Dream State
Jean walked into the infirmary with Elizabeth. Rogue lied in a twin bed, tucked under the white sheets. She nervously looked at Hank, as he put the electrodes onto her temples. She gulped, nervous at what could happen. He turned to the monitor, and typed into the keyboard below it. He glanced at her, sensing the nervousness. "It'll be alright, Rogue." He smiled down on her.
Rogue gulped, and nodded nervously. "I don't know about this, Betsy." Jean uneasily sighed, sitting in a seat next to Rogue's bedside.
Elizabeth crossed her arms, and stared at Jean, "Jean, Rogue needs this done as soon as possible. We can't wait for the Professor to come back from his vacation, and we're not going to worry him either. I'm not strong enough in the telepathy field to handle this." Elizabeth solemnly explained to her.
Jean took a deep breath, as Hank put an electrode on her temple as well. "Now, just in case anything goes wrong, I'm going to be right here," Elizabeth looked at her best friend, who uneasily looked at her from the bed, "Don't worry Rogue. Don't take it personally just in case. And Rogue, in case anything does happen, just remember, that it is not your fault. But, I won't hurt you at all, okay?" Elizabeth assured her.
Rogue nodded, and she looked up at the ceiling above her. "Now, this will induce sleep, Rogue. Just stay calm; think of something positive as you fall asleep. The electrodes I've hooked to Jean is going to show what she sees on the monitor. I'll transfer that information to Cerebro, so we can identify the woman in your head, alright?" Hank explained, typing on the keyboard below the monitor at her bedside.
Rogue sighed, "Alright. Let's just get this over with." She nervously said.
Hank and Elizabeth turned, and walked to the observation room, that was shielded by a window, looking directly into the infirmary. Hank closed the door to the room, and he and Elizabeth sat in two chairs, leading to the control panel in front of them. Monitors stood on top of the panel, lined against the bottom rim of the observation window. Hank slipped on his glasses, and typed into the keyboard in front of him. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." Hank sighed, as he typed.
Elizabeth looked at the polygraph at her side, watching the marker scratch against the scrolling paper. She then turned her eyes to the infirmary, staring at her two teammates inside. "Everyone's upstairs, not knowing about this, right Dr. McCoy?" Elizabeth asked, keeping her eyes on the infirmary.
"Unknowledgeable of the events going on, Lady Elizabeth. We are on lockdown here in the infirmary." Hank answered.
Rogue's eyes began to become heavy, and her breathing became light, as she fell into sleep. Jean let out a sigh, as she closed her eyes to concentrate. Knowing of how Rogue felt, about telepaths delving into her mind, she apologized, "Forgive me, Rogue." She said aloud.
Hank looked at the polygraph, and typed on the keyboard in front of him. "Okay, she's falling into a light sleep now," Hank explained, careful to use plain terms for Elizabeth to understand.
"Dr. McCoy, what causes our dreams anyway? What are they?" Elizabeth asked, as she sat back in her chair, staring into the infirmary.
"Well, my lady, the mind is constantly working. Your body rests, your mind doesn't. Normal studies suggest dreams to be thoughts of the mind, from events in your life. While your eyes are open, absorbing sights around you while your awake, your brain consistently stores it into your memories," He glanced at Elizabeth, as he began to slightly smile, "Don't ever listen to anyone who says you only use 10% of your brain."
Elizabeth looked at him, and smiled at his comment. "I never have, my friend." She smirked.
Hank continued, "But, when you're asleep, your blood pressure lowers, your breathing becomes rhythmic; it doesn't take much for your brain to operate your body to rest. It needs to continually work, using its full capacity. So, because your eyes are closed, and are no longer absorbing information to store away in memory and thoughts, it begins to concoct its own perception of your memories stored away, into its own vision. The mind is a mystery." He smiled.
Elizabeth looked back into the infirmary, a slight smile on her face, "It's amazing how high your intelligence level is, Dr. McCoy." She smiled.
Hank smiled at her compliment, and looked at the polygraph, as he heard the marker begin to rapidly scratch against the paper. "Okay, now she's slipping into a dream state." Hank explained, as he began to type on the keyboard.
Elizabeth looked at the center monitor in front of them, as it began to fuzz. It flashed to a scene of Rogue, in a white walled room, with a white ceiling above her. She was huddled against the corner, her head bowed to her bent up knees. Hank and Elizabeth watched the screen, occasionally glancing into the infirmary. "Jean will probably end up asleep soon, while she locks herself into Rogue's mind. They'll be in her mind together, while she sleeps." Hank explained.
