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NOTE: I only know Bobby from reading fanfiction. I don't own any marvel comics with him in them. I'm hoping you'll keep this in mind when you see how he is portrayed in this story (pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top?)
CHAPTER 6: I Did WHAT?!
A sort of hazy glow filled Hank's mind as he lay there: the quintessential relaxation that he had come to enjoy following extended hard labour. He felt weak, drained. His thoughts seemed cluttered as he fought to organize them.
#I must have pushed myself to the end of my resources this time, he dimly thought.# Even opening his eyes seemed a chore. Valiantly stretching muscles he'd forgotten how to use, he opened one eye a crack and looked around.
#Oh....the infirmary. But I don't usually see it from this angle...#
"You're awake," he heard Jean say as she came toward him. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm suffering a massive sugar hangover and I'm all out of twinkies."
"Well Hank, you seem to be okay. Your body is just suffering from a massive adrenalin crash - not surprising after what happened." She paused. "Oh, and your rib is responding well to treatment."
#Rib?# Hank looked at her blankly. "Did I fall?" he asked.
"Not exactly," she replied, turning her head so he wouldn't see her smirk. "Rogue hugged you."
"Oh...." he said, still staring at her blankly. "What did I do to deserve such an uncharacteristic display of affection?"
"You gave Tyger a collar."
He chewed on that thought for a moment. "Oh....right. Tyger....collar...WHAT?!!" he cried, automatically jerking upright. The room began to spin.
Place your bets! thought Hank as he began to turn green and clamped his jaws.
Jean was there instantly with a bedpan which he promptly filled.
"Yuk," he said, pushing the try to one side. "That's it, no more twinkies." #What am I saying?!#
Jean handed him a damp cloth. "Maybe you're not ready to sit up just yet, Hank."
"Thank you Jean," he replied, lying back down. "But I do believe that my gastronomic convulsions clued me into that little detail." He looked at her sincerely, asking, "As a dear friend, would you kindly tell me what happened when I gave Tyger that collar? It is all a blur right now."
"Well," Jean replied, still trying to hide her smirk. "You didn't quite give her the collar."
"Huh?"
"Let me explain. You sort of had the collar to give her and Tyger swiped it before you could actually give it to her. This only made matters worse since she opened the box and, sensing it was just a normal collar and considering who she is, the - shall we say, juicy comments? - flew quite thickly."
Hank grimaced.
"And I really do hope that Tyger likes her rubber mouse. Gambit went to such lengths to find one for her..."
"Grrrooooaaaaannnn...."
"Hank, do you need another bed pan?" she asked.
"No, thank you Jean. Please, continue," he bravely added.
"It was rather sweet of you all told, just not really smart of you. I mean, in full public, Hank? You really have been a glutton for punishment these last few days, haven't you?"
"Somehow, stars and garters doesn't even begin to express this...and I suppose Tyger is busy considering sharpening her claws on my eyeballs?"
Jean smiled. "Well, initially your eyeballs weren't the pair she had in mind."
Hank winced.
"But she got over it. Now she just thinks it was a sweet thought - not a well thought out one, mind you - but a sweet one."
"Grrroooaaaannnn." #Can it get any worse?# He stared at Jean, noticing something. "Jean, I know that smile..."
"Well," she said, "Bobby's not feeling too chipper right now, either."
"And how is this depressing?"
"Weeelllll, for you it's not, but Tyger dislocated his shoulder when she made him EAT the bell."
Hank grinned so wide that his face began to hurt as he pictured it. #Oh, my. I hope I won't require stitches everytime Bobby goes to the bathroom for a 'tinkle'.#
"And before you ask, we're keeping him in the bungalow in case Tyger considers ripping off something that can't be put back in place."
Hank just lay there, a serene contented glow surrounding him. "Pop, pop, twist, twist, guess who's next on her hit list!" he sang happily.
"You know, Hank, you can be quite petty at times," Jean commented. She shook her head and left Hank to his meditations.
* * *
Bobby was in the bungalow, quietly raging and asking himself just what the big deal was.
