Adult-FanFiction.org : Marvel 'Verse

Paid in Blood	By : Wiccamage Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 4134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolverine and the X-Men, the X-Men universe, it's characters or anything from the Marvel universe. I do not own, nor do I profit from any character or element of this story. Again, I do not own anything& do not pr

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
It seemed Scott piloted the blackbird back home in record time, taking only 5 minutes to return from what had been a 20 minute flight out to the docks.
They had left Wolverine behind, however, with Cyclops already retracting the gangplank the second the rest of the team entered the plane.    The young man muttered that he would return for their leader once Rogue was home safe, but no one really expected it, nor was it a real concern at the moment.
They had rushed Rogue down to the Med Bay where Hank quickly ushered everyone except Jean from the room, asking only that Storm and Nightcrawler keep the younger members out of the area and be available if needed.
Rogue slept quietly on a gurney placed in the middle of the room. Over her nose and mouth was an oxygen mask, and she had several IV’s and wires poking out from her arms and chest. A tray of surgical equipment rested on a sterile metal tray next to the foot of the bed and a large, bendable light was positioned against the wall closest to her feet.
The room was filled with monitors and other equipment, all beeping and humming along as Rogue lay nestled in the sheets, oblivious to it all.
With the help of the telepath and some powerful sedatives, Beast was able to reset Rogue’s shoulders and fix up all her other cuts, bruises and sprains before reluctantly tackling the SAE kit.
Tears moistened the doctor’s fur as he swabbed and probed and extracted samples. Jean was attempting to take photographic evidence for the local police department (not that THEY would be much help) so there would be a firm case against the men who had done this. For such reasons, Beast also insisted they record everything via video feed so there would be no possible way for a jury to dismiss any future case (provided any defendants actually LIVED long enough to be prosecuted).
“Second degree…” he cleared his throat, “second degree perineal tear, cervical lacerations and bruising, along with rupture of the anal sphincter.” Jean tried to block out his observations as he spoke up for the video feed and continued ticking off various injuries before detailing his procedures for cleaning and repairing the wounds.
“Jean,” Dr. McCoy called hoarsely as he sat up from behind the privacy sheet draped over Rogue’s bent legs.
The redhead wiped away her own tears as she approached the large blue mutant.
“My, my hands are too big,” he tried to explain as he looked down at the needle and sutures. “Can you…?”
Jean’s voice was shaky as she placed the camera down on the counter near the door and she took deep breaths as she approached. “I… I think so.”
With Dr. McCoy’s instruction, she threaded the needle and bent down below the sheet. The large light was already adjusted and there were numerous retractors attached to the healthy skin, illuminating the full extent of Rogue’s injuries.
Having already seen some of the images exuding from Hank’s mind, Jean THOUGHT she was prepared for what she was about to see. She was, however, terribly wrong.
“Oh god!” she suddenly turned away, barely keeping her lunch where it belonged.
“Jean,” Beast began calmly, “you absolutely cannot be sick in here. If you cannot do this, please leave before you contaminate the operating room.”
“No, no,” Jean reassured him as she steeled herself once more. “I can, I’ve got it under control.” With a deep breath, she gingerly sat once more on the hard plastic swivel stool. It felt hard, cold and impersonal – much like the rest of the makeshift operating room.
She hazarded another look and was somewhat relieved that the nausea had subsided. What she didn’t expect, however, was to find her hands trembling uncontrollably. With another steadying breath, she tried to control the tremors as she reached to make her first suture.
As the needle descended on the torn and bleeding tissue, however, she suddenly stopped, unable to quit shaking.
“I… I’m sorry. I can’t… Oh god, Hank!” She broke down in tears, sobbing almost uncontrollably as she set down the needle and exited the room quickly.
As Jean left, Ororo stepped in from the doorway.
“I have already washed properly,” the weather witch explained. “I could feel Jean projecting her emotions and thought my assistance may be needed.”
“Storm I’m not sure…” Beast started.
The weather witch had already entered, however, and was putting on a mask and gloves. “In Africa I served as a healer. I cannot count the number of women I had to piece back together due to mutilation and sexual abuse.”
She gave the blue doctor a small, reassuring smile as she picked up the needle from the surgical tray. “I will be fine my friend.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
From her bed, Kitty watched out the window as rain slowly and steadily continued to spatter against the brick building. It was only seven o’clock in the middle of June, but the dark clouds outside made it seem more like midnight.
With a sigh, Kitty clicked away at her laptop as she tried desperately to find more clues about the men who had attacked her and Rogue at the mall. Only three people had seen Rogue since Dr. McCoy rushed her to the Med Bay and Jean had raced up to her room about two hours ago. Without a word, she’d locked herself away from everyone – even Scott (although he had eventually just broken down the door).
