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Chapter2
Dissappointment
"And how are you this morning, Mr. and Mrs. Wagner?" The cheerful Beast, better know as Dr Hank McCoy, asked the young couple. Kurt stood next to Kitty, arms around her shoulder in support. Hank
smiled at the two. His eyes examined Kurt with the precision of any skilled physician.
The young man looked horrible. The grief and pain in Kurt's heart was taking more and more of a toll on the german mutant's physical health, the good doctor could see. It pained Hank's heart to see two friends hurt
so badly inside. "My God, Kurt looks so much older than his 27 years." Hank thought to himself.
He had helped so many people in pain. It made his job and his life worthwhile. But for every life he improved or saved, it was usually weighed out by the horrible fact he also had to bear the weight of being the bearer of bad news that could shatter someone's life. Just as he had to do to the friends, whom he loved as family, this awful day.
Hank looked at Kurt in concern. "How have the anti-depressants been working for you, my fine furred friend?" Hank asked.
Kurt smiled crookedly. "Unglaublich." Kurt was lying through his teeth. Anyone who looked at Kurt could tell.
Kurt looked terrible. Hank had at one time suggested Kurt seek psychiatric help to deal with his inconsolable grief. Kurt objected. For Kurt, that would be admitting to weakness, something he was not prone to do. He committed himself to being Kitty's "Rock" to lean on, as well as the attempt to have another child. "Poor Kurt" Hank thought, "Always looking out for others, never himself. He may looked like a demon, but he has the heart of an angel in heaven." This made the news he had to break to the two
of them that much harder.
"Perhaps the two of you should have a seat?" Hank offered the couple the two chairs in front of the lab table. Hank himself hopped atop the lab table gracefully with a folder in hand. For all his bulk, Hank was every bit as agile and athletic as Kurt himself.
Hank cleared his throat and began." Well, I have the results of both your tests. Kurt has a very healthy sperm count, to say the least. And Kitty, you are ovulating and producing eggs as you should." Hank explained.
"So there's nothing wrong. We can have a child?" Kitty asked, relief creeping in her voice.
Hank hopped his glasses up on his nose nervously and shook his head. " Unfortunatly, " Hank said sadly," Your uterine wall was damaged when you had Jacob. While you do indeed produce eggs, the damage and scarring will make egg and embryo implantation
in the uterus nearly if not impossible." Hank looked at the couple in deep regret. "I'm so sorry."
Tears welled in Kitty's and Kurt's eyes once more. No second chances. No precious baby to cuddle and love.
No walks in the park and first words or steps.
Kitty lashed out. "NO!!! It's not fair Hank!! We wanted another baby so badly!!! Can't you do something!!
God, Hank!! Of all the alien shiar technology you have and, and." Kitty was hysterical now. Sobbing uncontrollably.
Yet another loss to deal with. Kurt was more certain now than ever that God was indeed punishing him.
"Isn't there something you can do, Hank?" Kurt looked pleadingly at him with golden eyes streaming with tears.
Hank went over options in his mind. Adoption? No. As bad as mutants were hated , there was no adoption agency
in this world that would give two mutants a child. Hank brooded over and over in his mind.
"There is one option." Hank said
"That is?" Kurt asked, now intrigued.
"Have you considered a surrogate?" Hank asked. " After all, you produce sperm, and Kitty produces eggs. We take
one from each of you, where we fertilize the egg and implant it into a woman who is able to carry the child to term. The
child is genetically yours, but must be carried in the body of another woman." Hank explained.
Kitty became enraged. "You mean, I allow some stranger to carry MY CHILD FOR NINE MONTHS!! NO!!"
Kitty screamed. " You don't understand!! I want this child to be mine and Kurt's project only!! I DON'T WANT
any outsiders!!" Kitty sobbed and ran out the medlab.
Kurt looked sorrowfully at Hank. "Thanks anyway, Hank." Kurt said as he ran after his wife, tears in his eyes.
Hank sat at his desk, pondering. "Shiar technology?' Hank thought, replaying Kitty's words in his mind.
He began searching through his database in his computer. Going through the Shiar information in his computer,
he found a solution to the young couple's dilema.
"Oh, there's no way! It's Ludicrous!! It's Outrageous!! Two things I have become accustomed to as an X-man!"
Hank beamed. "And, as the old cliche goes, it's just crazy enough to work!!" Hank smiled. "McCoy, my friend, you're
a genius, if I do say so myself. I'll do some more research, and talk this over with them in the morning. How exciting!'
Hank squealed as he ran through his computer.
