Doppelganger
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Digging both heels of her hands into the mattress and clenching her teeth against the pain Theresa tried to sit up. Her head began to swim, the grinning idiot reached forward to help her but she flinched instinctively away "don't touch me!" she then hissed at him irritably.
The smirk disappeared, "only tryin' to help darlin'" he growled dropping his hands "there ain't no need to be so damn snappy."
"Well if you would just answer some of my questions instead of grinning at me like an over grown idiot maybe I'd feel more friendly" she berated him superciliously. "Oh, and I would appreciate it if you would please not call me darling" she added with disdain.
With surprise alight in his clear blue eyes he seemed to consider her for a moment, then having reached some kind of conclusion his right suddenly shot out hand towards her, "the names Logan."
She stared at his offered hand her right eyebrow slowly rising "is that it, Logan?" He nodded. "Well is Logan your first or last name?" This time he shrugged his large shoulders non-committed.
Theresa felt her irritation leap even further and she punished his irritating none answer by leaving his proffered hand empty and untouched. Deciding it would be best to ignore the exasperating man Theresa closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tried again to pull her aching body further up the bed. Bone numbing pain erupted in every limb making her groan in protest.
Instantly Logan grabbed her firmly yet gently beneath her armpits and lifted her effortlessly till her back rested against her stack of pillows "sure are one damn stubborn female" she heard him mutter beneath his breath as he pulled back.
She was opening her mouth to give him a severe put down when the doors of the room slid open "ah, Mrs. Millington how are you feeling?"
Turning her attention to the new arrivals her eyebrows furrowed as she watched a slim, smartly dressed bald man of indeterminate age roll towards her bed in a metallic wheelchair. "It's good to see you are awake at long last," he said with a gentle smile "you had us worried there for a while."
Theresa stared unresponsively at the stranger after giving him a brief once over she then slid her gaze to the stunning red headed female standing behind him, the woman smiled softly back at her.
"And just who is 'us' exactly?" Theresa finally asked returning her eyes back to the bald man.
"Yes, of course, introductions" he nodded "my name is Professor Charles Xavier, the lady to my left is Jean Grey and this" he looked at her rude companion "is Logan."
She thought for a moment, desperately dredging though her memories in an attempt to recall anytime she might have seen these people before. It was no good, nothing was remotely familiar, and now she thought about it, there was something even more strange about this situation "why are you all speaking with American accents?" she whispered cautiously.
Nervous glances were quickly tossed between the three "Mrs. Millington this will take a little time, that was a nasty automobile accident you were involved in you've been unconscious almost a week now, but don't worry you're fine and you will make a full recovery."
Dropping her head back against the pillows Theresa rubbed her forehead with the heel of her hand, the aching was increasing and the bright light of the room was making her eyes heavy "so I'm in a hospital?"
"Look, you are obviously tired" reaching out Xavier gently patted her forearm "I promise I will explain everything when you've regained your strength."
She was too tired to argue, she just need sleep then she would get some answers, just a few hours sleep. Squeezing her eyes open ever so slightly Theresa watched as all three moved towards the door "my husband, David" she called after them weakly "does he know where I am?"
Xavier stopped and looked at her over his shoulder "he knows" he answered enigmatically before the doors slid quietly behind him.
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"Not very co-operative is she?" Logan snorted leaning on the back of the leather Chesterfield sofa in Prof. Xavier's office "in fact that is one bad tempered female and not one bit like her counterpart."
"Wouldn't you be in her position Wolverine?" Jean responded, "she's in pain and she's confused, she's bound to be a little defensive."
Another snort but softer this time "well I for one sure don't fancy bein' around when we tell her what's really goin' on."
"I'd hoped not to alarm her this early" Xavier mused out loud "she's not strong enough yet and what we have done needs to be explained very carefully, I only hope she hasn't also realised by our accents that she isn't in England anymore."
"And another thing" Logan added "why did you tell her husband knows she's here Proff? She'll expect to see him, and we all know that is one person we can't produce seein' that the guy's dead. Unless we ask Mystique pose as him for us, out of the goodness of her heart."
"That isn't helpful Wolverine" Jean frowned "but he does have a point Professor maybe we should have told her that her husband has left her, I think she would have accepted that after what he's just gone through, after all it isn't that far from the truth is it?"
"I don't want to distress her anymore than I have to at the moment Logan" Xavier answered "but once she has her strength back I will explain everything to her and hope she can understand why we've brought her here."
"And if she goes off the deep end?"
"We'll cross that bridge when and if we come to it, but we have no choice but to try."