Jean leaned back in the chair, her head resting against the back. Her eyes became heavy, as her eyelids remained closed. Her head turned to the side, as she relaxed into sleep.
"Jean's asleep now. Just as I expected." Hank said, typing again on the keyboard in front of him.
Elizabeth watched the screen in front of them.
Rogue huddled in the corner of the white room. She stood out against the whiteness of the walls, as she wore her black vinyl pants; her black spaghetti strap tank top was covered by her chiffon long sleeved dark green over shirt. Her dark, shoulder length layered brown hair fell forward, with her platinum white bangs falling in front of her face, reaching her chin. She buried her face into her knees, afraid of where she was. She fell asleep scared, and frightened of what would happen. She began to shake slightly, alone in the room. Suddenly, she heard a door to the room open. She looked up, and saw Jean walk into the room, looking around. She was wearing her tanned khaki loose fitting pants and her usual sandals on her feet. The shoulders of her pink cashmere sweater loosely hung on her shoulders. Her long, dark, full red hair fell to her mid back, and she looked at Rogue. Her bright green eyes smiled down at Rogue warmly, as she held her hand out to her. "Come on, Rogue." She smiled.
Rogue looked at Jean's hand, and she hesitantly placed her gloved hand in hers. Jean helped Rogue to her feet. Her 5'8" thin frame stood over Rogue's petite 5'5" body. Rogue let go of her hand, and slightly stepped back away from her, uneasily. Jean's face sobered, "Rogue, you'll have to trust me, okay?" Jean warmly reassured her.
Rogue looked away, her eyes watering. "Jean, I'm scared." She admitted.
Rogue hated showing weakness. She always portrayed herself as the tough skinned, quick witted, fearless one of the bunch. She felt Jean place her hand on her arm. "It's alright Rogue. I'll be here to help you. It's alright to be frightened once in a while." She smiled warmly.
Rogue looked up at her, with tears streaming down her face. She was deathly afraid of the woman in her mind. The woman tried to kill her numerous times in her nightmares. She honestly didn't want Jean to get hurt. The realization of her having to come face to face with her worst fear; the phantom personality, had begun.
Jean walked into the infirmary with Elizabeth. Rogue lied in a twin bed, tucked under the white sheets. She nervously looked at Hank, as he put the electrodes onto her temples. She gulped, nervous at what could happen. He turned to the monitor, and typed into the keyboard below it. He glanced at her, sensing the nervousness. "It'll be alright, Rogue." He smiled down on her.
Rogue gulped, and nodded nervously. "I don't know about this, Betsy." Jean uneasily sighed, sitting in a seat next to Rogue's bedside.
Elizabeth crossed her arms, and stared at Jean, "Jean, Rogue needs this done as soon as possible. We can't wait for the Professor to come back from his vacation, and we're not going to worry him either. I'm not strong enough in the telepathy field to handle this." Elizabeth solemnly explained to her.
Jean took a deep breath, as Hank put an electrode on her temple as well. "Now, just in case anything goes wrong, I'm going to be right here," Elizabeth looked at her best friend, who uneasily looked at her from the bed, "Don't worry Rogue. Don't take it personally just in case. And Rogue, in case anything does happen, just remember, that it is not your fault. But, I won't hurt you at all, okay?" Elizabeth assured her.
Rogue nodded, and she looked up at the ceiling above her. "Now, this will induce sleep, Rogue. Just stay calm; think of something positive as you fall asleep. The electrodes I've hooked to Jean is going to show what she sees on the monitor. I'll transfer that information to Cerebro, so we can identify the woman in your head, alright?" Hank explained, typing on the keyboard below the monitor at her bedside.
Rogue sighed, "Alright. Let's just get this over with." She nervously said.
Hank and Elizabeth turned, and walked to the observation room, that was shielded by a window, looking directly into the infirmary. Hank closed the door to the room, and he and Elizabeth sat in two chairs, leading to the control panel in front of them. Monitors stood on top of the panel, lined against the bottom rim of the observation window. Hank slipped on his glasses, and typed into the keyboard in front of him. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." Hank sighed, as he typed.
Elizabeth looked at the polygraph at her side, watching the marker scratch against the scrolling paper. She then turned her eyes to the infirmary, staring at her two teammates inside. "Everyone's upstairs, not knowing about this, right Dr. McCoy?" Elizabeth asked, keeping her eyes on the infirmary.
