Angel Wings and Tiny Things
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Chapter 2
Logan was getting tired, he had been sitting in the same chair for the last 6 hours. The four hours before that he'd passed by pacing the length of the infirmary until Hank had threatened to have him removed if he didn't sit down and get out of his way. Rogue had miscarried last night, and he needed to be there for her when she work up. Sighing he turned to face the other occupant in the room wondering why bad things always happened to good people. Bobby was lying in the next bed deep in a coma. He was hooked up to more tubes and monitors then Logan could count.
Two weeks ago Rogue pulled him aside and told him her good news. He remembered thinking he had never seen her look so radiant. She was bursting with joy as she told him about the baby. Now that was all gone, and he was so worried about what the combined weight of that loss, and the possible loss of Bobby would do to her. Hank had run a battery of tests, but all turned out with the same results, inconclusive. Hank had no idea if Bobby would ever wake up.
Logan turned back to Rogue only to find her watching him with incredibly sad eyes.
"Hey darlin', how're ya feeling?" he asked gently as he reached out to take her gloved hand.
"How do you think?" She returned, her voice filled with bitterness as she looked at their joined hands. Then her eyes lifted to the next bed where Bobby lay unmoving and the tears began to fall.
"Will…will he be o-kay?" She asked in such a small voice Logan could barely hear her.
"No one really knows, He could wake up tomorrow, or he may not for a long time. Hank's working on a treatment, but right now he's still in the testing stage." Logan didn't want to get in to details on how many tests Hank had already run, he needed to talk to her about the miscarriage. She needed to know.
"Marie," the use of her real name snapped her attention away from Bobby, to look Logan in the eye as he was talking to her. "I need to talk to you about the baby."
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"I know Logan. I know it's gone."
"Rogue, how could you know?"
"I felt it there inside me. Then, just like that it was gone. Oh god Logan I killed my own baby." With that Rogue lost all composure and started to bawl. The pain was so intense she could barely breath. She had lost everything.
Logan was at a complete loss for words. All he could do was climb in to the bed next to her and pull her tightly against him. He offered what comfort he could by making small shushing noises and telling her it would all be alright as her tears soaked through his shirt. He rocked her gently until she fell asleep, praying that everything would turn out as he promised.
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The club was packed with people dancing, drinking and having fun. The six armed D.J. had got the whole place jumping as he mixed it up in his booth high above the dance floor. There were people of all types from the most extreme mutants, Danny swore he saw a giant half slug half man, to the plainest humans who looked like they should be studying in a library some where. No matter who they were, or where they came from, if they were in this club tonight they were in the place to be.
Danny and his friends had just come off the dance floor and returned to their table for a drink. When a woman two tables over caught his eye. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties with dark hair pulled off her bare shoulders. Her tight black strapless dress showed off her cleavage to perfection. The best thing about her though was that she was looking straight at him with a challenge in her eyes, as if to dare him to come talk to her. Danny was never one to shy away from a challenge.
"Excuse me everyone, I've got some business to attend to. Don't wait up." With that he was crossing the distance between him and the mysterious woman while his friends shouted cat calls at his retreating form.
"Now what's s gal like you doing in a place like this all alone?" It wasn't the most creative opening line, but at least it was a start.
"I just wanted a night out, and little fun." She leaned in towards him, and as she did her dress pulled down just a little revealing more of her luscious curves and a tattoo across her left breast. "Do you want to have some fun?"
"I'd love to," he answered flashing a smile evocative of the cat that swallowed the canary. She stood up, grabbed her coat and lead him toward the exit.
"My name's Mary by the way."
"I 'm Danny. I love your tattoo, but what does F.O.H. stand for?"
"I'll tell you all about it when we get back to my place."
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The next morning Warren was not surprised to find that Danny was late for work. It rarely happened, but when it did he usually looked so miserable that Warren couldn't hold it against him. At least Danny would have an interesting story to tell.
Warren busied him self with the final preparations for his presentation until he was finally satisfied. He decided it was time to tackle the pile of mail on his desk from this morning. On the top of the pile was a neat little brown package tied with string. He smiled as he picked it up thinking that he'd never actually seen a package tied up that way, like it was sent out thirty years ago and had only arrived today. Humming the song "My Favorite Things" he opened it to reveal something that made him jump back knocking over his chair in the process. On top was a letter demanding the source of the mutant cure be with instructions how to extract and manufacture it. The letter stated that ransom instructions would follow. Underneath the letter sitting on a layer of heavy gauze was an ear, gently pointed at the tip.
Warren grabbed for the phone on the desk and called the first person he could think of.
"Storm, It's Warren. I need your help."
The letter was signed by the Friends of Humanity.
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Bobby hoped he was hallucinating. Everywhere he looked there was nothing but fog. He couldn't see, feel or hear anything. The most disturbing thing was that in all this fog his powers should have made him acutely aware of the condensation in the air. He should have been able to pull at it and use it as he pleased, but he could do nothing. Swallowing the panic he was starting to feel he closed his eyes and tried to focus on something, anything that would give him some idea which way to go. That's when he heard it. Just the smallest whisper of a voice coming from somewhere far in the distance.
"Bobby, this way," it had said to him. Turning in that direction he started moving towards it's source, knowing with out a doubt that voice could be trusted.
"I'm coming Professor," he answered, and with that he was on his way.
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jsweetie79: Thank you so much for the review! It really meant a lot to me to hear from you. I hope you liked this chapter too. I'm going to try and do a chapter a week so hopefully I won't loose your interest.