Digging both heels of her hands into the mattress and clenching her teeth against the pain Theresa tried to sit up. Her head began to swim, the grinning idiot reached forward to help her but she flinched instinctively away "don't touch me!" she then hissed at him irritably.
The smirk disappeared, "only tryin' to help darlin'" he growled dropping his hands "there ain't no need to be so damn snappy."
"Well if you would just answer some of my questions instead of grinning at me like an over grown idiot maybe I'd feel more friendly" she berated him superciliously. "Oh, and I would appreciate it if you would please not call me darling" she added with disdain.
With surprise alight in his clear blue eyes he seemed to consider her for a moment, then having reached some kind of conclusion his right suddenly shot out hand towards her, "the names Logan."
She stared at his offered hand her right eyebrow slowly rising "is that it, Logan?" He nodded. "Well is Logan your first or last name?" This time he shrugged his large shoulders non-committed.
Theresa felt her irritation leap even further and she punished his irritating none answer by leaving his proffered hand empty and untouched. Deciding it would be best to ignore the exasperating man Theresa closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tried again to pull her aching body further up the bed. Bone numbing pain erupted in every limb making her groan in protest.
Instantly Logan grabbed her firmly yet gently beneath her armpits and lifted her effortlessly till her back rested against her stack of pillows "sure are one damn stubborn female" she heard him mutter beneath his breath as he pulled back.
She was opening her mouth to give him a severe put down when the doors of the room slid open "ah, Mrs. Millington how are you feeling?"
Turning her attention to the new arrivals her eyebrows furrowed as she watched a slim, smartly dressed bald man of indeterminate age roll towards her bed in a metallic wheelchair. "It's good to see you are awake at long last," he said with a gentle smile "you had us worried there for a while."
Theresa stared unresponsively at the stranger after giving him a brief once over she then slid her gaze to the stunning red headed female standing behind him, the woman smiled softly back at her.
"And just who is 'us' exactly?" Theresa finally asked returning her eyes back to the bald man.
"Yes, of course, introductions" he nodded "my name is Professor Charles Xavier, the lady to my left is Jean Grey and this" he looked at her rude companion "is Logan."
She thought for a moment, desperately dredging though her memories in an attempt to recall anytime she might have seen these people before. It was no good, nothing was remotely familiar, and now she thought about it, there was something even more strange about this situation "why are you all speaking with American accents?" she whispered cautiously.
Nervous glances were quickly tossed between the three "Mrs. Millington this will take a little time, that was a nasty automobile accident you were involved in you've been unconscious almost a week now, but don't worry you're fine and you will make a full recovery."
Dropping her head back against the pillows Theresa rubbed her forehead with the heel of her hand, the aching was increasing and the bright light of the room was making her eyes heavy "so I'm in a hospital?"
"Look, you are obviously tired" reaching out Xavier gently patted her forearm "I promise I will explain everything when you've regained your strength."
She was too tired to argue, she just need sleep then she would get some answers, just a few hours sleep. Squeezing her eyes open ever so slightly Theresa watched as all three moved towards the door "my husband, David" she called after them weakly "does he know where I am?"
Xavier stopped and looked at her over his shoulder "he knows" he answered enigmatically before the doors slid quietly behind him.
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"Not very co-operative is she?" Logan snorted leaning on the back of the leather Chesterfield sofa in Prof. Xavier's office "in fact that is one bad tempered female and not one bit like her counterpart."
"Wouldn't you be in her position Wolverine?" Jean responded, "she's in pain and she's confused, she's bound to be a little defensive."
Another snort but softer this time "well I for one sure don't fancy bein' around when we tell her what's really goin' on."
"I'd hoped not to alarm her this early" Xavier mused out loud "she's not strong enough yet and what we have done needs to be explained very carefully, I only hope she hasn't also realised by our accents that she isn't in England anymore."
"And another thing" Logan added "why did you tell her husband knows she's here Proff? She'll expect to see him, and we all know that is one person we can't produce seein' that the guy's dead. Unless we ask Mystique pose as him for us, out of the goodness of her heart."
"That isn't helpful Wolverine" Jean frowned "but he does have a point Professor maybe we should have told her that her husband has left her, I think she would have accepted that after what he's just gone through, after all it isn't that far from the truth is it?"
"I don't want to distress her anymore than I have to at the moment Logan" Xavier answered "but once she has her strength back I will explain everything to her and hope she can understand why we've brought her here."
"And if she goes off the deep end?"
"We'll cross that bridge when and if we come to it, but we have no choice but to try."