It was only a bell after all...ow! he thought, looking down at his arm resting in its sling. #I mean, it wasn't that big a deal! Maybe it's her time of the month...#
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NOTE: I only know Bobby from reading fanfiction. I don't own any marvel comics with him in them. I'm hoping you'll keep this in mind when you see how he is portrayed in this story (pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top?)
CHAPTER 6: I Did WHAT?!
A sort of hazy glow filled Hank's mind as he lay there: the quintessential relaxation that he had come to enjoy following extended hard labour. He felt weak, drained. His thoughts seemed cluttered as he fought to organize them.
#I must have pushed myself to the end of my resources this time, he dimly thought.# Even opening his eyes seemed a chore. Valiantly stretching muscles he'd forgotten how to use, he opened one eye a crack and looked around.
#Oh....the infirmary. But I don't usually see it from this angle...#
"You're awake," he heard Jean say as she came toward him. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm suffering a massive sugar hangover and I'm all out of twinkies."
"Well Hank, you seem to be okay. Your body is just suffering from a massive adrenalin crash - not surprising after what happened." She paused. "Oh, and your rib is responding well to treatment."
#Rib?# Hank looked at her blankly. "Did I fall?" he asked.
"Not exactly," she replied, turning her head so he wouldn't see her smirk. "Rogue hugged you."
"Oh...." he said, still staring at her blankly. "What did I do to deserve such an uncharacteristic display of affection?"
"You gave Tyger a collar."
He chewed on that thought for a moment. "Oh....right. Tyger....collar...WHAT?!!" he cried, automatically jerking upright. The room began to spin.
Place your bets! thought Hank as he began to turn green and clamped his jaws.
Jean was there instantly with a bedpan which he promptly filled.
"Yuk," he said, pushing the try to one side. "That's it, no more twinkies." #What am I saying?!#
Jean handed him a damp cloth. "Maybe you're not ready to sit up just yet, Hank."
"Thank you Jean," he replied, lying back down. "But I do believe that my gastronomic convulsions clued me into that little detail." He looked at her sincerely, asking, "As a dear friend, would you kindly tell me what happened when I gave Tyger that collar? It is all a blur right now."
"Well," Jean replied, still trying to hide her smirk. "You didn't quite give her the collar."
"Huh?"
"Let me explain. You sort of had the collar to give her and Tyger swiped it before you could actually give it to her. This only made matters worse since she opened the box and, sensing it was just a normal collar and considering who she is, the - shall we say, juicy comments? - flew quite thickly."
Hank grimaced.
"And I really do hope that Tyger likes her rubber mouse. Gambit went to such lengths to find one for her..."
"Grrrooooaaaaannnn...."
"Hank, do you need another bed pan?" she asked.
"No, thank you Jean. Please, continue," he bravely added.
"It was rather sweet of you all told, just not really smart of you. I mean, in full public, Hank? You really have been a glutton for punishment these last few days, haven't you?"
"Somehow, stars and garters doesn't even begin to express this...and I suppose Tyger is busy considering sharpening her claws on my eyeballs?"
Jean smiled. "Well, initially your eyeballs weren't the pair she had in mind."
Hank winced.
"But she got over it. Now she just thinks it was a sweet thought - not a well thought out one, mind you - but a sweet one."
"Grrroooaaaannnn." #Can it get any worse?# He stared at Jean, noticing something. "Jean, I know that smile..."
"Well," she said, "Bobby's not feeling too chipper right now, either."
"And how is this depressing?"
"Weeelllll, for you it's not, but Tyger dislocated his shoulder when she made him EAT the bell."
Hank grinned so wide that his face began to hurt as he pictured it. #Oh, my. I hope I won't require stitches everytime Bobby goes to the bathroom for a 'tinkle'.#
"And before you ask, we're keeping him in the bungalow in case Tyger considers ripping off something that can't be put back in place."
Hank just lay there, a serene contented glow surrounding him. "Pop, pop, twist, twist, guess who's next on her hit list!" he sang happily.
"You know, Hank, you can be quite petty at times," Jean commented. She shook her head and left Hank to his meditations.
* * *
Bobby was in the bungalow, quietly raging and asking himself just what the big deal was.
It was only a bell after all...ow! he thought, looking down at his arm resting in its sling. #I mean, it wasn't that big a deal! Maybe it's her time of the month...#
* * *