Part eight. Sorry for the long wait. History sucks! I know this is short, but I thought something was better then nothing, and my creative juices are pretty much non-existant right now, damn things. :)
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"Scott!" Jean cried, running to his arms. "You're okay!"
"I'm fine," Scott said, giving her a quick kiss. "Bobby's not though. He got a bullet in his arm. We found three mutants, including the one Ebony mentioned, and two others. One of them killed herself, unfortunately though. Apparently Ebony's twin sister." He motioned to the girl Logan was carrying in his arms.
"Let's get everyone to the lab before we get into details," Jean said, glancing at the new mutants. "Bobby, let me see your arm real quick." She tore off the arm of his uniform and examined the wound. "Looks like it went through. You're very lucky Robert."
At the mention of his full name, Logan coughed. He didn't say anything and raised his arm in a threatening manner at Bobby's glare.
"What's that all about?" Jean asked as she started walking to the lab, the others walking with her.
::I'll tell you later,:: Scott said through their mental bond. ::Bobby would kill me if I said anything out loud. Ororo and I are going to finish putting away the jet.:: Jean nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Jean nodded. "Did you get the drug?"
The blue mutant cut in at that moment. "I can make it in a few hours," he said. "By the way miss, I'm Hank McCoy," offering a huge hand to shake.
"Dr. Jean Grey," Jean said, taking his fur-covered hand. "Nice to meet you."
"'Ello dere, Chere," the other mutant said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Remy's pleased ta meet ya."
::He talks in third person,:: Scott sent hurriedly before going to take care of the jet.
"Nice to meet you too, Remy," Jean said. She noticed he was wearing sunglasses. I wonder if his eyes are like Ebony's, Jean thought fleetingly. "Can you make the drug any faster?" she asked Hank.
"I'm not entirely sure," he replied. "Why?"
"She's on an IV drip of sedatives," Jean said. "We gave her a shot a few hours ago, but her healing factor quickly got rid of it. Her vitals aren't stable either. Her pulse is accelerating and her blood pressure is rising."
"In that case, I'll try to hurry, but I can't guarantee anything," he said.
"I understand," Jean said as she opened the door to the med lab. "Bobby, go sit on an examination table. Logan, lay the girl on an examination table as well. We might be able to get some answers from her that may prevent something like this with Ebony in the future. I'm going to get Hank set up so he can get that drug started."
"Where be Renee?" Remy asked.
"Renee?" Jean asked, looking up from a set of scientific beakers.
"Ebony's real name," Bobby said.
"Through that door," Jean said, pointing. "The professor's with her."
Logan followed Remy to go see her.
"There we go," Jean said a minute later. "Work your magic, Hank," she said with a smile and lightly patted the blue being on his giant arm.
"About time," Bobby said jokingly when Jean came to examine him.
"You want to be attended at all?" Jean asked with a small smile.
Bobby smiled back.
"This may hurt," Jean said as she put something on his wound to clean it.
"Ow!"
"Baby," Jean muttered. She affirmed her earlier suspicions that the bullet had passed through and dressed the wound. She quickly gave him instructions about changing the dressings and gave him some painkillers. "And Rogue is in the rec room with Jubilee and Kitty. I think they're watching '10 Things I Hate About You'. Again," she added with a small smile.
Bobby blushed at having Jean guess his thoughts and quickly left the room. Jean walked over to where Hank was mixing formulas.
"How's it going?" she asked.
"Pretty good," he said, measuring a clear fluid to add to the light blue mixture.
"Did the other girl need these shots, too?"
"Her name was Tatiana. And no, she didn't," he said. "She had something in her DNA that prevented her powers from getting out of hand. Renee wasn't as blessed as her sister. We tried implanting the gene into Renee's body, but it nearly killed her. Somewhere along the line of mixing DNA strands, the scientists in charge missed something or added something that wasn't supposed to be."
"Who was behind the operation, do you know?" Jean asked.
"I'm sorry, my red-headed friend, I don't," he said sadly. "There," he said as he set a long, skinny tube of liquid into a holder. "We just have to let it sit for a minimum of two hours, and it'll be ready.
"Two hours?" Jean asked, slightly shocked. She knew some formulas took a while to mix, but two hours was close to forever in this case.
"Any sooner than that, and the liquids won't be properly mixed. Trust me, we found out the hard way of how long to keep it mixing," Hank said. "The other scientists and I came close to killing poor Renee more than a few times."
"You were in on this?" Jean asked. Her brown eyes flashed with a hint of anger.
"Only to save dear Renee," he said quickly. He turned to look her in the eyes. Warm brown eyes met blue ones. "I'm an expert in genetics. I'm also an excellent doctor and did everything I could to keep that girl alive." He paused for a minute. "May I go see her now?"
Jean nodded, trying to absorb this new information. With a shake of her head, she went into Ebony's room with the others. The professor hadn't moved. Hank and Remy were on either side of the bed, holding each of her gloved hands. Logan stood next to Remy, staring at the young mutant.
Ebony seemed to be even paler than usual. Her hair was splayed against the pillow. She hadn't moved from the position Jean had left her in: slightly propped up, legs out straight in front of her. Jean quickly checked a few monitors near the bed and frowned. Ebony's pulse was still accelerating.
Jean knew from the tests taken when Ebony first came here that the girl's pulse was slower then the average human's. Much slower: around forty beats per minute. Her blood pressure was normal, at the low ends of the human average scale.
Now, however, the mutant's pulse was at 75 beats per minute. Her blood pressure was now in the high ends of the average human scale. They had risen in a matter hours, since breakfast when the first problems had started occurring. It was now early evening.
Jean was worried about how much more her vitals would rise before the drug was ready. She was also concerned about the amount of sedatives might have to be used by that time to keep her under. Time will tell, unfortunately, Jean thought with a sigh.