Ororo and Hank were downstairs with Rogue, presumably still fixing her up. No one had told them about the extent of their teammate’s injuries, but judging by Jean’s reaction, it definitely wasn’t good. The weeping storm outside was further proof of that.
A sudden crack of thunder and lightning caused Kitty to jump and nearly drop her laptop off the bed. The lights flickered once before plunging the room into semi-darkness. The only light remaining was the ghostly blue glow of her small laptop.
As she readjusted herself, another bolt of lightning and crack of thunder raged outside. Nervously, Kitty swallowed and considered getting out of bed to check on her friend Storm.
There was a knock at the door at that moment, however, stopping Kitty from any such action. The door creaked open and a pair of yellow, glowing eyes peered into her room.
“Are you alvight Fraulein?” Kurt Wagner called as he entered.
“Yah, just fine Nightcrawler.” Kitty called back. “Any word from Beast yet?”
“Nein,” he sighed as he came to sit on the edge of the bed near the young girl. “Scott vas finally able to get Jean to rest but only said she vas deeply troubled.”
The lights suddenly flickered back to life as the generator finally kicked on. As they did, they heard a clicking of women’s heels against the hardwood floor and the two looked toward Kitty’s open door to see Storm flashing by.
“Storm!” Kitty called to their friend, “Ororo, wait!” The petite brunette attempted to climb from her bed before Kurt gently forced her to recline again.
“I will be right back mein freund (my friend),” he replied before porting out.
Kitty coughed and waved away the smoke. “Man, I hate being stuck here!” she pouted.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
“Storm,” Kurt called as he ported in just behind the weather witch’s quickly retreating form. “Ororo, wait, bitte (please)!”
As Storm whipped around to face her friend, another bolt of lightning struck a tree just outside the house and Kurt turned to see one of the massive oak trees splinter and ignite before the rain quickly doused the flames.
With barely controlled emotion, Ororo Munro tried to keep from snarling at her teammate. “I need to be alone right now Kurt. I must reign in this weather before it becomes a hurricane and I do not wish to be disturbed unless it is an emergency. Hank will speak with everyone soon. In the meantime, I do not recommend going outside.”
With that, she turned swiftly on her heel and retreated to her loft.
With a sigh, Kurt turned and made his way slowly back down the hall to report to Kitty, all the while hoping Beast wouldn’t be too much longer.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Thirty minutes later, Henry McCoy had finally made his way up to check on his other patient and her concussion. Kitty, however, refused to let the good doctor anywhere near her until she knew more about Rogue’s condition. At that point, the furry blue mutant reluctantly gave in and called the few remaining team members into the girls’ room.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for them to assemble as everyone was already eavesdropping outside the door.
“I…” Beast began slowly, trying to find the best way to break the news without revealing too many private details.   He looked up at the four young X-Men who had gathered to hear about their friend.
“Jean, Storm and I were able to get all of Rogue’s wounds cleaned and dressed without complications. She has numerous injuries including two dislocated shoulders, a few broken ribs, and a severe concussion, among other things.   Surgery was required to stop some bleeding, but I do not foresee any future complications with any of her injuries.”
Beast took a deep breath and removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve some of the strain. Exhaling slowly, he leaned heavily against Kitty’s chest of drawers before going on.
“She was injected with something – I’m not sure what – and I’ve collected samples of her blood to analyze the compound – but it has… repressed her powers. I’m not sure how long it will last, nor the complications thereof, but I am sending slides and smears to every major lab and scientist in the world.   I’m hoping Dr. Moira McTaggart…”
Kitty suddenly cut in, “The famous geneticist on Muir Island?”
Hank nodded. “I’m hoping she can help us shed some light on this chemical and assist with a possible cure.”
“Possible…” Scott noted, his expression and voice dark.
“As I do not know what Rogue was injected with, I am not sure if the effects are permanent or not.”
“Can she tell us? Has she voken up yet?” Kurt asked anxiously from his perch on Kitty’s footboard.
“She was almost completely catatonic when we found her. We’ve sedated her with a gaseous anesthesia, but I am almost fearful of using any other drugs as I do not know how they will react with the foreign compound.”
With another deep sigh, Dr. McCoy strode slowly to the window to peer out at the wildly raging storm outside.
“Wh…when…” Bobby stuttered slightly as he finally spoke up. “When will she wake up?”
“Once she is no longer under the anesthesia? That I do not know.” The doctor continued to sullenly watch numerous bolts of lightning dance across the sky. “Rogue has been through something very traumatic and it will likely take her body and mind a very long time to heal.”
“But once her powers return, she can just absorb Wolverine’s healing ability,” Scott suggested confidently. “And Jean can help block out all of her worst memories.”
The others nodded in agreement.
“Yes,” Beast agreed, “it will ultimately be up to Rogue to decide how to proceed. However, we cannot ignore what has been done and we can never truly erase the past, no matter how much we wish it.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Paid in Blood