Here's the third chapter of the story. On to it. Note: though two of us
are taking health classes, this was written before that, and no one knows
anything about medicine. Just go with us.
Blood Kin chapter three: The Results Are In!
Twenty minutes after their unexpected quest had arrived, Hank stepped into Xavier's office, carrying documents from his lab. "Hello, Professor. I have some very...interesting news."
***** "The occupants of these six rooms are all away at this point in time." Recruiter stated opening the doors. "I hope these are satisfying enough."
"They're fine. Thank you." Saber gratefully thanked the young, brown head girl with white strikes. Looking at her, Saber noticed the peculiar color of her eyes. "How long have you attended this school?"
"Both of my parents work with Professor Xavier." Recruiter answered.
"Who are your parents?" Hunter asked, stepping into the room Saber had taken for her own.
"Remy and Rogue LeBeau." she answered.
"And what's your name? Other than Recruiter." Hunter questioned.
"Brenna. Brenna LeBeau."
"Would all senior staff meet in the War Room." The voice on the PA system echoed.
In the infirmary, Quinn and Dodger, still sitting with Morgana and Shadow heard the announcement. Dodger looked at Quinn, who shook his head.
Five minutes later, the main members of the X-men; Scott, Jean, Wolverine, Gambit, Rogue, Storm, Beast and the Professor, were awaiting Hanks announcement. Impatiently, Wolverine yelled, "Spit it out, Hank. It's not like one of those ladies is pregnant and one of us is the father."
"Well,...Logan is close, but not entirely correct." Hank stated.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"Well, it appears that...Logan is...the father of our two sick guest."
Wolverine just sat there, stunned, for once having no witty comment.
"Congratulations!" Rogue patted him on the back.
"It also appears that one of the girls is...Rogue's." Hank stated plainly, again.
"What!?" Rogue, Gambit and Logan all screamed.
"Ah sure don't remember having a daughter. Not by him anyway!" Rogue cried, pointing at Logan. "Remy, Ah swear Ah never touched that man!"
"Gambit trust ya, chere'. But Gambit no trust him." Remy confusedly stated.
"I didn't drug your girlfriend, Cajun."
"Dat's 'wife' to you, mon ami." he angrily corrected.
Dodger, still sitting in the far corner, easily not seen, maintained to hold in his laughter.
"How can that be, Hank?" Jean asked.
"He gets around. No offense to Rogue." Scott shot off.
"Offense taken." Rogue bite back, her green eyes nearly staring a hole through him.
"Enough!" Xavier screamed. "Let's get back to the problem at hand."
"Hank, how are they fairing now? And what does this," Storm noted the past conversation, "have to do with them?"
"Right now, they're not bad off; but they may get worse before they get better. As to what 'this' has to do with them pertains to their blood."
"What's wrong with them?" Rogue asked, still stunned at the fact that one of the girls had her DNA.
"Well, what I got from Illya is that they were exposed to some kind of gas while rescuing one of their own. Whatever was in the gas caused a type of blood disease that enters into the blood system through inhalations. This disease attacks the red blood cells causing the victim, or in this case, victims, to slowly suffocate internally."
"Is there a cure, Hank?" Professor X asked.
"Why hasn't the others gotten sick?" Jean asked.
"As of now, no. But I'm hopeful." A saddening expression covered his face. "What's bothering me is what Jean pointed out. That this disease was specifically generated for their DNA." "Oh, man." Dodger moaned unhappily, forgetting he wasn't exactly invited to this meeting. If anyone heard him, they ignored it.
"Why does that bother you?" Scott asked.
"Because Illya also told me that before they were gassed, they heard this voice over their ear comms. He was talking directly to Shadow."
"And Nature is affected because they share the same DNA. Think it was only meant for Shadow?"
"Yes. Yes, I do." Hank added. "We need to find out who the voice was."
"I know just who to ask." Wolverine said walking over to a far corner.
He can't see. He just can't see me! Dodger thought screaming. Quickly, Dodger blocked Wolverine's first blow, only to be caught by the second.
"I thought I smelt something different in the air. First thought it was the Cajun's new cologne." Logan threw him in a chair next to Charles. "So talk, bub."
"Who was the voice on the comms?" Storm asked kindly.
"For all we know, he's name is Mr. Sinister. He created Shadow in a test tube, and raised her for most of her life."
