One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train
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Aftermath
ADVICE: Kleenex will be needed for this chapter.
Gently handing the unconscious Kitty over to Bobby, Scott charged up the stairs in record time. What he found when he got to the top made his blood run cold. Logan had Rogue cradled in his arms, a blood-soaked Rogue, who didn’t appear to be showing any signs of life. There was blood splattered on the walls and a large pool of it had spread from where Rogue had obviously gone down. Logan was openly sobbing as he rocked Rogue back and forth in his arms. As Scott approached, he could see that Rogue’s clothes were shredded and she had slash marks all over her – including her stomach. Her stomach!
Oh, God, not the baby. Please dear God in heaven, not the baby.
“Logan, we gotta get her down to the medlab,” Scott said quietly.
Logan just nodded, but still didn’t move.
“Logan, does she have a pulse?” Scott asked, afraid of the answer.
Logan nodded in the affirmative again, still unable to find his voice.
“Thank God,” Scott sighed.
Logan stood up with Rogue’s battered body hanging limply in his arms and then said the scariest thing that Scott had ever heard.
“But I can’t hear the baby’s heartbeat.”
When they went back downstairs, they discovered that Bobby and St. John had already taken Kitty and Jubilee down to the medlab. Walking through the doors of the medlab minutes later, they found Hank and Ororo triaging Kitty and Jubilee. Kitty was still unconscious, but Jubilee was already starting to come around, not having taken quite as bad of a beating as Kitty. Hank quickly and efficiently stitched up Kitty’s head wound. Jean was sitting in a chair holding a sterile pack to her wound, which Hank determined wasn’t life threatening and therefore, could wait to be stitched up. As soon as Hank saw the two men walk in with the obviously critical Rogue, he immediately sprang into action.
Logan placed Rogue on one of the exam beds and Hank moved in to assess the damage. He futilely suggested that everyone who wasn’t necessary should leave, but neither man would budge.
“Why can’t I touch her and heal her?” Logan complained. He’d tried the moment he’d found her, but her skin didn’t react.
“I’m afraid that Rogue has mastered control to such a degree, that her power now works in reverse. The ‘switch’ is always ‘off’ – she would have to conscientiously turn it back on. Something she’s not capable of doing while unconscious. If we could rouse her, then we can get her to turn on her mutation.”
“So we rouse her,” Logan said. Sounded simple enough.
“Logan, she’s in a coma. We’ll have to remedy the damage the old-fashioned way, through surgery. Ideally, I’d prefer her to be a little bit more stable before attempting surgery, but unfortunately, time is not on our side. We must stop the hemorrhaging now, before she bleeds to death.”
“What about the baby? What about my son?” Scott asked anxiously.
“I can’t answer that until I can get in there and ascertain the extent of the damage. I need to have a sterile field, and so I must ask you both to depart,” Hank said, indicating the door.
“I’m not leaving,” Logan stated.
“Neither am I,” Scott added.
“Gentlemen, this is not open for debate. You will leave and permit me to commence with the necessary life-saving measures,” Hank said forcefully.
Ororo steered the two men toward the door.
“As soon as we know anything, I’ll come out and tell you. Let Hank do his job. You two standing here arguing with him is just wasting precious time. So what’s it gonna be?”
Logan and Scott both reluctantly left the medlab, but hovered just on the other side of the doors.
Hank turned to Jean and asked if she was okay enough to help.
“Hank, I’m in no shape to stand for any length of time, so I’m afraid you’ll have to count me out,” Jean answered coolly.
Hank was both puzzled and annoyed by that answer. According to his initial examination of Jean, her wound was barely a scratch, one that would probably need only five stitches to close. Jean wasn’t even close to being in any danger of having little more than a sore side for a couple of days. Something else was nagging at Hank, a thought he was desperately trying to suppress – Jean’s wound looked suspiciously self-inflicted. But why?
Ororo hooked Rogue up to various monitoring machines and placed an anesthesia mask over her face. Hank began to investigate the seriousness of her injuries. He decided not to attempt to locate the baby’s heartbeat through a fetal monitor, but rather just open Rogue up and determine the extent of the damage at that time. At seven months gestation, the baby could safely be delivered and have excellent prospects for survival. However, when he was finally able to retrieve Christopher from his mother’s womb, he knew that wasn’t going to be possible.
Hank and Ororo spent the next two hours patching Rogue back together. It required a blood transfusion and at one point paddles to her heart, but Hank pulled her through. Now he just had to inform the two men waiting on the other side of those double-doors that he’d only been partially successful in his efforts.
