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poster: nacey date: 26 August 2001, 5:33pm EST OOC: Sorry, I'm kinda half dead lying on the floor. :-P poster: nacey date: 26 August 2001, 8:06pm EST OOC: Oh so my arm was twisted! Logan ran down the corridor, footsteps echoing off the walls. Rage roared in his body as the scent of blood stained his lungs. Max, Sarah... both of them were in serious trouble. His bones weren't hurting, so Magneto wasn't about. Where was he? Maybe he was keeping himself scarce. Maybe he had something more important to take care of, and it was obvious that the X-Men weren't going to be whopping his ass any time soon, what with Sabretooth slaughtering half of them. He skidded round the corner, spotting Creed kicking around the lifeless form of Max. His heart tore, wrenched, and he let out an anguished cry. "You son of a BITCH!" he growled, leaping towards Sabretooth with powering strides, "You're gonna pay for that!" Creed stood, bearing his teeth in a fascinated leer. "Really?" He slammed into him, breath knocked from his chest for a moment, adamantium claws sinking deep into the feral man's chest. He pulled down, slicing through bone, feeling the feeble keratin claws of his attacker tear at his skin only superficially. He pulled down into the abdominal cavity, Creed's gurgling roar filling his ears. He practically did hara-kiri on the gargantuin furball, the man's mangled intestines spilling out onto the floor. He wasn't sure if he could survive that... but Logan had survived worse, and he was nowhere near the size of Creed, and his stamina was a mere fraction of his present victims. He figured it'd give them time. Sabretooth had a chance, if someone bothered to scoop his guts up and put them back where they belonged. He kicked the giant away, smacking him across the face with the blades of his claws. He staggered away, looking across the room to his charges. Sarah seemed unconscious, ankles twisted sickly, head buried under slack arms. Max... oh sweet Jesus. Logan strode over to Max, kneeling over the young man, pulling a blood-soaked straggle of hair from his face. Max's eyes were closed, a cut on the boy's cheek, his stomach and chest... oh God... oh God. Logan did what he hoped noone would do for Creed. He tried to get as much of Max back into Max as he could. Not that the organs were disturbed much... liver was torn... intestines too... oh God... diaphragm intact, only flesh and muscle missing from the chest. Logan ripped at his uniform, wrapping Max's torso in it. His vision was blurring, and he swallowed down the ache in his throat. He cradled the boy's face, a distressed sob escaping from him. "Hang in there, Kid," he mumbled, "Please..." He closed his eyes, shaking his head, and turning away he looked to Sarah. She was much the same as Max... broken bones, lascerated torso and organs... She had more wounds than he had uniform. He nearly jumped when there was a hand on his shoulder. Cassie. She moved fast, faster than he could smell. He glared at her. "Where's Rogue?" "She's coming," Cassie said. "I went to check on her, to try and draw Sabretooth away from Max and Sarah." "Didn't work," Logan grunted. "I know," Cassie said, eyes brimming with tears. "I lost him." "How's Rogue?" "Fine. She beat Mystique to a blue bloody pulp." Logan nodded, wiping any hint of tears from his eyes. "Oh God..." Cassie's voice hitched. "I know," Logan said. "Come on. Let's get them back home ASAP, get Jean workin' on them." Cassie seemed to shuffle in her step. "Logan... are they even alive?" Alive... Shit. Logan didn't even check. He didn't want to check. He was too scared to put his fingers at Max's pulsepoint, and find out that the snotty little kid that had become his surrogate was... no he couldn't even think it. "Logan?" His hands trembled, reaching for Max's throat.