"Not him again." Gambit moaned stepping back into an opposite corner; unhappy that part of his past had resurfaced again. Upset that a child who shared his wife's, the woman he loves, DNA, was created by this mad man.
Rogue, noticing this, went over and comforted her husband. While she laid her head on his chest, she heard someone say, "That explains where Rogue and Wolverine come in."
"What can we do to help?" Jean asked leaning on her husband.
"Right now I only need Logan and Rogue to give me blood samples to test. I may also need you to give blood transfusions." Hank said collecting his papers. "Perhaps young Brenna could also give some blood for the cause."
"Roguey, you and Logan go on down t'the infirmary. I'll get Brenna, and bring her, too." Gambit said smiling affectionately at his wife. Secretly accepting that she had another daughter.
While all the test were being run, Saber and Hunter had adapted to a midnight stroll through the gardens. They had walked in silence most of the time, thinking all the while of what their friend had told them. Eventually they had discussed the events that had led to this moment. "Life's so fragile." Saber quietly commented.
"I know." he added with a deep, weary sigh.
Placing her small, fury hand in his large, worn hand she said, "Thinking about that accident again?"
He shook his head slightly. "I keep thinking there was something more I could have done to save them." His face grew sadder.
"Dear heart, not even the most abject self-recriminations will breathe life back in the dead long enough to give absolution to the living."
Taking her other hand in his, laying it on his chest, he looked down to the small woman standing before him. Her bright blue eyes, shining in the moonlight, stared back up at him, reassuring him that they were not imprisoned by the past they had brought along. Here eyes comforted him more than she knew. She had kept him rational over the time they had traveled together. She, knowing only parts of his past, had trusted him with her life. Illya, as he had come to call her now, had always stuck by him when the times had gotten tough.
Over whelmed by the moment, he suddenly had an urge to kiss her. His lips gently brushed hers. He pulled back, waiting for her to protest. When she didn't , he continued. Closing the distance between them, their lips met in a passionate display of affection. Now they both understood the amount of love that had been growing through their friendship.
End chapter three. Four coming. Okay this chapter has more fluff. Oh well, we all need a little fluff now and then, right? (Laughs uncontrollably...gags...laughs again) Okay, I said none of us know any medical stuff. We came up with the whole thing wrong with the girls, and if you want to know if they live or not; read the next chapter. Later, mon amis!
Blood Kin chapter three: The Results Are In!
Twenty minutes after their unexpected quest had arrived, Hank stepped into Xavier's office, carrying documents from his lab. "Hello, Professor. I have some very...interesting news."
***** "The occupants of these six rooms are all away at this point in time." Recruiter stated opening the doors. "I hope these are satisfying enough."
"They're fine. Thank you." Saber gratefully thanked the young, brown head girl with white strikes. Looking at her, Saber noticed the peculiar color of her eyes. "How long have you attended this school?"
"Both of my parents work with Professor Xavier." Recruiter answered.
"Who are your parents?" Hunter asked, stepping into the room Saber had taken for her own.
"Remy and Rogue LeBeau." she answered.
"And what's your name? Other than Recruiter." Hunter questioned.
"Brenna. Brenna LeBeau."
"Would all senior staff meet in the War Room." The voice on the PA system echoed.
In the infirmary, Quinn and Dodger, still sitting with Morgana and Shadow heard the announcement. Dodger looked at Quinn, who shook his head.
Five minutes later, the main members of the X-men; Scott, Jean, Wolverine, Gambit, Rogue, Storm, Beast and the Professor, were awaiting Hanks announcement. Impatiently, Wolverine yelled, "Spit it out, Hank. It's not like one of those ladies is pregnant and one of us is the father."
"Well,...Logan is close, but not entirely correct." Hank stated.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"Well, it appears that...Logan is...the father of our two sick guest."
Wolverine just sat there, stunned, for once having no witty comment.
"Congratulations!" Rogue patted him on the back.
"It also appears that one of the girls is...Rogue's." Hank stated plainly, again.
"What!?" Rogue, Gambit and Logan all screamed.
"Ah sure don't remember having a daughter. Not by him anyway!" Rogue cried, pointing at Logan. "Remy, Ah swear Ah never touched that man!"
"Gambit trust ya, chere'. But Gambit no trust him." Remy confusedly stated.
"I didn't drug your girlfriend, Cajun."
"Dat's 'wife' to you, mon ami." he angrily corrected.
Dodger, still sitting in the far corner, easily not seen, maintained to hold in his laughter.
