A/N: Piotr is pronounced Peter, just a note.
As her physical grew closer and closer, Brooke felt the butterflies build up in her stomach. So far this morning they had determined not to continue her schooling since it didn't really affect her at the moment, and they had also found her a room to call her own. She knew with a smile that she wouldn't use the room they gave her right away; she was too comfortable where she had spent her first night here at the mansion.
Finally she couldn't avoid it anymore as the digital clock told her it was 9:05, she took Piotr's arm, who didn't seem to mind following his new friend and headed for the elevator. He gave her a reassuring smile as he pushed the elevator button inside; her hand was trembling against his.
"Are you alright with this check up? You could've said no to Jean this morning if you weren't comfortable having it yet." He asked her in the small confined space.
"No, I'm fine don't worry about me." She tried to hide her fear as her chest began to heave up and down more noticeably.
"Brooke it's okay being scared, we all understand what you went through. I think we should just go up stairs and cancel this until later, come on." He tried to sway her decision as the elevator beeped at the bottom floor.
She shook her head defiantly. "No Piotr, I'm sick of being afraid. I'm going to go do this and I'm doing it now, I need to get rid of all this fear."
He nodded understanding her pride was a big thing to her. They made it to the lab where Jean was waiting patiently checking all the equipment. She explained everything to Brooke as she stood by Piotr holding his arm still. None of the words seemed to make it to her though; her ears were buzzing filling her head with a white noise as her stomach grew weaker and weaker as she looked around at all the medical equipment. Piotr noticed her grip tighten as soon as they walked into the room and it didn't seem to stop for a second, he noticed her glances around the room as did Jean.
"Okay Brooke, now if you just lay down on the table we can take a scan of your body to see if there are any major changes to the structure of it. Brooke, Brooke?" Jean repeated herself as Brooke's eyes came back into focus.
"Of course, so I just lay on the table and it goes into the machine and that's all there is to it? No surprises or anything?" Brooke checked nervously.
"No surprises at all, are you feeling alright? Would you like something to help calm you down?" Jean asked concerned at the way Brooke was behaving.
"I'm fine, let's do this shall we?" She replied trying to lighten the mood in the heavy room.
Jean nodded keeping a close eye on her as she slowly let go of Piotr and stepped close to the metal table. She took deep breaths and sat on the side of the table before laying back down, Jean tried to say something else but the buzzing in her ears had returned. She gasped quietly as the table quickly slid into the scanner and closed her eyes tightly.
"Is she going to be alright in there?" Piotr asked Jean concerned as he heard her gasp.
"I hope she is at least, I was surprised she agreed to this at all. The scanner should just take a couple minutes, keep an eye on it and it will open back up when it's done." Jean told him as she left him alone in the room to keep an eye on the scanner.
He moved in front of the machine and saw it slowly making a full graph of Brooke's body; she seemed much smaller when she was in there. Maybe it was just the scale of the screen Piotr thought. He sighed and kept an eye on the scanner as he was told anxious for Brooke to be out and standing with him again. He tried to understand his role in her life so far, and how he felt towards her. Piotr was contemplating these ideas as the machine in front of him began to beep alarmingly, he looked at it's screen and no longer saw Brooke but flashing red letters saying "warning".
The scanner began to short out and make loud rumbling sounds; the lights flickered as the energy wasn't running right. He heard the hiss of electricity and panicked. He needed to get Brooke out now, but knew nothing of the machine that held her captive. Angry and frustrated he decided to do something he knew how to do, break anything that got in his way. Piotr's smooth skin changed into the shining organic metal forming a safe, stronger skin. He pulled on the back of the table that was in the machine, he heard Brooke's panicked voice inside as she banged on the insides of the now deadly machine. With one final pull sparks flew everywhere as the table ejected from the cavern of metal, Piotr grabbed Brooke and turned his body, using it as a shield to protect her from the explosion of the machine that stood only five feet away.