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"Scott!" Jean cried, running to his arms. "You're okay!"
"I'm fine," Scott said, giving her a quick kiss. "Bobby's not though. He got a bullet in his arm. We found three mutants, including the one Ebony mentioned, and two others. One of them killed herself, unfortunately though. Apparently Ebony's twin sister." He motioned to the girl Logan was carrying in his arms.
"Let's get everyone to the lab before we get into details," Jean said, glancing at the new mutants. "Bobby, let me see your arm real quick." She tore off the arm of his uniform and examined the wound. "Looks like it went through. You're very lucky Robert."
At the mention of his full name, Logan coughed. He didn't say anything and raised his arm in a threatening manner at Bobby's glare.
"What's that all about?" Jean asked as she started walking to the lab, the others walking with her.
::I'll tell you later,:: Scott said through their mental bond. ::Bobby would kill me if I said anything out loud. Ororo and I are going to finish putting away the jet.:: Jean nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Jean nodded. "Did you get the drug?"
The blue mutant cut in at that moment. "I can make it in a few hours," he said. "By the way miss, I'm Hank McCoy," offering a huge hand to shake.
"Dr. Jean Grey," Jean said, taking his fur-covered hand. "Nice to meet you."
"'Ello dere, Chere," the other mutant said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Remy's pleased ta meet ya."
::He talks in third person,:: Scott sent hurriedly before going to take care of the jet.
"Nice to meet you too, Remy," Jean said. She noticed he was wearing sunglasses. I wonder if his eyes are like Ebony's, Jean thought fleetingly. "Can you make the drug any faster?" she asked Hank.
"I'm not entirely sure," he replied. "Why?"
"She's on an IV drip of sedatives," Jean said. "We gave her a shot a few hours ago, but her healing factor quickly got rid of it. Her vitals aren't stable either. Her pulse is accelerating and her blood pressure is rising."
"In that case, I'll try to hurry, but I can't guarantee anything," he said.
"I understand," Jean said as she opened the door to the med lab. "Bobby, go sit on an examination table. Logan, lay the girl on an examination table as well. We might be able to get some answers from her that may prevent something like this with Ebony in the future. I'm going to get Hank set up so he can get that drug started."
"Where be Renee?" Remy asked.
"Renee?" Jean asked, looking up from a set of scientific beakers.
"Ebony's real name," Bobby said.
"Through that door," Jean said, pointing. "The professor's with her."
Logan followed Remy to go see her.
"There we go," Jean said a minute later. "Work your magic, Hank," she said with a smile and lightly patted the blue being on his giant arm.
"About time," Bobby said jokingly when Jean came to examine him.
"You want to be attended at all?" Jean asked with a small smile.
Bobby smiled back.
"This may hurt," Jean said as she put something on his wound to clean it.
"Ow!"
"Baby," Jean muttered. She affirmed her earlier suspicions that the bullet had passed through and dressed the wound. She quickly gave him instructions about changing the dressings and gave him some painkillers. "And Rogue is in the rec room with Jubilee and Kitty. I think they're watching '10 Things I Hate About You'. Again," she added with a small smile.
Bobby blushed at having Jean guess his thoughts and quickly left the room. Jean walked over to where Hank was mixing formulas.
"How's it going?" she asked.
"Pretty good," he said, measuring a clear fluid to add to the light blue mixture.
"Did the other girl need these shots, too?"
"Her name was Tatiana. And no, she didn't," he said. "She had something in her DNA that prevented her powers from getting out of hand. Renee wasn't as blessed as her sister. We tried implanting the gene into Renee's body, but it nearly killed her. Somewhere along the line of mixing DNA strands, the scientists in charge missed something or added something that wasn't supposed to be."
"Who was behind the operation, do you know?" Jean asked.
"I'm sorry, my red-headed friend, I don't," he said sadly. "There," he said as he set a long, skinny tube of liquid into a holder. "We just have to let it sit for a minimum of two hours, and it'll be ready.
"Two hours?" Jean asked, slightly shocked. She knew some formulas took a while to mix, but two hours was close to forever in this case.
"Any sooner than that, and the liquids won't be properly mixed. Trust me, we found out the hard way of how long to keep it mixing," Hank said. "The other scientists and I came close to killing poor Renee more than a few times."
"You were in on this?" Jean asked. Her brown eyes flashed with a hint of anger.
"Only to save dear Renee," he said quickly. He turned to look her in the eyes. Warm brown eyes met blue ones. "I'm an expert in genetics. I'm also an excellent doctor and did everything I could to keep that girl alive." He paused for a minute. "May I go see her now?"
Jean nodded, trying to absorb this new information. With a shake of her head, she went into Ebony's room with the others. The professor hadn't moved. Hank and Remy were on either side of the bed, holding each of her gloved hands. Logan stood next to Remy, staring at the young mutant.
Ebony seemed to be even paler than usual. Her hair was splayed against the pillow. She hadn't moved from the position Jean had left her in: slightly propped up, legs out straight in front of her. Jean quickly checked a few monitors near the bed and frowned. Ebony's pulse was still accelerating.
Jean knew from the tests taken when Ebony first came here that the girl's pulse was slower then the average human's. Much slower: around forty beats per minute. Her blood pressure was normal, at the low ends of the human average scale.
Now, however, the mutant's pulse was at 75 beats per minute. Her blood pressure was now in the high ends of the average human scale. They had risen in a matter hours, since breakfast when the first problems had started occurring. It was now early evening.
Jean was worried about how much more her vitals would rise before the drug was ready. She was also concerned about the amount of sedatives might have to be used by that time to keep her under. Time will tell, unfortunately, Jean thought with a sigh.