"How can that be, Hank?" Jean asked.
"He gets around. No offense to Rogue." Scott shot off.
"Offense taken." Rogue bite back, her green eyes nearly staring a hole through him.
"Enough!" Xavier screamed. "Let's get back to the problem at hand."
"Hank, how are they fairing now? And what does this," Storm noted the past conversation, "have to do with them?"
"Right now, they're not bad off; but they may get worse before they get better. As to what 'this' has to do with them pertains to their blood."
"What's wrong with them?" Rogue asked, still stunned at the fact that one of the girls had her DNA.
"Well, what I got from Illya is that they were exposed to some kind of gas while rescuing one of their own. Whatever was in the gas caused a type of blood disease that enters into the blood system through inhalations. This disease attacks the red blood cells causing the victim, or in this case, victims, to slowly suffocate internally."
"Is there a cure, Hank?" Professor X asked.
"Why hasn't the others gotten sick?" Jean asked.
"As of now, no. But I'm hopeful." A saddening expression covered his face. "What's bothering me is what Jean pointed out. That this disease was specifically generated for their DNA." "Oh, man." Dodger moaned unhappily, forgetting he wasn't exactly invited to this meeting. If anyone heard him, they ignored it.
"Why does that bother you?" Scott asked.
"Because Illya also told me that before they were gassed, they heard this voice over their ear comms. He was talking directly to Shadow."
"And Nature is affected because they share the same DNA. Think it was only meant for Shadow?"
"Yes. Yes, I do." Hank added. "We need to find out who the voice was."
"I know just who to ask." Wolverine said walking over to a far corner.
He can't see. He just can't see me! Dodger thought screaming. Quickly, Dodger blocked Wolverine's first blow, only to be caught by the second.
"I thought I smelt something different in the air. First thought it was the Cajun's new cologne." Logan threw him in a chair next to Charles. "So talk, bub."
"Who was the voice on the comms?" Storm asked kindly.
"For all we know, he's name is Mr. Sinister. He created Shadow in a test tube, and raised her for most of her life."
"Not him again." Gambit moaned stepping back into an opposite corner; unhappy that part of his past had resurfaced again. Upset that a child who shared his wife's, the woman he loves, DNA, was created by this mad man.
Rogue, noticing this, went over and comforted her husband. While she laid her head on his chest, she heard someone say, "That explains where Rogue and Wolverine come in."
"What can we do to help?" Jean asked leaning on her husband.
"Right now I only need Logan and Rogue to give me blood samples to test. I may also need you to give blood transfusions." Hank said collecting his papers. "Perhaps young Brenna could also give some blood for the cause."
"Roguey, you and Logan go on down t'the infirmary. I'll get Brenna, and bring her, too." Gambit said smiling affectionately at his wife. Secretly accepting that she had another daughter.
While all the test were being run, Saber and Hunter had adapted to a midnight stroll through the gardens. They had walked in silence most of the time, thinking all the while of what their friend had told them. Eventually they had discussed the events that had led to this moment. "Life's so fragile." Saber quietly commented.
"I know." he added with a deep, weary sigh.
Placing her small, fury hand in his large, worn hand she said, "Thinking about that accident again?"
He shook his head slightly. "I keep thinking there was something more I could have done to save them." His face grew sadder.
"Dear heart, not even the most abject self-recriminations will breathe life back in the dead long enough to give absolution to the living."
Taking her other hand in his, laying it on his chest, he looked down to the small woman standing before him. Her bright blue eyes, shining in the moonlight, stared back up at him, reassuring him that they were not imprisoned by the past they had brought along. Here eyes comforted him more than she knew. She had kept him rational over the time they had traveled together. She, knowing only parts of his past, had trusted him with her life. Illya, as he had come to call her now, had always stuck by him when the times had gotten tough.
Over whelmed by the moment, he suddenly had an urge to kiss her. His lips gently brushed hers. He pulled back, waiting for her to protest. When she didn't , he continued. Closing the distance between them, their lips met in a passionate display of affection. Now they both understood the amount of love that had been growing through their friendship.
End chapter three. Four coming. Okay this chapter has more fluff. Oh well, we all need a little fluff now and then, right? (Laughs uncontrollably...gags...laughs again) Okay, I said none of us know any medical stuff. We came up with the whole thing wrong with the girls, and if you want to know if they live or not; read the next chapter. Later, mon amis!