poster: Jen date: 28 August 2001, 3:21pm EST OOC: I'm kinda hald dead on the floor too, but Nacey asked. Jean sighed and stripped of her bloody gloves tossing them in the trash. That had been some of the longest, most complicated surgery she’d done in her life. She still couldn’t believe they were alive. These two were harder to kill than Logan. Logan paced outside med-lab; replaying every combat lesson he’d ever given Max, looking for the spot where he failed. The one lesson he should have repeated; the place where he went wrong. The reason Max was in there fighting for his life. Cassie sat on the floor staring into space, sipping occasionally from the cup of coffee Kurt pressed into her hand, ignoring his urgings to go clean up and get some sleep. Marie wrapped her arms around Logan, stopping his pacing. "They’re gonna be fine sugar," Rogue assured him, rubbing his back. Burying his face in her hair, Logan inhaled her scent; thanking God again that she wasn’t the one lying in there. "Max was my responsibility. I was supposed to teach him, supposed to keep him safe." "And you did." "If I did my job, why is he lying in there?" Rogue was saved from answering Logan’s anguished question by Jean’s emergence. "They’re alive," Jean announced to the waiting crowd. "Max lost a lot of blood and his heart stopped beating several times, but he’s stable and his healing factor is working. He’ll be fine in a few days." Logan sighed with relief until Cassandrea spoke up. "And Sarah?" Jean sighed. "I just don’t know enough about her physiology. She's alive. Beyond that, we’ll have to wait and see."
poster: nacey date: 29 August 2001, 10:31am EST Pain. I was sick of waking up and feeling pain. But... I don't think I was awake. Firstly, my eyes were closed, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open them. I couldn't move my arms, and my mouth felt stuck shut. I was breathing though... breathing slow and steady. So maybe I was alive. Last thing I remember... Sabretooth... Sarah crying... white... nothing. I heard noises, but they seemed like in another room or something. Beep, beep, beep. Wow. It was in rhythm with me. Every sensation, every feeling, it took a long moment for me to analyze it and understand it before it would register as whatever it was. My understanding of things even then was peripheral, vague, distant. My consciousness was floating in a black void, nothing my companion and thoughts of molasses my mode of logic. It wasn't frustrating, not yet, because my brain didn't know whether it should have been frustrating or not. It just was. Softness, silkiness. My heart lifted in my chest as the touch dragged it's way across my forehead. So soft... so nice. "Look at you..." The voice was deep, female, gentle. "Get yourself bashed up so bad over a girl, hmm? Definitely taking after your mentor." I could hear a smile in the voice, affection. My mind coiled around the sound of the woman's voice, clinging to it. I knew who that was. I knew her and felt such a reliance on her... her and her husband. Jean... I fought to open my mouth, fought to say her name, say thank you. Juh.. juh. My mouth cracked open... effor. God.. God why couldn't I move. I felt a grunt inside of me and I wasn't sure if it was me dreaming or if it was real, but I felt a lifting. "Jeauh..." Footsteps, scuffling. Great. She left. She left and she didn't even hear me. "Juh..." I tried to open my eyes. No... no amount of effort could open them. I tried to sniff, sniff my surroundings, hoping that scent would give me vision where my eyes could not. All I got was the scent of silicon and plastic. What the hell? My hand shot up. Wow. That could move. Grab... oh. There were hoses up my nose. No wonder. What was that noise? Rasping... cough. Oh it was me. Oh geez my throat was on fire. I yanked at the nose hose thingy, ripping it from my face. I gasped, making an odd bawking noise. "Woah woah woah there Kid." Logan? Why didn't I smell him? What was wrong with my nose? I touched it. Oh Jesus that hurt. That stupid hose up my nose... maybe I shouldn't have pulled it out so fast. "Logan, I can't open my eyes!" I bleated, coughing, my voice hoarse. "Uh..." I could hear the man laugh softly, gently. Why the fuck was he laughing? "That's cause they're sticky-taped closed, Einstein. Here." The bastard ripped them off. "AAAAGH!" "Sssh!" Rogue now. I sighed. "Rogue..." "Hey sugar..." Silky touch to my head again. Glove. I dared to open my eyes a crack. Wow. Blurry. Everything's blurry. I tried to sit up a little. "Sarah," I said, "Sarah. Where-" "Lie down." I looked up. Although all I could see was interesting blurs, I knew it was Jean. Red hair. Or a red blur I figured was hair. "Where is she?" "Just over there," Jean said. "She's fine, Max. You won't be doing her any good injuring yourself before you've even fully