Chapter2
Dissappointment
"And how are you this morning, Mr. and Mrs. Wagner?" The cheerful Beast, better know as Dr Hank McCoy, asked the young couple. Kurt stood next to Kitty, arms around her shoulder in support. Hank
smiled at the two. His eyes examined Kurt with the precision of any skilled physician.
The young man looked horrible. The grief and pain in Kurt's heart was taking more and more of a toll on the german mutant's physical health, the good doctor could see. It pained Hank's heart to see two friends hurt
so badly inside. "My God, Kurt looks so much older than his 27 years." Hank thought to himself.
He had helped so many people in pain. It made his job and his life worthwhile. But for every life he improved or saved, it was usually weighed out by the horrible fact he also had to bear the weight of being the bearer of bad news that could shatter someone's life. Just as he had to do to the friends, whom he loved as family, this awful day.
Hank looked at Kurt in concern. "How have the anti-depressants been working for you, my fine furred friend?" Hank asked.
Kurt smiled crookedly. "Unglaublich." Kurt was lying through his teeth. Anyone who looked at Kurt could tell.
Kurt looked terrible. Hank had at one time suggested Kurt seek psychiatric help to deal with his inconsolable grief. Kurt objected. For Kurt, that would be admitting to weakness, something he was not prone to do. He committed himself to being Kitty's "Rock" to lean on, as well as the attempt to have another child. "Poor Kurt" Hank thought, "Always looking out for others, never himself. He may looked like a demon, but he has the heart of an angel in heaven." This made the news he had to break to the two
of them that much harder.
"Perhaps the two of you should have a seat?" Hank offered the couple the two chairs in front of the lab table. Hank himself hopped atop the lab table gracefully with a folder in hand. For all his bulk, Hank was every bit as agile and athletic as Kurt himself.
Hank cleared his throat and began." Well, I have the results of both your tests. Kurt has a very healthy sperm count, to say the least. And Kitty, you are ovulating and producing eggs as you should." Hank explained.
"So there's nothing wrong. We can have a child?" Kitty asked, relief creeping in her voice.
Hank hopped his glasses up on his nose nervously and shook his head. " Unfortunatly, " Hank said sadly," Your uterine wall was damaged when you had Jacob. While you do indeed produce eggs, the damage and scarring will make egg and embryo implantation
in the uterus nearly if not impossible." Hank looked at the couple in deep regret. "I'm so sorry."
Tears welled in Kitty's and Kurt's eyes once more. No second chances. No precious baby to cuddle and love.
No walks in the park and first words or steps.
Kitty lashed out. "NO!!! It's not fair Hank!! We wanted another baby so badly!!! Can't you do something!!
God, Hank!! Of all the alien shiar technology you have and, and." Kitty was hysterical now. Sobbing uncontrollably.
Yet another loss to deal with. Kurt was more certain now than ever that God was indeed punishing him.
"Isn't there something you can do, Hank?" Kurt looked pleadingly at him with golden eyes streaming with tears.
Hank went over options in his mind. Adoption? No. As bad as mutants were hated , there was no adoption agency
in this world that would give two mutants a child. Hank brooded over and over in his mind.
"There is one option." Hank said
"That is?" Kurt asked, now intrigued.
"Have you considered a surrogate?" Hank asked. " After all, you produce sperm, and Kitty produces eggs. We take
one from each of you, where we fertilize the egg and implant it into a woman who is able to carry the child to term. The
child is genetically yours, but must be carried in the body of another woman." Hank explained.
Kitty became enraged. "You mean, I allow some stranger to carry MY CHILD FOR NINE MONTHS!! NO!!"
Kitty screamed. " You don't understand!! I want this child to be mine and Kurt's project only!! I DON'T WANT
any outsiders!!" Kitty sobbed and ran out the medlab.
Kurt looked sorrowfully at Hank. "Thanks anyway, Hank." Kurt said as he ran after his wife, tears in his eyes.
Hank sat at his desk, pondering. "Shiar technology?' Hank thought, replaying Kitty's words in his mind.
He began searching through his database in his computer. Going through the Shiar information in his computer,
he found a solution to the young couple's dilema.
"Oh, there's no way! It's Ludicrous!! It's Outrageous!! Two things I have become accustomed to as an X-man!"
Hank beamed. "And, as the old cliche goes, it's just crazy enough to work!!" Hank smiled. "McCoy, my friend, you're
a genius, if I do say so myself. I'll do some more research, and talk this over with them in the morning. How exciting!'
Hank squealed as he ran through his computer.
