I Hate Mondays

Chapter 4: Helia

By

Anything but ordinary

And

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- We don't own anything, all familiar characters belong to Marvel.

Shout Outs-

Showstopper- How could I not mention Twinkies? This is a Beast fic after all.

Ldypebsaby- Well, seeing that we've had the Mondays of our three main characters, it's time to actually get the story moving. But first, Hank needs to patch up Tigra...

Agent-G- The Pym thing's a kind of running joke in my fics, isn't it? Heh.


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

Hank stared in disbelief. Did he just hear her right?

"Look, a fly just flew in his mouth...oh wait it's gone again."

The childish lisp pulled Hank from the quagmire of emotional quicksand that threatened to consume him. This gave him the presence of mind to shut his mouth, which had been slightly agape before. He cleared his throat uneasily. "Erm... I think we need to talk about this somewhere a bit more..." Hank looked around the alleyway that was scattered with debris and filth "

"Got any where in mind?" Synthia asked, setting Helia down on her feet.

"Well we could go back to the place where I live. My friends live there too but they'll be sure to give us privacy."


Xavier's-

Hank walked towards the door of the mansion cautiously, he didn't want to get apprehended before he had a chance to explain things to Charles. But first and foremost in his mind was getting Synthia and Helia somewhere safe to rest free from the prying eyes of the mansions other occupants. When he had viewed the pair in daylight it had become obvious that neither was in the best of health. Both appeared rather bruised and bloody but Synthia in particular looked drawn and under-weight.

Before opening the door Hank set Helia down from her perch on his broad shoulders, his eyes sweeping over her quickly as if to check she was still safe. He took in the dark shadows under her cerulean blue eyes; eyes formed like Hanks own had been in his younger days. Her blonde wispy hair only emphasised the paper like quality of her pale skin, which was covered with scratches and bruises in varying stages of healing.

Hank opened his mouth to speak before he followed Synthia's gaze to the doorstep.

"Have we come at the wrong time?" Synthia asked taking her daughters hand in her own.

"I really don't know. It's probably nothing the guys can't handle alone though." Hank said, not sounding too sure, there was certainly a lot of blood spattered about.

If Synthia had known Henry McCoy better she would have noticed that every move he made, even his uncharacteristically plain vocabulary screamed that he was less than confident about the situation.

'Sure Henry, throw you into a life or death battle to save the world and you're all bubbly vivacity. Yet an old love turns up with your child and you feel as awkward as an adolescent on his first date.' Hank thought with a sigh as he walked into the mansions reception.

"By the ethereal light, it's huge!" Helia breathed eliciting a chuckle from Hank.

"Yes I suppose it is." Hank said remembering the first time he had walked into the reception all those years ago, although it had changed somewhat since then.

Synthia just looked at her daughter with pride as Hank moved towards the phone to try and locate Charles. He dialled the internal number for the Professors office when Emma burst in.

"Where have you been?" Emma said somewhat breathlessly like she had been running.

Hank looked over to his guests and offered an apologetic smile for Emma's intrusion.

"Good day Miss Frost. Any idea where Charles is?" Hank asked with his best smile.

"At this moment Henry I don't care. We have an emergency that you need to attend to."

"Now's not a good time..." Hank began.

Emma's eyes swept over the guests "You're right it's not, Tigra's in the med bay bleeding to death."

Hanks mouth formed an 'O' of surprise. "Emma if you would kindly show my guests to somewhere more comfortable, I shall make my way down to the med bay now."

With that Hank careered off down the hall in a series of leaps and bounds.

The door to the med bay opened with a swoosh and Hank immediately began scrubbing in to prevent the risk of infection before examining the young woman on the bio-bed.

After an all too quick examination Hank began getting down to the rather delicate procedure of removing the bullets from Tigra's bloodied body.

{Emma, would you mind scrubbing in I could do with a hand.} Hank asked not looking up from his task, as he smelt Emma approaching a second before the doors opened.

'God I hate Monday's.' Hank thought with a grimace.

TBC...

Next: The other X-Men meet Helia...