Hero of War
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X-men Comics › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,144
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1
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Disclaimer:
This story is a song-fic based on the song by Rise Against called Hero of War. I do not intend to debase the song in anyway. Nor do I own the X-Men; I simply own my creative mind and some minor characters. I do not own and make no money from this.
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Do not own, so please don't sue. Just writing this for fun I guess...so yeah. Enjoy please?
Angst to come so don't worry! It's going to be a short chapter again so I can write both this and the other story, so please be patient!
Hank was up in Logan's room for about a half hour before he asked Jean to carry him down to the medlab. Logan might not be to happy when he woke up but he knew it was necessary. He had to get an EEG to see where he was at. He was sure that Logan was in the second stage of REM but he couldn't be sure without the readings.
Jean nodded and used her telekenisis to lift Logan's dead weight downstairs into the medlab, only pausing the use of her powers down in the elevator. She was feeling fatigued by both the onslaught of emotions and flitters of dreams, like broken films of Logan's dream; the dream was horrendous and she knew that whatever he was dreaming, he was caught in it, unable to get out, making her and the rest of the team feel hopeless. All they could do was sit and wait.
Remy was taking it the hardest, though he didn't show it. He was almost going into an overload, feeling all of Logan's emotions and trying to ease away most of the fear, the anger, the pain. It had helped the feral some, he noticed, Logan not thrashing around as much in his sleep.
Remy had followed behind Logan and the rest, feeling the need to be alone for a moment to build up his shields again, feeling drained and worn out. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up in a bed next to Logan...and that was something he wanted to avoid at any cost. He would stay in the medlab for a few hours at a time, supporting his lover, but that was the best he could do, knowing that his anxieties about labs would overwhelm him if he stayed any longer than that.
When he got down there, Hank was just adding the last electrode on Logan's skull, grabbing a bandage from off of the steel plate beside him and wrapping it around his head. Fighting back a shudder, he sat down next to his lover and took his hand, gently in his own, carressing it to let him know he was there. That he was not alone.
As soon as Hank had turned the machine on, he looked at the monitor, noticing that his heart rate was elevated, as was his b/p. It must be a pretty awful nightmare to make his heart spike over 120. His blood pressure was nearing dangerous levels as well. Checking Logan's temp, he frowned. Fever. This wasn't good...not good at all, he thought with a shake of his head.
Remy felt Hank's worry and he looked up at the furry blue mutant. "What is it Henri? Wa's wrong?" he asked quietly, trying not to sound fearful.
"Nothing Remy. I'm sure it's nothing," he said calmly, though his mind flitted around for different possibilities. Biting his lip, he grabbed a syringe and test tubes before, tieing a tournequet tightly around Logan's arm before swabbing a small section of arm and piercing the feral's skin. If Logan were to react, it would be a good sign...but Logan did nothing.
Drawing the three tubes of blood, he removed the needle slowly, swabbing the arm again before removing the tournequet. He watched and waited. Nothing. The man wasn't healing. "Shit," he muttered softly before gritting his teeth. His fears were confirmed. Logan's mutations were failing. But the question was why?
(I know Hank probably is OOC but I figured sometimes we all become out of character at times, so why not Hank?)
Angst to come so don't worry! It's going to be a short chapter again so I can write both this and the other story, so please be patient!
Hank was up in Logan's room for about a half hour before he asked Jean to carry him down to the medlab. Logan might not be to happy when he woke up but he knew it was necessary. He had to get an EEG to see where he was at. He was sure that Logan was in the second stage of REM but he couldn't be sure without the readings.
Jean nodded and used her telekenisis to lift Logan's dead weight downstairs into the medlab, only pausing the use of her powers down in the elevator. She was feeling fatigued by both the onslaught of emotions and flitters of dreams, like broken films of Logan's dream; the dream was horrendous and she knew that whatever he was dreaming, he was caught in it, unable to get out, making her and the rest of the team feel hopeless. All they could do was sit and wait.
Remy was taking it the hardest, though he didn't show it. He was almost going into an overload, feeling all of Logan's emotions and trying to ease away most of the fear, the anger, the pain. It had helped the feral some, he noticed, Logan not thrashing around as much in his sleep.
Remy had followed behind Logan and the rest, feeling the need to be alone for a moment to build up his shields again, feeling drained and worn out. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up in a bed next to Logan...and that was something he wanted to avoid at any cost. He would stay in the medlab for a few hours at a time, supporting his lover, but that was the best he could do, knowing that his anxieties about labs would overwhelm him if he stayed any longer than that.
When he got down there, Hank was just adding the last electrode on Logan's skull, grabbing a bandage from off of the steel plate beside him and wrapping it around his head. Fighting back a shudder, he sat down next to his lover and took his hand, gently in his own, carressing it to let him know he was there. That he was not alone.
As soon as Hank had turned the machine on, he looked at the monitor, noticing that his heart rate was elevated, as was his b/p. It must be a pretty awful nightmare to make his heart spike over 120. His blood pressure was nearing dangerous levels as well. Checking Logan's temp, he frowned. Fever. This wasn't good...not good at all, he thought with a shake of his head.
Remy felt Hank's worry and he looked up at the furry blue mutant. "What is it Henri? Wa's wrong?" he asked quietly, trying not to sound fearful.
"Nothing Remy. I'm sure it's nothing," he said calmly, though his mind flitted around for different possibilities. Biting his lip, he grabbed a syringe and test tubes before, tieing a tournequet tightly around Logan's arm before swabbing a small section of arm and piercing the feral's skin. If Logan were to react, it would be a good sign...but Logan did nothing.
Drawing the three tubes of blood, he removed the needle slowly, swabbing the arm again before removing the tournequet. He watched and waited. Nothing. The man wasn't healing. "Shit," he muttered softly before gritting his teeth. His fears were confirmed. Logan's mutations were failing. But the question was why?
(I know Hank probably is OOC but I figured sometimes we all become out of character at times, so why not Hank?)