Chapter Three
Jean and Xavier sat in the corner of the room observing the young girl who was asleep on the bed. Jean had shed the leather and in replacement was wearing a red roll neck jumper and a pair of black bootleg trousers accompanied with the white coat she wore when she was being Dr. Jean Grey. She was quietly re-telling the shenanigans of earlier that evening to the Professor who was listening avidly. When she had finished he paused before continuing their conversation, as if mulling things over in that great mind of his. He finally spoke.
"So would you recommend that we try this type of mission again Jean?" Xavier looked up at Dr. Grey who was leaning against the counter top, chewing on a biro.
"Honestly, no. It didn't go to plan, but for a first attempt it could have gone even worse than that. I mean we were lucky, to, we all came out alive," She glanced towards the door opposite "but I would go to Scott if you want the professional opinion. He would know more about it than me."
"That's okay, Jean. I trust your opinion although I will consult Scott on the matter, and maybe even Logan." He gave Jean a warm smile and wheeled himself towards the girl lying on the bed. It was the first time he had seen the girl properly. She was classically pretty even though her pale skin looked almost white under the bright halogen lights of the surgery. She had white blonde hair cut so it rested on her slim built shoulders and unknown to all the X-men bright blue eyes. She was wearing the clothes that they had found in: a pair of cut off jeans, a white t-shirt with a green shirt over and surprisingly, odd socks but no shoes.
"She's just sleeping off a headache. She was mumbling about images and pain. I couldn't really understand what she was on about but I gave her a mild sedative and something for the pain. She should be waking up soon." Jean walked around to the other side of the bed to face the Professor. "Do want me to call you when she wakes?" Jean checked Lucy's vitals on the machine monitoring her.
"No, all though I do want to speak to hear, but not tonight. Lets leave it till the morning. How is Marie doing?"
"Honestly, not very well, but hopefully she'll get over it. She's been showing some signs of improvement but she's still critical. Bobby's with her now."
"Very well Jean, I shan't disturb him. I'll talk to you later." He turned and made for the automatic doors that concealed the unknown surgery were all new rescuee's were kept until the initial medical was over. She remembered to about this time last year when everyone's favourite patient, a Mr. Wolverine, was checked in. She had a feeling this young girl wasn't quite as violent, but then.
Checking Lucy's stats one more time she left her and went through the door opposite to the one the Xavier left by. It led to another surgery, the same as the first one just smaller. Lying on the bed was Rogue. She had come off worst in this fiasco. Lucy had flipped and lashed out sending out bolts everywhere, one of which directly struck Rogue. She took the full blow of the electricity/lightening and it had thrown her across the room. The thing that stopped Marie on her impromptu flying lesson was the wall at the far end of the room, which she impacted on, leaving a hole 2 inches deep and about 5 foot long. Wolverine had reacted, immediately shooting out his adamantium claws and going for Lucy, until hearing Rogue groan and try to tell him to leave off. Rushing to her aide, Logan had given Lucy one of his If-She-Dies-And-Your-Not-One-Of-Us-I'll-Get-You looks while gathering a limp Rogue in his arms. He had then taken Rogue back to the jet where between him and Storm they had tried their best to stabilise her.
When Jean entered Bobby was sitting next to Rogue, his gloved hand stroking her cheek. He looked up at the Doctor, his eyes substituting for the words he tried to choke out.
"W-wi-will s-ssshe b-b-b-be." He was stumbling on his words his eyes welling up with a fresh wave of tears "o-o-okay?" His normally mischievous blue eyes had turned a watery grey, losing all their spark and fire that Jean knew had attracted Rogue to him.
She sat opposite of Bobby so she could talk to him face to face. "Honestly Bobby, I'm sorry, but I don't know. The electricity seems to have caused damage to both her heart and lungs as well as burning her stomach and back. She took a blow to the head and broke her collar bone and left wrist when she smashed into the wall, but." She paused and tried to give him a reassuring look, but she couldn't see his eyes due to the tears blurring them. She could feel tears stinging the back of her eyes, but she continued. "But she's a fighter and she's responded well as far as I can tell. So it looks very promising. But we have to be positive. For ourselves as much as Marie." she stopped short of finishing her sentence, not knowing how to continue. She tried to make eye contact with Bobby but he wasn't with her, he was searching his soul trying to find himself just an ounce of hope but all he could think of was that she was going to die, even though he knew that she couldn't. Rogue was the love of his life. What he felt was like nothing on this world. He would die for her if it meant she would live. Every time he saw her or even thought about her his heart skipped a beat. It pounded harder every time she flicked her hair or glanced across the room at him. Some days he thought it would beat itself straight out of his ribcage. She was his reason for waking up in the morning, for enduring double maths and for going to bed at night. She was the sun in his sky, the whistle in his wind, the light of his life. He couldn't let her die. Ever. But then the situation wasn't in his control.