recovered-" I felt a painful whimpering growl in my chest. "I gotta see her!" I felt her hands on my shoulder. "I have to." "You will," she said, firmer now. "You will. You won't if you collapse from exerting yourself too soon. Lie down, okay?" My mind fought, but my body gave it up and I lay down. I was tired. More tired than I'd ever been in my life. I turned my head fitfully, and a blurry shape of a bed greeted me. "Is that her there?" "Yeah." That was Logan. "'Kay." It was the first time in my life I sat there for a good fifteen minutes staring at something, waiting for my eyes to see it properly. I did though, and when my sight cleared slowly... She was wrapped in bandages (probably like me, I hadn't had the opportunity to look at myself yet) and looked the worse for wear but... oh God it was the most welcome sight I'd ever seen. My mouth shaped her name as I breathed, and I could feel Rogue's gentle hand over my own. She probably knew what I was going through. I took the effort to look at her. I turned my head and.. oh. Why am I shirtless? Was I naked under this sheet? Fuck I hoped not, in case.... well there was so many in cases, including the thought that the delicious Jean Grey saw me absolutely naked. NO! No no no don't think about that when there's only a thin sheet to save your vanity, dude! I blinked, clearing my mind, trying to focus on Rogue. It took a minute. "Rogue... how long I been lying here?" She tilted her head. "Six days, sugar." I sighed, looking to the ceiling. Shit.
poster: Amezri date: 31 August 2001, 12:12pm EST OOC: Very short, very late. "I can't believe this!" Cassandrea shouted. "Sarah's here for a *day* and she gets nabbed by the Brotherhood and is lying half-dead in Med-Lab!" In a fit, she formed a sphere of water and threw it at the wall. Kurt lept out of the way as Cassie threw another liquid globe. "Cass, I know you're mad, but could you not do that?" The blue-furred mutant ducked as Cassandrea threw a globe in his direction. /Maybe I should have brought her outside.../ he thought with a grimace as the water splattered onto this bedding. "This is just so... so... ARGH!" She growled and launched another liquid bomb. "It's not your fault," Kurt frowned. "We've all gone through something like this." "But none of us..." She took a deep breath and continued, "Sarah's in the damned Med-Lab and we don't even know if she's going to make it." "She'll make it." He tucked a lock of indigo hair behind her ear and hugged her close. "We always make it."
poster: nacey date: 1 September 2001, 2:57pm EST I waited for her. Jean wanted me to go to my room, to sleep, to go eat, to start living normally again. She assured me Sarah would be fine. I didn't care. She wasn't up, she wasn't by my side, and she wasn't talking to me. It was my fault, so I stayed by her side. The pad of my fingertips, the soft barely-ridged dark skin that was tufted with fur around the edges, ran over the tops of her fingertips. Her skin was so pale... so perfect. I felt a pressure, almost pain inside, and with an inward groan I realised nature was calling. My heart warmed as I gazed at her delicate features. Standing, I leant over her, pressing the lightest of kisses on her brow. "I'll be back Sarah," I said, "Promise." And off I went. I didn't want to take long, I didn't want to miss Sarah waking up.
poster: Jen date: 1 September 2001, 3:29pm EST "Wait. Don’t go." Sarah called out to him, but Max didn’t hear her. Laughter rang in her head. "He can’t hear you, Sarah." "Shut up." Sarah snarled at the disembodied voice. "Max!" "He’s a figment of your imagination, Sarah. The real Max is dead." "No no no! Not dead. He was right here talking to me, holding my hand. He kissed me. He’s not dead." A tear slipped free and ran down her cheek. "Yes Sarah. Dead. Because he tried to save your worthless hide. Don’t believe me?" The voice taunted. "Why don’t you wake up and see for yourself." Sarah’s eyes snapped open and after a few seconds the room started taking shape. /A hospital or lab or something. Not a cell. Thank god./ Experimentally, Sarah tried moving her limbs. / Cool. I can move. All my organs are apparently internal again. Also cool. I hurt, but it’s not agonizing anymore. Even better./ Sarah scanned the room and smiled. /Alone and unrestrained. I hadn’t pegged you for stupid Magnet Boy./ Max wasn’t here, but that didn’t mean anything. Magneto’s complex was huge. Max has to be here somewhere. If I survived and healed being this cold, he must have too. Or I will find a way to kill Creed. Sarah hopped off the table, pulling the remainder of the wires and tubes from her skin. Dizzy, it took a moment for her to realize that the faint vibrations she felt were footsteps. And they were coming closer. Snatching a scalpel from a surgical tray, Sarah crouched behind the bed and waited.