"Unknowledgeable of the events going on, Lady Elizabeth. We are on lockdown here in the infirmary." Hank answered.
Rogue's eyes began to become heavy, and her breathing became light, as she fell into sleep. Jean let out a sigh, as she closed her eyes to concentrate. Knowing of how Rogue felt, about telepaths delving into her mind, she apologized, "Forgive me, Rogue." She said aloud.
Hank looked at the polygraph, and typed on the keyboard in front of him. "Okay, she's falling into a light sleep now," Hank explained, careful to use plain terms for Elizabeth to understand.
"Dr. McCoy, what causes our dreams anyway? What are they?" Elizabeth asked, as she sat back in her chair, staring into the infirmary.
"Well, my lady, the mind is constantly working. Your body rests, your mind doesn't. Normal studies suggest dreams to be thoughts of the mind, from events in your life. While your eyes are open, absorbing sights around you while your awake, your brain consistently stores it into your memories," He glanced at Elizabeth, as he began to slightly smile, "Don't ever listen to anyone who says you only use 10% of your brain."
Elizabeth looked at him, and smiled at his comment. "I never have, my friend." She smirked.
Hank continued, "But, when you're asleep, your blood pressure lowers, your breathing becomes rhythmic; it doesn't take much for your brain to operate your body to rest. It needs to continually work, using its full capacity. So, because your eyes are closed, and are no longer absorbing information to store away in memory and thoughts, it begins to concoct its own perception of your memories stored away, into its own vision. The mind is a mystery." He smiled.
Elizabeth looked back into the infirmary, a slight smile on her face, "It's amazing how high your intelligence level is, Dr. McCoy." She smiled.
Hank smiled at her compliment, and looked at the polygraph, as he heard the marker begin to rapidly scratch against the paper. "Okay, now she's slipping into a dream state." Hank explained, as he began to type on the keyboard.
Elizabeth looked at the center monitor in front of them, as it began to fuzz. It flashed to a scene of Rogue, in a white walled room, with a white ceiling above her. She was huddled against the corner, her head bowed to her bent up knees. Hank and Elizabeth watched the screen, occasionally glancing into the infirmary. "Jean will probably end up asleep soon, while she locks herself into Rogue's mind. They'll be in her mind together, while she sleeps." Hank explained.
Jean leaned back in the chair, her head resting against the back. Her eyes became heavy, as her eyelids remained closed. Her head turned to the side, as she relaxed into sleep.
"Jean's asleep now. Just as I expected." Hank said, typing again on the keyboard in front of him.
Elizabeth watched the screen in front of them.
Rogue huddled in the corner of the white room. She stood out against the whiteness of the walls, as she wore her black vinyl pants; her black spaghetti strap tank top was covered by her chiffon long sleeved dark green over shirt. Her dark, shoulder length layered brown hair fell forward, with her platinum white bangs falling in front of her face, reaching her chin. She buried her face into her knees, afraid of where she was. She fell asleep scared, and frightened of what would happen. She began to shake slightly, alone in the room. Suddenly, she heard a door to the room open. She looked up, and saw Jean walk into the room, looking around. She was wearing her tanned khaki loose fitting pants and her usual sandals on her feet. The shoulders of her pink cashmere sweater loosely hung on her shoulders. Her long, dark, full red hair fell to her mid back, and she looked at Rogue. Her bright green eyes smiled down at Rogue warmly, as she held her hand out to her. "Come on, Rogue." She smiled.
Rogue looked at Jean's hand, and she hesitantly placed her gloved hand in hers. Jean helped Rogue to her feet. Her 5'8" thin frame stood over Rogue's petite 5'5" body. Rogue let go of her hand, and slightly stepped back away from her, uneasily. Jean's face sobered, "Rogue, you'll have to trust me, okay?" Jean warmly reassured her.
Rogue looked away, her eyes watering. "Jean, I'm scared." She admitted.
Rogue hated showing weakness. She always portrayed herself as the tough skinned, quick witted, fearless one of the bunch. She felt Jean place her hand on her arm. "It's alright Rogue. I'll be here to help you. It's alright to be frightened once in a while." She smiled warmly.
Rogue looked up at her, with tears streaming down her face. She was deathly afraid of the woman in her mind. The woman tried to kill her numerous times in her nightmares. She honestly didn't want Jean to get hurt. The realization of her having to come face to face with her worst fear; the phantom personality, had begun.
