Felix Meets The X-Men

DISCLAIMER: Once again, only Felix is mine. The rest of these characters belong to Marvel and Stan Lee.


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Ororo watched as the Rogue and Gambit left the danger room, behind the other X-Men.
“Rogue is a very strange young lady,” she stated turning round to look at the pink haired young lady beside her. Ororo’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Lizi hunched over cradling her hand against her chest. “Ms Bayliss?”
Lizi’s head snapped up and she tried to shake the pain in her eyes away and smiled the best she could. “Please, call me Lizi. Only the bank call me Ms Bayliss,” she said, trying to sound light-hearted.
“Let me have a look please,” Ororo said, pausing slightly, “Lizi,” she added softly. Lizi reluctantly held her hand out for Ororo to see. Lizi’s mouth became suddenly dry and she felt the most lost she had felt in all her life. She felt that strange prickling she had felt earlier as she felt herself being psychically examined. Ororo took Lizi’s hand gently in hers and covered her wrist gently with the other. As soon as Ororo’s fingers touched Lizi’s wrist, Lizi could not stop herself yelping sharply and jumping back. And as Lizi jumped her leg seemed to give way and she slumped to the floor, swearing under her breath. Ororo gracefully crouched beside her, gently laying her hand on Lizi’s shoulder.
“Takes time for the pain to affect you sometimes doesn’t it?” she asked softly, looking over Lizi carefully. Lizi raised her eyes to Ororo and felt something she could not describe; a sort of pulling, like she was being drawn into those crystal blue eyes almost against her will, only she wanted more than anything to lose herself inside them.
“Yeah,” she managed, barely more than a whisper. Ororo watched the small woman, semi-curled in pain and felt more than anything that she needed to watch over and care over her. She could not explain it. She felt the same emotions for Jubilee only they did not seem as deep and there was no parental connotations with Lizi, just some deep compelling force, drawing Ororo in.

A gruff cough startled the two women and Ororo turned her head sharply and she regarded Logan icily through her snowy tresses.
“Any chance you two will be outta here sometime soon?” Logan asked from a few feet away. Then, sniffing the air, he walked quickly forwards and crouched beside Lizi. “Don’t mean to startle ya’ darlin’, but you’re bleeding from somewhere else.”
“Logan!” Ororo exclaimed sharply.
“Hey!” Logan said, raising his hands, “That’s not what I meant! I just mean she has something other than her hand going on.” Logan extended a hand to Lizi who took it graciously and he pulled her gently to her feet, letting her rest her weight against him as she struggled to keep her left foot off the ground. Behind her, she heard a small gasp escape Ororo’s lips as she looked over the large red patch on Lizi’s back. Logan’s eyebrows furrowed as he felt Lizi beginning to slump against him and he pulled himself back, holding her up with his hands. He bent his head slightly and tried to look up into her eyes, which were quickly drifting shut. As Lizi struggled to open her eyes and saw Logan looking up at her she felt the room spinning and went completely slack against Logan and all she heard as she went spinning into black oblivion was a throaty “Shi-“

As her eyes opened slowly, Lizi quickly screwed them closed as the harsh bright white lights of the mansion’s infirmary filled her consciousness. Suddenly the brightness behind her eyelids was gone and she felt someone stand up beside her. Turning her head and opening her eyes slowly she found the lights had dimmed and Jean stood beside her.
“Sorry if I woke you,” she said softly, almost whispering.
“Huh?” Lizi said, confused. “What happened?” she asked, coming round a little.
“Just now or in the danger room?”
“Either,” Lizi said, looking blankly up at the redheaded doctor.
“Well just now, I was taking your vitals and you came to, so I turned the lights down. In the danger room, we’re not quite sure to be honest. Though I would say a combination of over-exertion, psychic strain and, looking at the danger room floor once we removed the psychic environment, simple blood loss. There also may have been an element of shock afterwards because your vitals were being monitored during the scene and no extravagant change was recorded, implying that perhaps you didn’t feel the pain when receiving the injuries. That or your conscious mind has relegated pain to your sub-conscious. However that would not explain why you registered the pain so suddenly afterwards. If my theory is correct, and the professor does concur, then your subconscious would need to be have been severely shocked or opened to register in such a sudden way.”
“Ok,” Lizi said slowly, taking all the information in and making a mental note to rethink later, “so what’s the damage?”
“Well, there are multiple small cuts and bruises. Some bigger bruises on your lower legs; your left ankle is quite swollen and I think you may have bruised down to the bone there. There’s a deep laceration on your left hand and I think that wrist may be broken; we haven’t done an X-Ray yet. We were waiting for you to regain consciousness. There are also four deep lacerations on your back, which I am quite concerned about because three cross over. It was these I think caused the blood loss,” Jean finished watching Lizi’s face, as she seemed to just stare back blankly. “Lizi?” she prodded gently.
“Hmm. Morphine?” she asked looking down at her right hand where a small pink canula was sticking out, attached to a drip somewhere above Lizi’s head. Jean nodded in reply. “Explains why my head hurts so damn much and why my back just aches,” Lizi mumbled, rolling her head back to the centre. Out of the corner of her eye, Lizi saw a slight movement and she turned her head further. In a chair, to the left of Lizi’s bed was Ororo, curled up under a blanket, head resting on her hand, which was tucked between her cheek and her shoulder.
“She hasn’t left,” Jean whispered quietly.
“How long have I been out?” Lizi asked quietly, without looking away from Ororo’s sleeping form.
“Uh, 14 hours,” Jean said, raking her eyes over the clipboard in her hand and glancing at her watch. “Logan carried you in from the danger room and she flew up to me and veritably pulled me down here.”
“What time is it?” Lizi asked, still not looking away from Ororo and smiling as a long strand of white hair fell across her dark skin.
“About 4 am. You should try and get a little bit more rest,” Jean said quietly, before moving away to place the clipboard in a drawer. As Jean walked back to the bead, Lizi turned and looked up at her.
“I’ve been asleep for over half a day, you rest,” she retorted gently. Turning her head back to where Ororo was shifting in her sleep she said softly, almost to herself, “besides, how can I turn away from such beauty?”
Jean said nothing and simply walked back to the desk and got a file from the drawer where she had placed Lizi’s metal clipboard and began to write, smiling softly.