The day after the shooting! Checking up!
OOC This takes place the day after the shooting at the Dying Star.
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It had been a long time since Scott had been down to sick bay for something other than a chat with Hank. He liked to keep it that way. Official visits usually meant trouble either for him or for someone else. Like the girl sleeping in the bed, the fresh white bandages on her shoulder contrasting starkly with her dark hair.
Scott sighed looking down at her. *So young! Not even a student and already hurt because of mutant hatred. Will it ever stop?*
It was a question he asked himself more and more frequently as the years went by. They had been fighting it since he was the same age as this girl. Fighting it in the streets, in the courts, in the press but here they still were, twenty years later, teaching their own kids how to fight. Watching peoples eyes fill with fear and loathing as they passed. He had hoped for something better.
Now he was supposed to ask this latest victim what had happened to her. To explain the whole sorry situation she had become tangled up in. *Let her sleep for now. Hank will tell me when she’ll be up to it.*
He slipped silently past the bed and into the lab. Hanks large blue form was already bent over an impressive array of test tubes, shaking, mixing, humming slightly to himself as he measured the progress of his latest experiment. *He looks happy enough* Scott thought to himself.*The girl must be OK.*
Suddenly Hank swivelled round to look at his old friend, his glasses catching the light. "Scott! Didn’t know you were back. I presume you are honouring my humble domain with a visit for the sole purpose of elucidating information from our latest guest?" Hank looked up expectantly at him, the first slight signs of concern crossing his face as Scott hesitated "Or maybe there’s something I can do for you personally. "
The beasts friendly face resumed its normal open expression but inside his mind was racing. *And how I hope the answer to that question is a resounding no.*
He knew Scott well, probably better than anyone else at the institute apart from Jean . They had been friends for over twenty years, fought together side by side, shared experiences that would have broken most people. And he knew that Scott wouldn’t be standing there awkwardly in the doorway if there wasn’t something wrong.
Scott hated being ill. He was the worlds worst patient, never accepting that he was sick till Hank had to order him to bed and even then fighting it all the way. Except, and this was what was worrying Hank, when he was too badly hurt to do otherwise. Then he was perfect. Following instructions to the letter. Knowing that to do anything else would jeopardise his chances of a full recovery, make him less than fully functional.
*Please let him be here to ask me what he should buy Jeanie for Christmas* Hank prayed. But already in his heart he knew it wasn’t the case.
"Actually Hank I think maybe there is something you could do."
Scott moved over to his friend and leaned against the table taking care not to disturb any of the delicate tubes. *I wish I could see his eyes* Hank thought not for the first time. *A good doctor can tell more about a patient from what he reads in their eyes than from what comes out of their mouths. But then Scott’s never been one to make things easy.*
"I’ve been having a few problems" Scott continued, choosing his words as if he was picking his way through a mine field. "It started a couple of months back. I thought it was just stress, maybe I’d been overdoing it a bit. We’re none of us getting any younger" he said with a slight smile.
Alarm bell started ringing in Hanks head. *Scott. Admitting weakness This is so not good! Why didn’t he come sooner. Two months or more! Damn him for being such a stubborn idiot. I bet this is why he’s been avoiding Jeanie as well.*He bit his tongue, trying to let none of his frustration show . *Well at least he’s here now. Maybe it really is nothing. He’s right We all have been under a lot of strain recently.*
"Problems!" he said keeping his voice light and unconcerned. "Any chance that you would like to elaborate on that statement?"
Scott started pacing now, his usually calm façade cracking slightly as he continued. "Nothing too bad but I thought Id better get it checked out."
*Let me be the judge of how bad it is* Hank thought *Already I know that its serious enough to have dragged you down here.*
"One or two dizzy spells, usually when I’m tired". Scott continued "Nausea, though I haven’t actually been sick."
Hank sat quietly letting Scott tell him in his own time, realising how hard it was for him to talk about this.
