marker of approximately six months." Hank said as he poked around at the unconscious man's side, where there were obvious bruises and more scars that seemed to be from claws rather than a surgical touch.
The more that the two men uncovered, Remy touching only when told to, still fearful of the man waking up, not wishing to see the anger that had been aimed at him when he's spoken in the field. "So, what y' sayin'? de connard was a time traveller?" Remy asked in an attempt to ignore the obvious training wounds that followed down Spencer's legs, looking to be excessive bruising from a whip or a solid object. Remy having gotten the same ones when he's originally been trained with his bo, having felt the hard staff make contact and seeing the bruises bloom for days afterwards.
"It is a possibility my friend, I believe talking to The Professor may provide more insight - as we know it would not be the first time we have encountered one. I shall ask if he would be willing to do a scan of our young doctor's mind. See what can be procured that way. I am going to put him through a scanner, to see if I pick up any internal abnormalities. As well as run a few tests to hopefully determine the extent of the mutations he has gained. The rumours surrounding him seem quite extensive." Hank explained as he motioned for Remy to step back, draping the blanket over Spencer to keep him warm as he walked with the Cajun to the door of the lab. "There is nothing more you can help me with my friend. I shall call you first when I have any news. The man promised as he led Remy to the door before heading to his own office at the side of the labs. "I believe some people would like to know that you at least have the young man alive."
As the man exited the room, leaving the Cajun by himself, his head reeling. He was right. The BAU would want to at least know what Spencer was alive, if not fully okay. They knew that bit was a possibility but get them out of their grief. He couldn't tell them what Spencer had done, and what they had suspected he's done. He couldn't tell them what the connard had done to their friend. He knew he had to tell them he was alive though. He couldn't let them think the worse. He just couldn't tell them what their sweet, innocent, genius doctor had been turned into.
He sighed as he pulled at his phone that was in one of the many pockets of his trench coat.
"M. Hotch, it's Remy. We've got Spencer…"
