First Mutant Chapter 13, a x-men fanfic

First Mutant

By David D. Amaya

Chapter 13

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Aboard the Blackbird, En Route to the X-Mansion 1938 EST. Day 18
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After securing the President's son to the MedChamber, Storm contacted Beast back at the mansion.

"I am well ahead of your concerns, my dear. Jubilation, Bishop and I have prepared the MedLab for your arrival. How is the patient?"

"We have him in the MedChamber, he is very weak and still heavily sedated."

"Are there any other serious injuries amongst you?" he asked.

"We are all fine Beast," Storm relayed. "But I believe that Agent Nichols has been wounded. He would not allow any of us to examine him. He refuses to leave his charge."

"I'll look in on them," Phoenix offered, unstrapping herself and walking towards the back of the bomber.

"I'll go with ye Jean," said Banshee as he too left for the back of the jet.

"Come on Cyrus, I know you will pull through," said Agent Nichols to the unconscious son of the President. "Just hang in there. The X-Men are taking you to a doctor, they will take good care of you.

"Cyrus this is my fault. I should not have gone to Xavier's," he told him. "I should have used my old underground contacts back in Boston to contact Dr. Xavier instead of coming to New York myself. I should have been at Sidwell and stopped this."

"Ye can'ne be beatin' yerself up like this lad, he'll pull through."

Turning around Banshee and Phoenix were standing in the doorway looking as concerned as he was for the young mutant.

"Yes Kordel," Phoenix added. "This wasn't your fault. You are his bodyguard, and his friend, but that doesn't make you responsible for what happened to Cyrus or Agent Williams.

"I know that you think you should have been there to prevent this somehow."

"I should have Jean," he replied. "When Cyrus told me he was a mutant, all he thought about was that he might harm his family. He was scared. He just wanted a cure, to be normal. I was the one who made the suggestion I take some sick days to contact Dr. Xavier, in that manor there would be no direct link to the foremost expert on mutant research and the White House. If I would not have so urgently asked for time off to discuss ways to help Cyrus gain control of his abilities, I would still on the rotation today. He would not be like this."

"Lad, I know what yer feelin' right now. More than ye know. The feelin' 'o failure, that ye let down the ones that trusted ye the most. Ye just got ta be strong for Cyrus' sake."

Kordel looked at pair of outlaw mutants, he saw the compassion written in their eyes, like someone that had been through something terribly similar.

"You don't have to give me the specifics," Kordel started. "But it was that girl in the yellow coat, Jubilee, right?"

"Eye lad. Her and her best friend Everett, about eight months ago."

"How are they now?"

"Everett is back in St. Louis with his parents and Jubilee's memories are still a little foggy, but they are coming back to her. She's almost 100%."

"After attempting to assist Cyrus in gaining a degree of control, he began to believe he could keep it in check. Then in speaking with Dr. Xavier, he began to see himself less as a threat to those he loved. With those lessens you sent, he began to look forward to putting a handle on his mutant ability, but all of those follow-up calls really helped to ease his mind enough to build the courage to tell his parents. But this…"

"Phoenix, Banshee, Agent Nichols," Storm relayed through the loudspeaker. "We are about to land, please strap in."

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Hanger bay, X-Mansion 2047 EST.
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As the gangplank of the jet lowered, Agent Nichols bounded down the steps currying the limp body of the President's only son in his arms. Phoenix led them to the MedLab and he placed him on the examination table were the true, blue fur-covered form of the Beast was waiting for them.

The Secret Service agent watched at the doorway as the X-Men immediately went to work on the young mutant, taking blood samples, placing various vital sign monitors on his body, and preparing other medical equipment with the practice and skill to rival any hospital' s ER trauma unit in the country.

How many times had they have to do this to a teammate after thanklessly saving lives? Kordel wondered.

After Rogue tripped over the feet of the Federal Officer Beast asked. "Agent Nichols, I must ask you to leave the room."

"I stay with the President's son." He replied flatly, not once taking his eyes off Cyrus Parkman.

"I implore you, Agent Nichols. It will be difficult to ascertain the young man's injuries with another person in the way."

"I stay with the President's son!" He repeated coldly.

"Please, you must give us the room to work effectively," he pleaded. "Gambit, if you would please walk our guest to the Recovery Room."

"' 'Dis way, Secret Agent man," Gambit approached Kordel, but when he reached out with his hand, the Secret Service Agent drew his sidearm at him.

Gambit leaped back and produced an ace of spades. "Whoa, homme! Ain't we on de same team?"

"I am NOT leaving the President's son!" he repeated as we waved his Sig Sower toward the X-Men in a defensive posture. "Do not force me to press the issue!"

Wolverine bbusted through the door to the MedLab, his claws unsheathed. "This ain't the time or place for this shit, rookie. Put away the gat or you're gonna hurt yourself, real, real bad!"

"No, my friends!" the doctor pleaded as the federal officer waved the loaded weapon at them. "There is no need for this altercation!" Then he noticed the blood staining the sleeve of his right arm. "Agent Nichols, you are injured, please allow me to examine that wound on your arm."

"The President's son comes first."

"Kordel, please allow the doctor to look at your arm," Storm pleaded. "It may get infected."

He responded by pointing his sidearm in her direction.

"THE PRESIDENT'S SON COMES FIRST!"

Suddenly, the agent's grip on his weapon loosened, and then he slumped to the floor in a heap.

"It's all right," said Jean. "I just pinched off a nerve. He's done all he can for now. He'll need the rest."

"Not bad, darlin'." Wolverine replied as he picked up Agent Nichols' firearm, removed the clip and cleared the round from the chamber. "I thought he needed to get knocked the fuck out myself."

"Logan, Remy," Hank asked after a heavy sigh of relief. "Please place Agent Nichols on the empty bed in the recovery room."

"And be careful with him," added Cyclops. "He saved my life, it's the least we can do for him."

End of Chapter thirteen