Test Results
Author: Lucinda
Rating: lets go PG 13, same as the movie
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the X-Men. they belong to Stan Lee, Marvel
Comics, and Fox movies.
Distribution: If you want it, keep my name with it. Thank you.
Summary: Remember in the movie, where Jean is explaining Logan's
adamantium & healing? this is Ororo's perspective on that.
"The alloy is called adamantium, and it's supposebly
indestructable. It appears to have been surgically grafted to his
entire skeleton." Jean was explaining the results of some tests she
had run on Logan, one of the new arrivals at Xavier's. Her voice
was remarkably calm as she presented her results to the rest of the
team.
Ororo was outwardly serene, a bit curious. Inseide, her emotions
were in turmoil. She glanced at the X-Ray behind Jean. His entire
skeleton was on display - the glaring shine of metal instead of the
more muted tone of bone. The claws, with the clearly artificial
object at the base of them. This was... increadibly unsettling.
Surgically grafted, Jean had said. The sheer amount of surgical work
that it would take... The extensive procedures.
" How could he have survived such a thing?" She realized that her
stunned thought had been spoken out loud, or at least clear enough
for Jean to pick up.
" His mutation. He has an uncharted regenerative capability,
which was probably how he survived the procedure. It also makes his
age impossible to determine. He could..." Jean answered, but Ororo
lost track of the words, falling deeper into her houghts.
The procedure. Jean's answer had implied that all the metal had
been inserted? grafted? added at the same occasion. Ororo
remembered the one time she had had a surgery - simply having her
tonsils removed. She had felt the after effects for weeks. She
couldn't quite wrap her mind around the full extent of what had been
done to Logan. This regenterative factor Jean spoke of - it meant
he would heal quickly fom an injury. but still....
When Ororo had been a child in Cairo, she had once stumbled onto
a body that had been flayed. She could see most of the bones,
exposed when the flesh had been slashed away. Enough of the face
had been left that she had known the person had suffered incredible
agony before dying. She imagined Logan must have suffered something
like that.. only to have survived. To have been put back together.
She could only imagine the faintest hint of the agony he must have
suffered.
Why would someone have done this to Logan? What could they have
intended? This...horrible invasion of Logan's body could not have
been done lightly. It had to have been deliberate. Deliberate
things had a purpose. But, what could have been intended for a man
with unbreakable bones and razor sharp claws?
Actually, she had more than a few ideas about what could be done
with such a person. Her childhood hadn't been sheltered. There were
many things someone could want with an unbreakable man armed with
undetected blades. They weren't nice things, and they wouldn't be
the desires of nice people. But....who had done this?
"Who did this to him?" Scott voiced it, the very thing Ororo had
been thinking. Perhaps what all of them had been thinking.
"He doesn't remember. Nor does he remember anything of his life
before getting it." Jean's answer was quick enough, but her voice
showed that she wished for a different answer.
anything of his life..... Someone had stolen his entire life and
done this terrible thing to Logan. Someone... who had wanted a
fighter with no ties to anyone or anything. Nothing outside of
their purpose. They had found Logan... or whoever he had been
before the metal. His life had been taken from him as effectively
as if he had been murdered, only he was still here. With nothing of
his past... no roots, or ties of blood or friendship. No home, or
job, or, well, anything.
It was no wonder he had been traveling in the remote area they
had found him and Marie in. He had no place to call home... and it
was possible that whoever had done this might be trying to find
him. The only way somebody could do this to another person was to
not see them as a person - to see them as a thing, an object to
remove or as a tool to use. He had been all alone in the world.
But he didn't have to stay that way. Perhaps Logan has no
memories of his past. Maybe the Professor could find Logan's
memories. Regardless, he doesn't have to stay alone. He could have
a place where he belonged. He could belong here, with us. I can
help him to not be so alone.
end story.
Author: Lucinda
Rating: lets go PG 13, same as the movie
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the X-Men. they belong to Stan Lee, Marvel
Comics, and Fox movies.
Distribution: If you want it, keep my name with it. Thank you.
Summary: Remember in the movie, where Jean is explaining Logan's
adamantium & healing? this is Ororo's perspective on that.
"The alloy is called adamantium, and it's supposebly
indestructable. It appears to have been surgically grafted to his
entire skeleton." Jean was explaining the results of some tests she
had run on Logan, one of the new arrivals at Xavier's. Her voice
was remarkably calm as she presented her results to the rest of the
team.
Ororo was outwardly serene, a bit curious. Inseide, her emotions
were in turmoil. She glanced at the X-Ray behind Jean. His entire
skeleton was on display - the glaring shine of metal instead of the
more muted tone of bone. The claws, with the clearly artificial
object at the base of them. This was... increadibly unsettling.
Surgically grafted, Jean had said. The sheer amount of surgical work
that it would take... The extensive procedures.
" How could he have survived such a thing?" She realized that her
stunned thought had been spoken out loud, or at least clear enough
for Jean to pick up.
" His mutation. He has an uncharted regenerative capability,
which was probably how he survived the procedure. It also makes his
age impossible to determine. He could..." Jean answered, but Ororo
lost track of the words, falling deeper into her houghts.
The procedure. Jean's answer had implied that all the metal had
been inserted? grafted? added at the same occasion. Ororo
remembered the one time she had had a surgery - simply having her
tonsils removed. She had felt the after effects for weeks. She
couldn't quite wrap her mind around the full extent of what had been
done to Logan. This regenterative factor Jean spoke of - it meant
he would heal quickly fom an injury. but still....
When Ororo had been a child in Cairo, she had once stumbled onto
a body that had been flayed. She could see most of the bones,
exposed when the flesh had been slashed away. Enough of the face
had been left that she had known the person had suffered incredible
agony before dying. She imagined Logan must have suffered something
like that.. only to have survived. To have been put back together.
She could only imagine the faintest hint of the agony he must have
suffered.
Why would someone have done this to Logan? What could they have
intended? This...horrible invasion of Logan's body could not have
been done lightly. It had to have been deliberate. Deliberate
things had a purpose. But, what could have been intended for a man
with unbreakable bones and razor sharp claws?
Actually, she had more than a few ideas about what could be done
with such a person. Her childhood hadn't been sheltered. There were
many things someone could want with an unbreakable man armed with
undetected blades. They weren't nice things, and they wouldn't be
the desires of nice people. But....who had done this?
"Who did this to him?" Scott voiced it, the very thing Ororo had
been thinking. Perhaps what all of them had been thinking.
"He doesn't remember. Nor does he remember anything of his life
before getting it." Jean's answer was quick enough, but her voice
showed that she wished for a different answer.
anything of his life..... Someone had stolen his entire life and
done this terrible thing to Logan. Someone... who had wanted a
fighter with no ties to anyone or anything. Nothing outside of
their purpose. They had found Logan... or whoever he had been
before the metal. His life had been taken from him as effectively
as if he had been murdered, only he was still here. With nothing of
his past... no roots, or ties of blood or friendship. No home, or
job, or, well, anything.
It was no wonder he had been traveling in the remote area they
had found him and Marie in. He had no place to call home... and it
was possible that whoever had done this might be trying to find
him. The only way somebody could do this to another person was to
not see them as a person - to see them as a thing, an object to
remove or as a tool to use. He had been all alone in the world.
But he didn't have to stay that way. Perhaps Logan has no
memories of his past. Maybe the Professor could find Logan's
memories. Regardless, he doesn't have to stay alone. He could have
a place where he belonged. He could belong here, with us. I can
help him to not be so alone.
end story.