"I’ve been getting muscle cramps too. Stomach. Right hand. Its getting harder to control my beams. My eyes get……… tired." He smiled over sheepishly at Hank "Maybe I just need some new glasses. "
"Anyway I think that’s what’s causing the headache. I’ve tried aspirins and all the usual stuff but they don’t seem to do much. Now its just there more or less all the time. A sort of dull ache that flares up from time to time into a full blown migraine."
*“tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door but tis enough twill serve”* Hanks mind shied away from the end of the quotation with its implications of disaster. and turned towards his friend, sensing what lay behind the seemingly casual words. *Scott’s afraid, afraid enough to come here and let me see it.*
"I suppose you haven’t said anything to Jean about all this?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course not!" Scott said somewhat sharply. "I don’t want her to have to worry about this on top of everything else. I mean its probably nothing. No point in getting carried away right?"
"Undoubtedly." Hank answered reassuringly "Still, as you so rightly pointed out it never hurts to do a few tests. Check out the old system and all that. It will give me something to do. Keep me out of trouble so to speak. If you’ve got the time we could start right now."
"Sure. Why not I’ve got to ask your patient a few questions anyway; Might as well fill in the time till she wakes up."
Their eyes met,words unnecessary as understanding flashing between them.
"Lets start with a blood test, then shall we?" Hank suggested. "Start the ball rolling."
One thing you had to say about Hank He was thorough. Scott shook his head as he thought of the startling array of tests the blue furred mutant had put him through. *If he can’t find out what’s wrong after all that then I really am in trouble.* Still it was reassuring in a way. Scott had no doubt as to his friends medical abilities. Hank was nothing short of a genius. *If anyone can come up with some answers he can.*
*Now to get on with the rest of the day.* He had already asked Hank’s opinion as to the condition of the girl in the next room. Although Hank had been occupied with Professor Xavier when she had been brought in Talyia had made a full report. They had been lucky. The bullet hadn’t done too much damage, striking her as it had in the shoulder. Thinking of Taylor’s now confirmed involvement in the incident Scott sighed. *Very lucky indeed.*
Moving towards the lab door Scott noticed that the girl was now awake. *Poor kid. She’s probably got no idea what she’s got involved with here. Or even where she is for that matter. Well we can at least put her mind at rest on that score.*
"Thanks Hank I’ll call back tomorrow. See if you’ve got any results."
He spoke loudly so that the girl would hear him approach, not wanting to risk startling her. He stepped into the room shutting the door behind him. "Oh, you’re awake! Glad to see it." he said with a smile ,moving over to the bed and pulling out a chair. He positioned himself squarely in front of her so that she would not have to move awkwardly to see him and introduced himself
"Hi I’m Scott. Scot Summers and I’m a teacher here at the institute." The blank expression on the girls face clearly showed that as he had suspected no one had filled her in on her whereabouts.
"First things first then. You’re currently in the medical lab at Professor Charles Xaviers Institute for Gifted Youngsters." He kept his voice calm and reassuring, feeling his way into the delicate but inevitable heart of the matter. "It’s a school for those of us who have certain abilities. I’m guessing if you met my nephew Taylor then you‘ve got a good idea of the kind of thing I’m talking about."
A faint movement from the bed caught his attention, some kind of dog perhaps. *No Hank would have been sure to mention that and besides the shape is all wrong; But definitely something.*
"I’m afraid you got mixed up in some trouble last night at the Dying Star. Probably due to the presence of some of our students." None of the bitterness he felt as he said this coloured his words. He didn’t teach diplomacy for nothing.
"Unfortunately not everyone is at ease around mutants." There the word was out and in the open. No point trying to hide the fact.
"Some people even become" he hesitated slightly ".... unreasonably violent. That seems to have been the case yesterday and I’m sorry to say you got caught in the cross fire. When they saw you were hurt the pupils first reaction was to bring you back here knowing that we had the facilities to deal with the situation."
