Notes: This is very OLD. I wil be updating sooner or later, but this is all posted in it's original form, completely unedited any farther than it had been. I apologize if it seems a bit rough!
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WARNING: This story deals with adult themes, including (but not limited to) Rape and child molestation. If you can't handle that, please don't read any farther.
Jean awoke the bright lights of the med bay of the Mass Acad. She blinked and groaned softly, putting her hands to her temples and shielding her eyes from the harsh lighting. Her mind prickled like when her hand or foot fell asleep. It wasn't a pleasant feeling at all.
She felt a furry hand upon her wrist, checking her pulse. "Hank?" she questioned groggily.
"Welcome back to the living Jean." He smiled reassuringly to her and helped her sit up.
"What happened?" they bother asked in unison.
Beast grinned at her and attempted to explain how she ended up in the med bay as he went about checking the rest of her vitals. "One minute Emma was staring me down, and you told us to stand by. I assume you went into her mind?" At Jean's confirmatory nod, he continued. "A moment went by as we watched and awaited some event to take place.. and then it did. You just, crumpled to the ground like a marionette with it's strings cut." He came back out in front of her. "It was touch and go there for a while, but you seemed to pull out of it on your own."
"And Emma?"
He motioned to the adjoining bed with a large hand. "She has gone comatose on us."
Jean frowned as she noticed Sean sitting beside the bed, leaning on it. He appeared to be asleep. "I'm sorry Hank.. I think I tripped a trigger in her mind."
"What happened in there Jean?"
"I'm not sure.. I was in a white hall.. and I touched the wall.. Emma appeared and said I broke it.. and then everything went white." She shook her head; she didn't understand any of it. "How long was I out?"
"Nearly nine hours."
Jean blanched. "Nine hours?"
"Well, eight hours and.." He glanced at the clock. "Forty-three minutes to be exact." He smiled sympathetically at the sleeping Banshee and looked back to Jean. "Get some rest. Everyone else is asleep."
"You too Hank."
Beast moved to gently pick Sean up and place him on one of the empty beds, and Jean telepathically made sure he stayed asleep as he did so. He then moved to the bed on the other side of Jean's. "I am, I am."
"See you in the morning Hank."
"Goodnight Jean."
Morning came, as it usually did, for almost everyone. Beast had already looked over the readings from the machines watching over Emma and went with Jean and the kids to get breakfast in the kitchen. Sean was left
in a pained silence, alone with his comatose partner. He wished she would just awaken and greet him in the same haughty manner she did most every morning.
It's a shame how much you miss the things that annoy you so much. Under the circumstances, he would give anything for her to look down her nose at him whenever he said something she didn't quite approve of.
He smiled slightly at the thought of how her eyes would glitter like melting ice in the sun. The thought of her amused laughter made his heart ache. The phantom sensation of her touch whenever she would
massage his shoulders prompted him to reach up to be sure nothing was there. All he found was the fabric of his shirt over the muscles there, taut with stress and worry.
"Please wake up Emma.." he whispered softly as he stroked the back of his fingers against her pale cheek. He felt the lump in his throat grow to painful proportions. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
He hadn't realized he felt this strongly about her. Surely he would have done something about it by now if he had. He just wished she would open her eyes, as if that would make everything all better. He leaned down and gently touched his lips to hers. They were slightly chilled and he pulled the blanket up a bit higher, tucking her in while being careful of the sensors and the IV.
Turning, he started to head out, deciding he needed to talk to Jean. Even if he couldn't do something about the situation, he could at least feel like he was trying. When he reached the door to the infirmary, he stopped and looked back to her.
She looked so innocent, lying there. Like an angel stripped of it's wings. His jaw set and he decided right then and there, that nothing would stop him from getting this angel back into the skies.