Hank walked slowly out of the medlab to find both men pacing frantically in the hallway.
“Rogue should be okay,” he announced softly.
“And Christopher?” Scott asked, the naked fear clearly etched on his face as he dreaded the answer.
“I’m so sorry, Scott,” Hank said quietly.
“NO!” Scott screamed.
Logan was at Hank’s side, grabbing the doctor by his blue fur.
“What about if I touched him. I could touch him. That might work. It could work,” Logan babbled.
“Even if by some chance, he’d inherited Rogue’s mutation, it wouldn’t likely have manifested itself until he was a teenager.”
“But we can try. We can give it a shot,” Logan snapped at Hank, not understanding why he wouldn’t even make the effort.
“No, you don’t understand. The baby’s injuries were to his neck, he was practically decapitated – nothing would have helped. I’m sorry.”
At that piece of information, Scott immediately threw up.
~*~*~*
Kitty regained consciousness a few hours later, but had to stay overnight in the medlab so that Hank could monitor her concussion. Rogue remained in a coma for the next two days and Logan refused to leave her side. He was dozing in a chair next to her bed, when Hank nudged him to let him know that Rogue was starting to wake up. When Rogue’s eyes finally focused, the first thing she saw was Logan’s concerned face peering down into hers. Still groggy, she asked him the question he’d been dreading.
“Is Christopher okay?”
The tears in Logan’s eyes gave Rogue her answer and she burst into tears.
“No, no, no!” she wailed plaintively, as Logan gathered her in his arms and hugged her tightly.
Rogue continued sobbing for the next half hour as Logan just held her and rocked her gently.
“Ah wanna see him. Ah wanna hold mah baby,” she choked out.
“Marie, I don’t think………….”
“Logan, ah have ta hold him. Even if it’s only once, please.”
Hank retrieved the baby’s body from the medlab’s walk-in cooler and gently placed him in Rogue’s outstretched arms. Knowing that Rogue would want to see the baby, Hank had managed to repair some of the damage to his throat.
Rogue gazed down at her son. Outfitted in a tiny pale blue sleeper and wrapped in a blanket with ducks on it, the tiny infant merely looked asleep. She ran her fingers over the perfect little cheek that was ice-cold to the touch and then pressed her lips to his head.
.
Wrapping the blanket around him tighter, she told Logan, “He’s so cold. I think he might need another blanket.”
“Okay, baby, I’ll go get one,” Logan told her.
Handing her a tiny pale blue fuzzy blanket, Logan’s heart broke as he watched Rogue gently swaddle the baby’s body.
“That’s better. That should help,” Rogue said quietly.
Just then Scott walked in on the bizarre scene. He was a little startled to see Rogue hugging and rocking the baby’s body.
“Hey, Scott. Do ya wanna hold him? He’s a little cold, so be sure ta keep him wrapped up nice and snug.”
Scott walked over and carefully took the bundle from Rogue and looked down at his son as his vision became blurred from the tears that quickly formed.
“He’s beautiful. I knew he would be,” Scott told Rogue in a choked voice.
“Marie…….” Logan began.
“Ah know, Logan. Ah know he’s dead,” Rogue said as the tears rolled down her cheeks, “Ah just wanted ta pretend fer just a few minutes.”
Scott kissed his son and carefully handed him back to Rogue. He then gestured for Logan to follow him to the other side of the medlab, out of Rogue’s hearing range.
“I’ve started making the funeral arrangements. Christopher will be buried here on the grounds,” Scott said.
“Is there anything I can do, Scott?” Logan asked.
“No, I think I’ve got everything pretty much under control. I picked out a casket and I’ve ordered the flowers.” Then Scott thought of something. “Maybe you could go through the baby clothes Rogue had started collecting and find something for Christopher to wear. I don’t think I could handle picking out what my son is buried in.”
“I can do that,” Logan replied.
“You should see how tiny the coffin is, Logan. No coffin should ever be that small,” Scott sobbed.
Just then they heard Rogue’s voice from across the medlab, singing softly.
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Logan walked over to Rogue and took her hand as she continued singing to her son. Scott too grief-stricken, had to leave. Ororo, having witnessed the emotional scene, walked into the medlab’s office, closed the door and promptly burst into tears.
Author’s note: The song “Golden Slumbers” is by the Beatles and was featured in the 1978 movie “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”, ironically, during the funeral of Strawberry Fields.