The strange shape on the bed seemed to be getting larger. Scott had the distinct impression that two small eyes were looking at him from the bundle of bedclothes. He had to drag his own eyes away from it as he continued.
"Now that we know you’re going to be OK we can arrange to have you moved to a hospital if you would prefer that. In any case I’m sure your parents must be worried about you. If you’ll just tell us where to contact them we can have them come and pick you up whenever you want."
Re: The day after the shooting! Checking up!
ooc: *Grumbles as she does this post for a second time*
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"Hi I’m Scott. Scott Summers and I’m a teacher here at the institute." Institute? Angela stared half hoping there'd be more of an explination then just that, though she wasn't very fond of teachers and has had bad luck with the males in her life. Not that she's ever had a boyfriend, but the guys who have liked her have gotten obsessive and tend to be too much of a handful for her, and since she was forced into a car once while in the city and taken to a place on the opposite side of the city her home was one she has been uncomfortable around strangers.
"First things first then. You’re currently in the medical lab at Professor Charles Xaviers Institute for Gifted Youngsters." She had to admitt, that name had a nice sense of 'trust' to it, though it helped by the fact when any X-men said it there was always a subconsious tone of respect and loyalty hidden within the name when they say it. "It’s a school for those of us who have certain abilities. I’m guessing if you met my nephew Taylor then you‘ve got a good idea of the kind of thing I’m talking about." A sweet bright smile spread across her lips as she heard the familiar name, it wasn't hard to see that she liked Taylor. It has always been the case with Angela that she doesn't judge people by things that many can tend to have problems with. She never had any problems with darker skinned people, befriending them as easily as she would any other, she had chinese friends, indian friends, Irish friends, mutant friends (only online though, Yatlor had been the first real life mutant she's met as far as she knows), if people wanted to date their own gender then that was their perogative. Judge a person by their personality, by the heart and soul within, otherwise you just never know when you might miss out on meeting someone truly special just because they didn't appear the way you might figure they ought to.
"I’m afraid you got mixed up in some trouble last night at the Dying Star. Probably due to the presence of some of our students." Well, the bullet that hit her missed harming Taylor and only left him with a scratch where it was intended as a fatal shot. "Unfortunately not everyone is at ease around mutants." Angela has seen her share of violence towards mutants, most of which were directed directly towards herself from her mother, but she had Fear to mostly protect her from her mother's anger towards mutants. "Some people even become" Angela's eyes peered down towards the thin blanket about her stomach, ignoring Fear who was reacting slightly to the fact she was starting to feel a little down when on the subject of unequal rights for those who are different.
".... unreasonably violent. That seems to have been the case yesterday and I’m sorry to say you got caught in the cross fire. When they saw you were hurt the pupils first reaction was to bring you back here knowing that we had the facilities to deal with the situation." She offered a faint smile in response to that, lifting her eyes to look at the man, though for obvious reasons she couldn't actually see his eyes, not that she was aware the reason he had them covered even indoors.
"Now that we know you’re going to be OK we can arrange to have you moved to a hospital if you would prefer that. In any case I’m sure your parents must be worried about you. If you’ll just tell us where to contact them we can have them come and pick you up whenever you want." Looking uncomfortable at the thought of calling someone, her hands reached out for something, encouraging Fear to return to her hands so she could hold him again. The spirit-like illusion flew into her awaiting hands and she pulled him towards her stomach, his form now solid for her to stroke and hold.
"Can I just get a taxi home? I don't want my mum to get upset with anyone here," Fear glared with his glowing red fiery orbs towards Scott, "The guy brought a gun into the Dying Star, which is only permitted for those who have special I.D., like police and such, I read about it in the club policy, maybe if you guys look over those who flashed ID like that to avoid the metal dectors... I dunno, but he started being mean to Taylor, your nephew didn't do anything, he was really nasty for no reason." The snippet of info, which the police probably already looked at, would hint to her resourcefulness, she may have a bad memory for some things, but she remember big events with perfect detail.
