I hate Mondays

Chapter 2: Hank

By

Anything but ordinary

And

The Uncanny R-Man

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Shout Outs-

Agent-G- Heheh. If you thought Emma's day was bad, wait til you see Hank's!

Hank's day started as it always did by suddenly jerking awake in fear of crushing his bedfellow. He cracked open his eyes carefully the same as always fearing what he might see lying next to him, he looked tentatively at what little extra room there was on the king sized bed on which he was sprawled untidily. Seeing nothing lying noticeably on top of the covers Hank peered cautiously under the covers, finding nothing there he decided he must have eaten her. He sighed bitterly as he threw himself off of the bed, another morning ritual, this one aimed to wake himself up with maximum haste. Hank scratched his head as he decided he would have to find another way to wake himself up in the morning that wasn't so hard on his head. This was the same thought he had every morning; Hank's mornings were nothing if not structured.

Deciding against a shower Hank took the Bobby Drake route to personal hygiene in the morning and sprayed himself with a half can's worth of deodorant and splashed on a little of his cheap cologne. He padded towards his wardrobe and flung the doors open unceremoniously and scanned its contents quickly for something vaguely clean. As Hank pulled on his favourite shirt, freshly washed and ironed courtesy of Jean Grey-Summers, his latent bed partner un-lodged itself from its soft nest of his fur and plopped on the floor.

"Ahh, blessed Twinkie, there you are" Hank cooed at the confectionary as he bent down and picked it up, blowing the remnants of his fur off of it before stuffing it in his feline face.

Having found that particular sugary delight inadequate in abating his hunger Hank decided to make his way down to the kitchen in order to find sustenance and coffee.

As Hank ambled his way along to the kitchen, feeling quite chipper for a Monday morning, he became aware of the sound of snow hitting diamond and winced at the carnage that would surely ensue. There seemed only one course of action left open to him and that was to flee to the nearest Starbucks.

Hank felt decidedly better as he walked out of Starbucks, the day was looking good. For a start his stomach was no longer growling and the coffee had certainly helped wake him up fully. Yes, things were looking decidedly good for a Monday morning. That was until Hank was nearly knocked down by some kids on roller skates and attacked by a small, fluffy dog.

'Dogs are definitely becoming more hazardous in my new feline form' Hank thought with a somewhat bitter smile, as he retreated down a back alley.

"Hank?" A familiar voice called out tentatively behind him. He turned slowly, not sure he really wanted to the see the owner of that sultry voice, luckily for him the figure was obscured by shadow, all of her that is except her legs that were far too long and distracting.

"I recognised your strength aura..." She looked him over "What's happened to you?"

Hank suddenly felt self-conscious, as he looked from her legs to his paws "I er... had another transformation."

The figure shifted its pose slightly as if shifting a weight "I like it, it makes you look powerful."

"Synthia... I think about you a lot, every second when you first disappeared. I wondered if you was a figment of my imagination but that bite...you wanted me to remember"

"I did, you may find it hard to believe but I cared...care for you very much, I understand it probably didn't appear that way, the way I used you and all. You are so unlike any person I have ever met but I don't belong here, I had to return home."

"I understand. The only query I have is what brings you back."

Synthia stepped into the light; the weight she appeared to be carrying now became clear. In her arms Synthia held a small girl of about seven years of age.

"Hank I would like you to meet Helia. Helia, this is your daddy."

TBC...

Notes- For those of you that don't know, Synthia is a woman that appeared in an issue of X-Factor in its first run and had a brief but passionate affair with Hank.