Gently handing the unconscious Kitty over to Bobby, Scott charged up the stairs in record time. What he found when he got to the top made his blood run cold. Logan had Rogue cradled in his arms, a blood-soaked Rogue, who didn’t appear to be showing any signs of life. There was blood splattered on the walls and a large pool of it had spread from where Rogue had obviously gone down. Logan was openly sobbing as he rocked Rogue back and forth in his arms. As Scott approached, he could see that Rogue’s clothes were shredded and she had slash marks all over her – including her stomach. Her stomach!
Oh, God, not the baby. Please dear God in heaven, not the baby.
“Logan, we gotta get her down to the medlab,” Scott said quietly.
Logan just nodded, but still didn’t move.
“Logan, does she have a pulse?” Scott asked, afraid of the answer.
Logan nodded in the affirmative again, still unable to find his voice.
“Thank God,” Scott sighed.
Logan stood up with Rogue’s battered body hanging limply in his arms and then said the scariest thing that Scott had ever heard.
“But I can’t hear the baby’s heartbeat.”
When they went back downstairs, they discovered that Bobby and St. John had already taken Kitty and Jubilee down to the medlab. Walking through the doors of the medlab minutes later, they found Hank and Ororo triaging Kitty and Jubilee. Kitty was still unconscious, but Jubilee was already starting to come around, not having taken quite as bad of a beating as Kitty. Hank quickly and efficiently stitched up Kitty’s head wound. Jean was sitting in a chair holding a sterile pack to her wound, which Hank determined wasn’t life threatening and therefore, could wait to be stitched up. As soon as Hank saw the two men walk in with the obviously critical Rogue, he immediately sprang into action.
Logan placed Rogue on one of the exam beds and Hank moved in to assess the damage. He futilely suggested that everyone who wasn’t necessary should leave, but neither man would budge.
“Why can’t I touch her and heal her?” Logan complained. He’d tried the moment he’d found her, but her skin didn’t react.
“I’m afraid that Rogue has mastered control to such a degree, that her power now works in reverse. The ‘switch’ is always ‘off’ – she would have to conscientiously turn it back on. Something she’s not capable of doing while unconscious. If we could rouse her, then we can get her to turn on her mutation.”
“So we rouse her,” Logan said. Sounded simple enough.
“Logan, she’s in a coma. We’ll have to remedy the damage the old-fashioned way, through surgery. Ideally, I’d prefer her to be a little bit more stable before attempting surgery, but unfortunately, time is not on our side. We must stop the hemorrhaging now, before she bleeds to death.”
“What about the baby? What about my son?” Scott asked anxiously.
“I can’t answer that until I can get in there and ascertain the extent of the damage. I need to have a sterile field, and so I must ask you both to depart,” Hank said, indicating the door.
“I’m not leaving,” Logan stated.
“Neither am I,” Scott added.
“Gentlemen, this is not open for debate. You will leave and permit me to commence with the necessary life-saving measures,” Hank said forcefully.
Ororo steered the two men toward the door.
“As soon as we know anything, I’ll come out and tell you. Let Hank do his job. You two standing here arguing with him is just wasting precious time. So what’s it gonna be?”
Logan and Scott both reluctantly left the medlab, but hovered just on the other side of the doors.
Hank turned to Jean and asked if she was okay enough to help.
“Hank, I’m in no shape to stand for any length of time, so I’m afraid you’ll have to count me out,” Jean answered coolly.
Hank was both puzzled and annoyed by that answer. According to his initial examination of Jean, her wound was barely a scratch, one that would probably need only five stitches to close. Jean wasn’t even close to being in any danger of having little more than a sore side for a couple of days. Something else was nagging at Hank, a thought he was desperately trying to suppress – Jean’s wound looked suspiciously self-inflicted. But why?
Ororo hooked Rogue up to various monitoring machines and placed an anesthesia mask over her face. Hank began to investigate the seriousness of her injuries. He decided not to attempt to locate the baby’s heartbeat through a fetal monitor, but rather just open Rogue up and determine the extent of the damage at that time. At seven months gestation, the baby could safely be delivered and have excellent prospects for survival. However, when he was finally able to retrieve Christopher from his mother’s womb, he knew that wasn’t going to be possible.
Hank and Ororo spent the next two hours patching Rogue back together. It required a blood transfusion and at one point paddles to her heart, but Hank pulled her through. Now he just had to inform the two men waiting on the other side of those double-doors that he’d only been partially successful in his efforts.