Nightmares aren't evil; they're just misunderstood.
Re: The day after the shooting! Checking up! "Can I just get a taxi home? I don't want my mum to get upset with anyone here."
An absurd vision of this girls mother going head to head with Hank suddenly flashed through Scott’s mind, bringing a slight smile to his lips. However he was all to aware that problems at home were far from being a laughing matter. He hoped that they would be able to play this situation in such a way as to minimise them for their reluctant patient.
The girl was still talking, confirming the fact that this incident had been another case of mutant hatred and demonstrating a sharp mind at the same time.
*Not one to lose her head even when she’s hurt and alone and in a very strange place. Actually she seems more scared of her mum’s reaction to the whole business than of the fact that she’s being treated by a blue furry guy with fangs. Is that a good or a bad thing??*
*There is something there!* Scott realised suddenly looking towards the faint form huddled in the bedclothes. *I thought I saw her reach for it just then. Now am I hallucinating or is that a……… dragon!! *
He tried to keep the surprise from showing on his face as he recognised the form of the small creature that looked back at him with its glowing eyes. *Maybe there’s more to this girl than we first thought. Could be we have another student before long. If she wants it of course. Another thing to take into consideration when dealing with her family.*
"I’m afraid a taxi wouldn’t be a such a good idea" he said gently. "I know you’re feeling better but that doesn’t get round the fact that you have been shot. I don’t think Hank here would approve if we just packed you off in the nearest yellow cab."
He looked over at the blue mutant who had just entered the room. "Indeed not young lady. You have need of at least three days rest and recuperation before I will even consent to you remaining upright for any length of time."
The Beast approached the bed slowly, always taking time to let his patients get used to his strange and off-putting appearance. "If on the other hand you wish to be transported to another establishment by way of an ambulance that would be perfectly acceptable. But in any case your parents must be informed of your whereabouts. I’m sure they will be very concerned about you."
"Don’t worry about your mother" Scott said reassuringly. "We’ll explain what happened and if she wants to get mad at someone well then she can get mad at me or Hank. It won’t be the first time " he said with a smile.
The girl still looked anxious so he added "Just take your time. Hank will be right here with you if you have any questions and I’ll be around too if you need me for anything. For the moment just give Hank your phone number and then get some rest. We’ll take it from there."
Scott’s communicator suddenly started to beep. He flashed an apologetic grin at the girl as her answered it. "No Bobby I haven’t forgotten. I’ll be right over. Sorry got to run!" he said stepping towards the door "There's some repair work I have to take care of. Looks like its going to be one of those days."
Re: The day after the shooting! Checking up!"I’m afraid a taxi wouldn’t be a such a good idea" There was a slight pouting expression for a moment as she caressed Fear with the tips of her fingers while she held him.. "I know you’re feeling better but that doesn’t get round the fact that you have been shot. I don’t think Hank here would approve if we just packed you off in the nearest yellow cab." It made sense, but it didn't mean she felt any better about being stuck in bed surrounded by medical equipment.
"Indeed not young lady. You have need of at least three days rest and recuperation before I will even consent to you remaining upright for any length of time." The brown eyes, spotted ever so faintly with pale green and slightly golden lighter brown specs, stared over towards Hank with keen interest. They had all made up fantastic characters with strange powers, and some of the most favorite powers were the ability to turn into animals, it was awe-inspiring to see some of their fantasies were actually real. And he spoke with words that reminded her of her father, he was also a scientist so it wasn't surprising they both shared a familiar way of speaking.
"If on the other hand you wish to be transported to another establishment by way of an ambulance that would be perfectly acceptable. But in any case your parents must be informed of your whereabouts. I’m sure they will be very concerned about you." It was hurting a little that they kept mentioning 'parents' as if she still had two, she had hinted by just mentioning her mother that her father wasn't part of the equation anymore.