"Bobby, that's not what I meant. The fact that she's still alive now is very promising. Now whether that's because she is a mutant or just because she is a fighter, I can't tell yet, but we still don't know the full extent " Jean tried to reassure him that Rogue was okay that she would pull through but the tears in her eyes told another story. Walking around the bed to be next to Bobby, the sound of her boots on the cold floor filled the silent room. The feeling of angst and worry was reflected in the silent atmosphere of the surgery.
Bobby felt Jean put her arm round his shoulders. She gently rubbed the top of his shoulder blade, just like the way his mum used to do when one of his beloved pets had died or when he had hurt himself.
"Tell me she won't die. Promise me you will do every you can to help her live." He shrugged off her arm and turned in his seat to face her, taking his hand away from Marie's face for the first time since he had seen her lying there, helplessly hooked up to about 3 machines. "Promise me she'll survive."
Jean's heart was torn in two over the young man's plea. Her medical training told her to tell him that she was a doctor, not a miracle worker, but she would do her best by Rogue. Jean the teacher told her to promise him that by tomorrow night Rogue would be back to normal and everything would hunky-dory and Jean the friend told her to just be there for him. Simply whispering "I'll do my best" she took him back in her embrace as tears fell down both Bobby and Jean's face.
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It is a well known fact that the corridors of a boarding school, or any school in that matter, are never empty. Even in the dead of night. Lovers, late night rendezvous and peckish midnight snacker's mean the corridors are always occupied, even at 2:19 in the morning However, the occupier of this corridor wasn't a student. He wasn't even a teacher. He was an X-men. And one defying his orders. Wolverine had been told that he had to patrol the West wing corridor, which wasn't the one he was on at the moment. He was currently heading down the main East wing towards were the surgery and the Professors quarters were. But he didn't plan on visiting Xavier. His intended host was a young girl who he planned on helping, no matter what it took. Pushing his palm against a blue touch screen no bigger than a video box he waited for the doors to slide open. He passed through the first surgery, overlooking the young, blonde girl lying on the bed. In the second surgery he stopped and stared at the bed. Lying there was a girl hooked up to a three machines and a monitor. He stared at her, trying to control any obvious signs of emotion even though he was the only conscious one in the room. He stepped cautiously towards the bed. Sitting on a chair next to it he stared at the young girl, his eyes telling a story his mouth couldn't. Wolverine rubbed his palms together, trying to kneed out the tingling feeling in them.
Wolverine was scared. He felt like he knew Marie, that she was someone from his past that he couldn't remember. He felt a need to look after her and to protect her and that was his reason for what he was going to do next. Even though Logan's mind was fogged by doubts and anxieties, he leant over the bed and took the young girls hand. He gulped back the pain as he felt a pulsing sensation run through his body and his skin turn a pale, ghostly white. He watched in slight horror as blueish veins in his arms, neck and all over his body started to rise up against his skin. He tried to distract his mind by thinking of something else, something different, but all that occupied it was Rogue and the process that was happening between them. Logan could feel his body becoming heavy with an almost deathly tire, but even so he still focused all his energy on maintaining his grip with her. To him that was all that mattered. Believe it or not, next to his lust for Jean, she was the only person she cared for. He didn't have the time for Scott and Ororo had a good heart, but she still annoyed him, she was almost too perfect. The majority of the other kids where still shit scared of him and those that weren't still tended to keep out of way. He felt a deathly fog mist his mind, but he still gripped Marie's hand until it was pulled out from his.
Marie sat bolt upright in bed and pulled her hand from Logan's. She felt a torrid of emotions as she realised that yet again he had saved her life.
"Logan! Logan!" She didn't dare touch him. He didn't respond. "Logan, Logan, please WAKE UP!" she knew that shouting made no difference, instead she pulled the wires and drips out of her and went to get out of bed, but doubled over in pain. Even though she was now conscious she had pulled her hand out of Logan's before the complete healing process was over and the wounds sustained to her back and stomach were still painful. Trying again she managed to stumble to her feet and gripped onto the bed, her nails tearing the cotton sheets in agony. Ignoring the fire raging through her midriff and back she walked towards the door. It opened for her and she saw another room, the same as hers. On the bed lay the girl who had done this to her. She didn't feel anything towards her, no hatred, no pity. Just blankness where the emotion should have been. She glanced at Logan, who was still laying helplessly half on the bed half on the chair. The image of him being so helpless, so vulnerable, spurred her on to ignore the girl on the bed and walk on further.