poster: nacey date: 1 September 2001, 5:28pm EST OOC: Thank ye Jen for the Sarah assist. I strode back into the infirmary, anxious to sit with Sarah again. I didn't get a chance to go very far. I glanced to the bed. It was empty, and my heart leapt. Then a body slammed into me, grappling me into the wall. I choked, and my eyes cleared to feel familiarly cool hands on my bare body, only my slacks clothing me. Sarah... she was freaking... She slammed me into the wall again, my face pressing against the cold blue tiled surface, a cold sharp edge against my carotid artery. I froze. "Sarah... Sarah it's me..." "Sure... just like you were a lady in the fuckin' john!" What the hell? I'm a cross-dresser now? Hang on... dangerous smell... shapeshifter. There'd been a shapeshifter. That had to be it. Ugh - Uh-oh, blade sinking into skin - not good. "Wh- Sarah, we're back, okay? We're at Xaviers!" She paused, sniffing around, staring at the room around her. "Can't you smell Jean in here? Logan? Rogue? They were all in here an hour ago, man!" "They could have been your prisoners!" she growled, the razor shifting in my flesh, burning and pricking in pain. I felt a hot wetness slide down my neck, and I breathed firmly, trying not to panic. "Listen..." I closed my eyes. Shit. How the hell was I supposed to convince her it was me here? "My smell - it's not mixed up. It's me! It's all me!" Silence. Firm grip. Okay, still not enough. "Last night," I said, "In the gym, I was hurting myself. It was just you and me." I panted, trying to keep calm, but the blood trickling down my chest was scaring me a little. "I was freaking out, and you seemed to think it was you - we talked about that, but I told you it wasn't you. I even bought you flowers to show you that it wasn't you!" Ouch! Another slam into the wall. "No! You could have seen Max giving those to me in the mall!" "Sarah," I breathed again, imploring her, "I hurt myself cause I didn't want to hurt you. You're so special, and whatever we might have - whatever it is - I don't want to ruin it with my stupid urges." She was silent again, and I could feel her shifting the grip of the blade in her hand. I was suddenly flipped over, and little hands gripped me tightly. The blade was on the other side of my throat now, and blazing blue eyes stared deep into mine. She swallowed, uncertainty in her features. "I thought you were dead," she breathed, tears welling in your eyes. "I thought you died... you looked... I mean-" She took a shuddering breath, shaking her head, "I thought it was my fault." I shook my head, "It's me..." I took one of her hands. It was cool, I could feel it shaking. "See? I'm warm... abnormally warm..." I put her palm to my cheek. She frowned, fingers stroking my face very slightly. The fingers dug into the fur on my cheek, eyes watching them, the confusion in her face slowly clearing. "Mystique can't pretend to be warm... she can't." Her eyes darted to the blade still at my neck, and she dropped it, looking striken. "Oh God, Max I..." "It's okay," I said, taking her hands again as she stepped back. "Hey... you're home." The word 'home' made her glance jump back to his eyes, and she gulped. "D-did I hurt you?" I shook my head, lifting my jaw, holding her fingertips to the plane of skin that was now flawless, previously marred with blood, letting them skid down the unharmed line of flesh. She leant close, examining the skin under her fingertips with a concentrated frown. I levelled my jaw then, looking down to meet her eyes. She stilled, her hands settling at the base of my neck, gripping my deltoids, fingers sinking into the soft kitty fur that crept up my back. "You came for me," she said. I nodded, but this seemed to confuse her again. "Why?" I shrugged, gazing at her lips as she spoke. "I don't know," I said. "I need to be with you." "Why?" I shrugged, "I don't know why," I said, her eyes still searching mine, "It just is." She seemed to turn suddenly coy, glancing away, her face still a breath away from mine. "Did you have fun with me today? Even if - you know." "Yes," I nodded, dragging a touch down her jaw, lifting her a little, cradling her neck and letting my fingers slide in amongst her hair. It was soft. "It's a pity you didn't come back to the cinema. You missed the best bit of the