"Don’t worry about your mother" But that's all she ever seemed to worry about, she wasn't doing well in school since she has missed so many classes due to her depression and Fear hovering about with her didn't help at all, she wasn't in a job right now and she was falling behind in her apartment, she might lose it the coming month. "We’ll explain what happened and if she wants to get mad at someone well then she can get mad at me or Hank. It won’t be the first time " No, she didn't want them to talk with her! Then Angela would get in trouble for communicating with other mutants and getting herself mixed up with 'a bad crowd'. Her mother might get really upset and she will end up having to camp out for the night in the streets, it wasn't the first time she's been thrown out of the house and it won't be the last, but she didn't want to provoke such an action!
"Just take your time. Hank will be right here with you if you have any questions and I’ll be around too if you need me for anything. For the moment just give Hank your phone number and then get some rest. We’ll take it from there." How was she going to sleep if they tell her mother that she's surrounded by mutants!? She might not want her back thinking Angela would have caught some horrible virus.. Angela stared curiously at the communicator, she grinned slightly, unable to help but think about a famous TV show from a few years ago called Star Trek which had communicator badges to talk with others. "No Bobby I haven’t forgotten. I’ll be right over. Sorry got to run!" Scott got up and moved over towards the door "There's some repair work I have to take care of. Looks like its going to be one of those days." Angela just smiled slightly, but was curious to know what repair work needed to be done, she bit her tongue though since it was definitely none of her business.
"If I go to a normal hospital they won't let me have Fear with me, can I stay here, please, I really want Fear's company, and I'm 19, isn't that old enough to mean I don't need to involve a parent in my personal matters?" It wasn't a demanding statement not to call her mother, it was an honoest question, if she didn't want her mother to know about her condition didn't she have a legal right now not to involve her? "I will call her, please sir, if you insist on calling her that's ok.. it's your perogative, but please don't, it just makes things really hard when they don't have to be." She didn't really want to say her mother was anti-mutant since she wasn't sure how they might react to that, they might not want to help someone who's mother was so close minded about many things.
ooc: Yup, this is one crappy siggy.. it's all Loza's fault!!
Re: The day after the shooting! Checking up!
Hank nodded briefly to Scott as the latter left the room, indicating that he would take things from here.
Turning back towards his patient he was relieved to see that his earlier impression was confirmed She was not afraid of him instead seeming to be intrigued and maybe even strangely pleased by his unusual appearance.* An unexpected reaction but certainly better than abject terror!*
However it was clear that other thoughts were troubling girl and her eyes were almost pleading as she continued talking.
"If I go to a normal hospital they won't let me have Fear with me, can I stay here, please?"
A moment of total incomprehension and then enlightenment as Hank realised that there were not one but two pairs of eyes staring back at him.
*Well,well! Now that is something you don’t see every day* he thought as the small dragon licked its lips nervously. *Curiouser and curiouser as Alice would say. Although that is most certainly not a white rabbit! And Fear is a most unusual and perhaps revealing name to bestow upon such a being. There are many questions here which require answers. If she chooses to give them.*
"I really want Fear's company, and I'm 19, isn't that old enough to mean I don't need to involve a parent in my personal matters?"
Hank gave a sigh of relief. *19.* Old enough effectively to have legally left home. At least one potential difficulty that had been avoided.
"I will call her, please sir, if you insist on calling her that's ok.. it's your perogative, but please don't, it just makes things really hard when they don't have to be."
Hank sat down on the chair vacated and smiled, careful not to expose too many of his formidable array of teeth.
"I realise that this situation is far from easy for you, please understand that we are not trying to complicate it further."*If that is indeed possible *‘ he thought to himself
“Our main concern is to alleviate any worries that your mother may have over your untimely disappearance.”
He noted again how the girls face seemed to cloud over as he mentioned her mother the small dragon’s eyes flaring red at the same time.
Even after all these years it was still one of the things which saddened him the most, the number of children who arrived at the Institute bereft of any constructive home life because of their mutant state. Though there was no guarantee that it was because she was a mutant that this unknown girl had such obvious problems. Unfortunately such things occurred even in normal families.