Jean and Xavier sat in the corner of the room observing the young girl who was asleep on the bed. Jean had shed the leather and in replacement was wearing a red roll neck jumper and a pair of black bootleg trousers accompanied with the white coat she wore when she was being Dr. Jean Grey. She was quietly re-telling the shenanigans of earlier that evening to the Professor who was listening avidly. When she had finished he paused before continuing their conversation, as if mulling things over in that great mind of his. He finally spoke.
"So would you recommend that we try this type of mission again Jean?" Xavier looked up at Dr. Grey who was leaning against the counter top, chewing on a biro.
"Honestly, no. It didn't go to plan, but for a first attempt it could have gone even worse than that. I mean we were lucky, to, we all came out alive," She glanced towards the door opposite "but I would go to Scott if you want the professional opinion. He would know more about it than me."
"That's okay, Jean. I trust your opinion although I will consult Scott on the matter, and maybe even Logan." He gave Jean a warm smile and wheeled himself towards the girl lying on the bed. It was the first time he had seen the girl properly. She was classically pretty even though her pale skin looked almost white under the bright halogen lights of the surgery. She had white blonde hair cut so it rested on her slim built shoulders and unknown to all the X-men bright blue eyes. She was wearing the clothes that they had found in: a pair of cut off jeans, a white t-shirt with a green shirt over and surprisingly, odd socks but no shoes.
"She's just sleeping off a headache. She was mumbling about images and pain. I couldn't really understand what she was on about but I gave her a mild sedative and something for the pain. She should be waking up soon." Jean walked around to the other side of the bed to face the Professor. "Do want me to call you when she wakes?" Jean checked Lucy's vitals on the machine monitoring her.
"No, all though I do want to speak to hear, but not tonight. Lets leave it till the morning. How is Marie doing?"
"Honestly, not very well, but hopefully she'll get over it. She's been showing some signs of improvement but she's still critical. Bobby's with her now."
"Very well Jean, I shan't disturb him. I'll talk to you later." He turned and made for the automatic doors that concealed the unknown surgery were all new rescuee's were kept until the initial medical was over. She remembered to about this time last year when everyone's favourite patient, a Mr. Wolverine, was checked in. She had a feeling this young girl wasn't quite as violent, but then.
Checking Lucy's stats one more time she left her and went through the door opposite to the one the Xavier left by. It led to another surgery, the same as the first one just smaller. Lying on the bed was Rogue. She had come off worst in this fiasco. Lucy had flipped and lashed out sending out bolts everywhere, one of which directly struck Rogue. She took the full blow of the electricity/lightening and it had thrown her across the room. The thing that stopped Marie on her impromptu flying lesson was the wall at the far end of the room, which she impacted on, leaving a hole 2 inches deep and about 5 foot long. Wolverine had reacted, immediately shooting out his adamantium claws and going for Lucy, until hearing Rogue groan and try to tell him to leave off. Rushing to her aide, Logan had given Lucy one of his If-She-Dies-And-Your-Not-One-Of-Us-I'll-Get-You looks while gathering a limp Rogue in his arms. He had then taken Rogue back to the jet where between him and Storm they had tried their best to stabilise her.
When Jean entered Bobby was sitting next to Rogue, his gloved hand stroking her cheek. He looked up at the Doctor, his eyes substituting for the words he tried to choke out.
"W-wi-will s-ssshe b-b-b-be." He was stumbling on his words his eyes welling up with a fresh wave of tears "o-o-okay?" His normally mischievous blue eyes had turned a watery grey, losing all their spark and fire that Jean knew had attracted Rogue to him.
She sat opposite of Bobby so she could talk to him face to face. "Honestly Bobby, I'm sorry, but I don't know. The electricity seems to have caused damage to both her heart and lungs as well as burning her stomach and back. She took a blow to the head and broke her collar bone and left wrist when she smashed into the wall, but." She paused and tried to give him a reassuring look, but she couldn't see his eyes due to the tears blurring them. She could feel tears stinging the back of her eyes, but she continued. "But she's a fighter and she's responded well as far as I can tell. So it looks very promising. But we have to be positive. For ourselves as much as Marie." she stopped short of finishing her sentence, not knowing how to continue. She tried to make eye contact with Bobby but he wasn't with her, he was searching his soul trying to find himself just an ounce of hope but all he could think of was that she was going to die, even though he knew that she couldn't. Rogue was the love of his life. What he felt was like nothing on this world. He would die for her if it meant she would live. Every time he saw her or even thought about her his heart skipped a beat. It pounded harder every time she flicked her hair or glanced across the room at him. Some days he thought it would beat itself straight out of his ribcage. She was his reason for waking up in the morning, for enduring double maths and for going to bed at night. She was the sun in his sky, the whistle in his wind, the light of his life. He couldn't let her die. Ever. But then the situation wasn't in his control.