Hank walked slowly out of the medlab to find both men pacing frantically in the hallway.
“Rogue should be okay,” he announced softly.
“And Christopher?” Scott asked, the naked fear clearly etched on his face as he dreaded the answer.
“I’m so sorry, Scott,” Hank said quietly.
“NO!” Scott screamed.
Logan was at Hank’s side, grabbing the doctor by his blue fur.
“What about if I touched him. I could touch him. That might work. It could work,” Logan babbled.
“Even if by some chance, he’d inherited Rogue’s mutation, it wouldn’t likely have manifested itself until he was a teenager.”
“But we can try. We can give it a shot,” Logan snapped at Hank, not understanding why he wouldn’t even make the effort.
“No, you don’t understand. The baby’s injuries were to his neck, he was practically decapitated – nothing would have helped. I’m sorry.”
At that piece of information, Scott immediately threw up.
~*~*~*
Kitty regained consciousness a few hours later, but had to stay overnight in the medlab so that Hank could monitor her concussion. Rogue remained in a coma for the next two days and Logan refused to leave her side. He was dozing in a chair next to her bed, when Hank nudged him to let him know that Rogue was starting to wake up. When Rogue’s eyes finally focused, the first thing she saw was Logan’s concerned face peering down into hers. Still groggy, she asked him the question he’d been dreading.
“Is Christopher okay?”
The tears in Logan’s eyes gave Rogue her answer and she burst into tears.
“No, no, no!” she wailed plaintively, as Logan gathered her in his arms and hugged her tightly.
Rogue continued sobbing for the next half hour as Logan just held her and rocked her gently.
“Ah wanna see him. Ah wanna hold mah baby,” she choked out.
“Marie, I don’t think………….”
“Logan, ah have ta hold him. Even if it’s only once, please.”
Hank retrieved the baby’s body from the medlab’s walk-in cooler and gently placed him in Rogue’s outstretched arms. Knowing that Rogue would want to see the baby, Hank had managed to repair some of the damage to his throat.
Rogue gazed down at her son. Outfitted in a tiny pale blue sleeper and wrapped in a blanket with ducks on it, the tiny infant merely looked asleep. She ran her fingers over the perfect little cheek that was ice-cold to the touch and then pressed her lips to his head.
.
Wrapping the blanket around him tighter, she told Logan, “He’s so cold. I think he might need another blanket.”
“Okay, baby, I’ll go get one,” Logan told her.
Handing her a tiny pale blue fuzzy blanket, Logan’s heart broke as he watched Rogue gently swaddle the baby’s body.
“That’s better. That should help,” Rogue said quietly.
Just then Scott walked in on the bizarre scene. He was a little startled to see Rogue hugging and rocking the baby’s body.
“Hey, Scott. Do ya wanna hold him? He’s a little cold, so be sure ta keep him wrapped up nice and snug.”
Scott walked over and carefully took the bundle from Rogue and looked down at his son as his vision became blurred from the tears that quickly formed.
“He’s beautiful. I knew he would be,” Scott told Rogue in a choked voice.
“Marie…….” Logan began.
“Ah know, Logan. Ah know he’s dead,” Rogue said as the tears rolled down her cheeks, “Ah just wanted ta pretend fer just a few minutes.”
Scott kissed his son and carefully handed him back to Rogue. He then gestured for Logan to follow him to the other side of the medlab, out of Rogue’s hearing range.
“I’ve started making the funeral arrangements. Christopher will be buried here on the grounds,” Scott said.
“Is there anything I can do, Scott?” Logan asked.
“No, I think I’ve got everything pretty much under control. I picked out a casket and I’ve ordered the flowers.” Then Scott thought of something. “Maybe you could go through the baby clothes Rogue had started collecting and find something for Christopher to wear. I don’t think I could handle picking out what my son is buried in.”
“I can do that,” Logan replied.
“You should see how tiny the coffin is, Logan. No coffin should ever be that small,” Scott sobbed.
Just then they heard Rogue’s voice from across the medlab, singing softly.
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Logan walked over to Rogue and took her hand as she continued singing to her son. Scott too grief-stricken, had to leave. Ororo, having witnessed the emotional scene, walked into the medlab’s office, closed the door and promptly burst into tears.
Author’s note: The song “Golden Slumbers” is by the Beatles and was featured in the 1978 movie “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”, ironically, during the funeral of Strawberry Fields.