"However given the presence of your travelling companion" he said indicating the small creature still huddled in her arms, "I can see that this affair may be more delicate than we had previously surmised. Not that his presence is in any way an inconvenience I hasten to add. It is more, shall we say, an unexpected pleasure* he hurried to reassure her.
Which brings us rapidly to our next problem And Dr McCoy you are jumping too yet another conclusion! The presence of her ‘familiar’ does not automatically mean that she is a mutant. If there is one thing that these long years of being an X man has proven its that there are many strange and wonderful things in this world for which we do not always have a rational explanation. Perchance Fear is one of them.
* Still mutant or not it she still possesses a power of sorts and as such could benefit from our training. Now, how pray to suggest this without seeming too forward.*
"Rest assured that you will both be welcome for as long or as short a time as you would like to stay. Certainly you need, as I have previously stated at least three days bed rest before it would be prudent to attempt to move around."
"However once your recovery is guaranteed then should you decide to return home we would be more than happy to assist you. With the proviso that there is someone waiting for you who will be able to look after you till you are fully healed."
His yellow eyes were full of understanding and reassurance as he continued
"If that is not the case I would strongly recommend that you remain here till you are strong enough to take care of your own needs."
"And I will leave the question of contacting your mother up too you. After all,as you so rightly said, you are of an age to live your own life and are no doubt better acquainted with the appropriate course of action to take in this particular matter than I am"
*Well Scott, I think that was a diplomatic way of asking whether she still lives with this daunting mother of hers. Now the next step very much depends on her answer.*
Re: The day after the shooting! Checking up!
It was so strange.. she wanted to talk with her friends about all this, it was so amazing, look at the guy, he was huge, had to be really strong, she liked how he used interesting words. He looked friendly, he also had this friendliness in the tone of voice, she wondered what it was like to be like him, what would her life be like if she was covered in blue fur?
"I realise that this situation is far from easy for you, please understand that we are not trying to complicate it further." She couldn't really change what happened, and she was shot because the bullet missed Taylor, so she wasn't going to say she wished the bullet hadn't missed its true target. “Our main concern is to alleviate any worries that your mother may have over your untimely disappearance.” Yeah.. she'd have to figure out how to avoid getting yelled out without saying 'I was shot and got sent to a hospital', otherwise she might not be able to leave on her own without her mother starting up a fight.
"However given the presence of your travelling companion" Angela smiled down at Fear affectionatly, never before has someone acted so.. comfortably, with her friends presence. "I can see that this affair may be more delicate than we had previously surmised. Not that his presence is in any way an inconvenience I hasten to add. It is more, shall we say, an unexpected pleasure." There was a shy smile instantly flashed at the remark, no one really has made it seem as if Fear's place beside her was a good thing, and she liked that.
"Rest assured that you will both be welcome for as long or as short a time as you would like to stay. Certainly you need, as I have previously stated at least three days bed rest before it would be prudent to attempt to move around." Her eyes looked around to study the room she was in while he talked, all he had to say was that they had internet in their library and unlimited use of the computer and net would lure Angela to the school even if she had to fly half way across the planet!
"However once your recovery is guaranteed then should you decide to return home we would be more than happy to assist you. With the proviso that there is someone waiting for you who will be able to look after you till you are fully healed." ...Yeah.. she could picture that, her mother getting up earlier then usual to swing by her room in the morning and check up on her before rushing to get ready for work, and then late at night when she returns she'd cook a nice meal, go check on her again, change her banadages, say everything's alright, leave Angie to eat, come back to take the plate and then once all that is done go off to bed and watch TV.. Well Angela did have a good imagination, who knows, maybe sich miracles were possible!!
"If that is not the case I would strongly recommend that you remain here till you are strong enough to take care of your own needs." She smiled at the polite offer, feeling a little strange since her mother basically raised her to believe mutants were evil and yet her first encounters with real life mutants was proving to be a real life saver!