movie." "Oh?" I nodded, my heart pounding. I felt mad, crazy to be doing what I was doing, but I did it anyway. I pulled her to me, pressing my lips over hers, her cool flesh such a blessed relief to me. For a moment she froze, but only a moment. She slid her arms up around my neck, tip-toeing, dragging her leg up against my hip. Oh shit, don't do that Sarah... Her mouth opened, her tongue skidding along my top lip, and I think my brain nearly blacked out from the sudden lack of blood. She felt so good, so damned good. I parted my lips, trying the tongue thing, heart racing as my tongue touched hers and they wrestled. Thought packed it's cases and went on a three week vacation, and sensation and feelings took over. God, I'd never felt like - not like this. It was crazy, it was, and she wasn't making it any easier for me, running her tongue over mine like that, letting her breasts skid up and down my chest and... oh she was stroking my fur on my arms very vigourously... oh geez... I panted as we broke our kiss, brows tilting up. "Sarah-" "Logan will - he'll kick my ass if we-" Sarah snorted, dragging me over to the hospital bed and pulling me on top of her. "What, you never heard of heavy petting?" "All-right but the -mmph-" Oh she was good, "second..." She running her fingers through the fur on my chest, and I was going to pass out any second. "Someone-" that ended in a whimper. She hooked her leg around my hip. It was a Herculean effort, restraining myself. If I let myself go - well - yes. I don't think I need to go there. I enjoyed what I could though, her lips, her skin... God she felt great. It didn't matter how good she felt, or how skilled she was at kissing, we were in the infirmary and I just knew we were probably going to get caught. I was just beginning to realise all she was wearing was a large baggy X-shirt and knickers and not a lot else. It occurred to me because she was guiding my hand up her shirt. God, first the Brotherhood, now getting intimate with a woman in the infirmary when I'm still underaged. Out of the frying pan and into the fire eh?
poster: Amezri date: 3 September 2001, 2:51pm EST OCC: My mini contribution to the fray. Sorry it's so short, but I've been feeling burn out of late. I dunno how you two come up with such quality stuff! Cassandrea sighed heavily as she stepped into the lift. Kurt was right - she needed to stop beating herself up over what happened to Sarah and Max. A little trip to Med Lab would probably reassure her that they were all right. As they exited the elevator, Kurt placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. "It's gonna be all right, zauberin." The indigo-haired girl nodded in response. She paused at the silver doors of Med Lab, steeling herself against the impending sight of her bandage-wrapped friends. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door. "Ach du liebe Zeit!" "Madre de Dios!" "Oh, fuck." "Not gonna happen now, damn it."
poster: Jen date: 3 September 2001, 8:44pm EST OOC: Can’t speak for Nacey, but I have no life. Thanks to Nacey for the Max assist (and dialogue). Sarah thumped her head on the bed at Cassie and Kurt’s shocked gasps. /Twice. Twice. Is there some cosmic conspiracy at work here? Max rolled off Sarah and stood behind the bed, blushing seven different kinds of red. "I'm sorry - we just - I mean - Oh God!!" Max stammered, running a hand through his hair, heart pounding as images of Logan kicking his ass and living under Cyclops’ iron fist. "Cassie... Kurt... jeez... please don’t..." Cassandrea recovered from her initial shock at finding the two half-naked and started giggling. After a second, Sarah joined her, leaving Max and Kurt staring at the giggling girls uncomprehendingly. "Cass isn’t gonna squeal to Logan. Are you?" "No!" Cassie cried, offended that Max thought she’s actually squeal. Sarah certainly looked happy enough to be there. "You okay? I mean, you’ve been unconscious for a week." "Yeah, I’m fine. At least," Sarah grinned sneaking a quick glance at Max, a smile spreading across her face, "I was doing just fine until you guys interrupted." Max blushed and shuffled his feet again. "Come on Max. Let's raid the fridge. I need the energy." /This girl is gonna be the death of me./
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