"Bobby, that's not what I meant. The fact that she's still alive now is very promising. Now whether that's because she is a mutant or just because she is a fighter, I can't tell yet, but we still don't know the full extent " Jean tried to reassure him that Rogue was okay that she would pull through but the tears in her eyes told another story. Walking around the bed to be next to Bobby, the sound of her boots on the cold floor filled the silent room. The feeling of angst and worry was reflected in the silent atmosphere of the surgery.
Bobby felt Jean put her arm round his shoulders. She gently rubbed the top of his shoulder blade, just like the way his mum used to do when one of his beloved pets had died or when he had hurt himself.
"Tell me she won't die. Promise me you will do every you can to help her live." He shrugged off her arm and turned in his seat to face her, taking his hand away from Marie's face for the first time since he had seen her lying there, helplessly hooked up to about 3 machines. "Promise me she'll survive."
Jean's heart was torn in two over the young man's plea. Her medical training told her to tell him that she was a doctor, not a miracle worker, but she would do her best by Rogue. Jean the teacher told her to promise him that by tomorrow night Rogue would be back to normal and everything would hunky-dory and Jean the friend told her to just be there for him. Simply whispering "I'll do my best" she took him back in her embrace as tears fell down both Bobby and Jean's face.
***
It is a well known fact that the corridors of a boarding school, or any school in that matter, are never empty. Even in the dead of night. Lovers, late night rendezvous and peckish midnight snacker's mean the corridors are always occupied, even at 2:19 in the morning However, the occupier of this corridor wasn't a student. He wasn't even a teacher. He was an X-men. And one defying his orders. Wolverine had been told that he had to patrol the West wing corridor, which wasn't the one he was on at the moment. He was currently heading down the main East wing towards were the surgery and the Professors quarters were. But he didn't plan on visiting Xavier. His intended host was a young girl who he planned on helping, no matter what it took. Pushing his palm against a blue touch screen no bigger than a video box he waited for the doors to slide open. He passed through the first surgery, overlooking the young, blonde girl lying on the bed. In the second surgery he stopped and stared at the bed. Lying there was a girl hooked up to a three machines and a monitor. He stared at her, trying to control any obvious signs of emotion even though he was the only conscious one in the room. He stepped cautiously towards the bed. Sitting on a chair next to it he stared at the young girl, his eyes telling a story his mouth couldn't. Wolverine rubbed his palms together, trying to kneed out the tingling feeling in them.
Wolverine was scared. He felt like he knew Marie, that she was someone from his past that he couldn't remember. He felt a need to look after her and to protect her and that was his reason for what he was going to do next. Even though Logan's mind was fogged by doubts and anxieties, he leant over the bed and took the young girls hand. He gulped back the pain as he felt a pulsing sensation run through his body and his skin turn a pale, ghostly white. He watched in slight horror as blueish veins in his arms, neck and all over his body started to rise up against his skin. He tried to distract his mind by thinking of something else, something different, but all that occupied it was Rogue and the process that was happening between them. Logan could feel his body becoming heavy with an almost deathly tire, but even so he still focused all his energy on maintaining his grip with her. To him that was all that mattered. Believe it or not, next to his lust for Jean, she was the only person she cared for. He didn't have the time for Scott and Ororo had a good heart, but she still annoyed him, she was almost too perfect. The majority of the other kids where still shit scared of him and those that weren't still tended to keep out of way. He felt a deathly fog mist his mind, but he still gripped Marie's hand until it was pulled out from his.
Marie sat bolt upright in bed and pulled her hand from Logan's. She felt a torrid of emotions as she realised that yet again he had saved her life.
"Logan! Logan!" She didn't dare touch him. He didn't respond. "Logan, Logan, please WAKE UP!" she knew that shouting made no difference, instead she pulled the wires and drips out of her and went to get out of bed, but doubled over in pain. Even though she was now conscious she had pulled her hand out of Logan's before the complete healing process was over and the wounds sustained to her back and stomach were still painful. Trying again she managed to stumble to her feet and gripped onto the bed, her nails tearing the cotton sheets in agony. Ignoring the fire raging through her midriff and back she walked towards the door. It opened for her and she saw another room, the same as hers. On the bed lay the girl who had done this to her. She didn't feel anything towards her, no hatred, no pity. Just blankness where the emotion should have been. She glanced at Logan, who was still laying helplessly half on the bed half on the chair. The image of him being so helpless, so vulnerable, spurred her on to ignore the girl on the bed and walk on further.