"And I will leave the question of contacting your mother up too you. After all,as you so rightly said, you are of an age to live your own life and are no doubt better acquainted with the appropriate course of action to take in this particular matter than I am" With a slight nod of her head at that, feeling a little more relaxed with the thought he wasn't going to push the matter, she looked down at Fear and stroked him some more while she spoke.
"Thank you, I'll think about it... um.. am I allowed to have my computer during my stay here?" She sounded a little hopeful since she wasn't sure if she'd be allowed since her arm was hurting, but she could be really careful and just not move her arm at all, she already missed typing things and she didn't want to lay like this for days without anything to do.
ooc: Yup, this is one crappy siggy.. it's all Loza's fault!!
Re: The day after the shooting! Checking up!"Thank you, I'll think about it... um.. am I allowed to have my computer during my stay here?"
The question made Hank’s smile broaden into a grin. *Why, here I am worrying about totally unimportant things such as whether her family is already scouring the streets looking for her or the exact origins of her peculiar bedfellow and all that really matters is whether or not she’ll be able to get on line. Ah sweet bird of youth! Well at least that’s one problem I can overcome!.*
"Why certainly young lady. I believe Talia mentioned that she had deposited your laptop in the lab. Allow me get it for you."
With these words he swung round and loped back into the lab making no effort to hide the strange animal like grace of his movements. This was his domain, his home, the one place where he could truly be himself and not try to conform to the accepted image of so called normality. Only when he first met his patients did he take pains not to startle them, giving them time to adjust to their unusual doctor.
Not that it was in his nature to hide his differences His physical appearance made that impossible except with the aide of Professor Xavier’s image generator, a device which he refused to use. However Hank had always been on the forefront of mutants rights issues, being one of the first mutants to go public and reveal their identity to the world. If people couldn’t accept him for what he was then that was their problem.
At least that was what he told himself and others. But it still hurt, even after all these years, to see fear and loathing in the faces of those around him. Even other mutants were sometimes daunted by his appearance, at least at first. Then they would see the kindness and intelligence in his eyes, feel how gentle those huge hands could be as they healed their wounds and the fear would fade to be replaced by trust.
But this girl hadn’t feared him, not even at the beginning. She seemed at ease with the fact he was a mutant . *Which probably bodes well for the future if, as I suspect, she may soon have to acknowledge her own differences. I wonder if this mother of hers will be so ready to accept the situation. But that would seem to be a problem for another day. For now let us restore the magic of the net to one who has been so untimely disconnected.*
He reappeared moments later cradling the precious laptop in his huge hands.
Smiling he deposited it on the bed beside her "There! Safe and well it would seem, although we should probably plug it in and give it a thorough check up."
As he said this he slipped the cable into the back of the computer with his hand while one prehensile foot pushed the moulded plug into the wall socket. Then he leaned over the laptop, watching as its screen came to life.
"And I’m sure you’ll be delighted to hear that internet can be accessed from anywhere in the institute. So consider that your lifeline has just been restored." he said his eyes twinkling.
"But no overdoing it, in the physical sense I mean," his voice suddenly serious. "Remember that you have been hurt and need to rest. However we can hardly confine you to bed without some means of entertainment. Although I admit that personally I prefer a good book."
He looked down again at the little dragon peeping out from the bedclothes then at the rather precariously balanced computer. "Hmm too many things for one lap to hold I would say." He quickly located a folding table and fitted it neatly over the bed without disturbing the small creature. "There now. That’s much better" he said as he sat the computer on it.
"Now since we all seem to be settling in nicely, perhaps its time we introduced ourselves properly. As Scott said my name is Hank, Hank McCoy, sometimes also known as the Beast for rather obvious reasons. This fine young dragon would be Fear if I’m not very much mistaken. So that only leaves your good self. Would you do me the honour of a presentation my lady?"
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