REPOST FIC: The Weapon 5/12
- Let's see if Yahoo is being nicer tonight.
Disclaimers, etc. in part one.
Ororo loved to watch the sunrise from her roof garden every morning.
She was one of the few early risers in the mansion, and she loved
this hour of solitude before the school began to bustle with activity.
Sipping her tea, she sighed in contentment. Her roses were in full
bloom and the heady scent washed over her as...
~'Ro! Med Lab! Now!~ Jean's mental command interrupted her
thoughts. The woman's tone was frantic, bordering on all-out panic.
Something must be terribly wrong.
Ororo rushed to the nearby elevator, but it was taking far too long
to come. She ran instead for the emergency stairs, taking them two
and three steps at a time as she made her way from the roof down the
ten flights to the lower levels of the mansion.
When she emerged, she was surprised to see the condition of the
hallway. The Cerebro doors were badly dented and the elevator had
been slashed open. Were they under attack? Why had Jean called her
to the med lab instead of to the battle?
As the doors swished open, the sickening smell of burning flesh
assaulted her. Jean was on the floor desperately giving Rogue CPR
while a man writhed on an observation bed a few feet away. Another
bed was rising out of the floor unbidden as syringes, heart paddles,
and other medical equipment floated to Jean as if they were alive.
~'Ro!~ Jean called to her mind, unable to stop the CPR to talk to
her. ~Logan's being electrocuted. I can't touch him until the
current's stopped. Can you... can your gift...?~
Ororo saw the psychic image of what Jean couldn't express in words.
She was touching the seizing man, Logan, it barely looked like
Logan. She was drawing the electricity into herself, pulling it away
so it couldn't harm him any longer and so Jean could treat him.
The image disappeared as quickly as it had entered her mind. When
she looked up, Jean was telekinetically moving Rogue's limp form to
the fresh bed.
"I don't know..." 'Ro said, uncertain. "I've never done anything
like that, Jean."
~If you're not sure, well, you can see what it did to Rogue...~ Jean
paused, as if rethinking her proposal, then she thought, ~Don't do
it, 'Ro. He's probably already dead. I just... maybe... it's the
only way I can think of to save him.~
Rogue had touched him? Ororo had learned early in her mutantcy just
how dangerous lightning could be, and she could almost feel the
energy Logan was giving off from where she stood. Jean was probably
right. Logan was already dead and Rogue would be lucky to recover.
Still, she knew she had to try.
Opening herself to the very essence of nature, she saw the world turn
a milky white as she focused on seeing and controlling the elements.
The electricity was spiking through Logan's body so strongly. She
reached out, allowing her hands to hover over his shaking frame,
feeling for the source. His neck, a device in his neck was producing
the current. She called to the power and it responded to her
summons, leaping from the device to her fingertips, ignoring the
beleaguered body it had been so gleefully destroying. Distantly, she
felt the body go limp, but that was almost unimportant. The energy.
She had to focus to control it. She couldn't worry about anything
Jean could hear the thunder start shortly after Ororo started drawing
the energy from Logan. It was probably deafening above ground if it
could be heard down in the med lab. She didn't pay it more than
cursory attention, however, since her efforts were focused elsewhere.
'C'mon, Rogue. C'mon,' Jean thought as she placed the heart paddles
into position on the still girl's chest.
"Clear!" she called to no one in particular and pressed the triggers
on the paddles. Rogue's body leapt on the bed and then lay limp.
The heart monitor had registered one beep and then the rhythm changed
back to ventricular fibrillation.
'No, Rogue. Fight! C'mon.' Jean demanded, increasing the charge to
200 on the electrical stimulator.
"Jean?" Scott asked, running into the med lab. He took in the sight
of Rogue lying on the bed before her and 'Ro sparking with energy
next to Logan. "What the hell is going on down here?"
"Clear!" Jean shouted again, attempting again to shock Rogue's heart
into beating. She watched the monitor intently. One beat...
another... another. Soon, there was a steady sinus rhythm. The
young woman still wasn't breathing, though.
Jean ignored her husband's questions, telekinetically pulling a
intubation tray towards her from the cupboard across the room. She
opened Rogue's mouth, keeping the tongue out of her way with one
instrument while she tried to fit the tube down her throat. It
wasn't working. The swelling from her previous injury had to be the
"I can't see the vocal cords!" Jean huffed in frustration. Looking
up and seeing her husband, she said, "Scott, come here. I need
"What do I do?" he asked, eager to help Rogue where he could.
"Pull on some gloves... Ok, press here," Jean said, positioning his
hand on Rogue's neck and helping him apply the correct amount of
pressure before she went back to tubing Rogue.
"Ok... ok... I'm in." Jean said, pulling out the guide wire and
attaching the air bulb to the end of the tube. "Here, pump this,"
she said, handing Scott the bulb while she listened to Rogue's chest
with her stethoscope. "Good breath sounds, bilaterally. She's ok,"
Jean declared, switching her attention to Logan.
Dammit, he looked dead. His skin was hot to the touch and already
deeply bruised from the internal fires that had danced along his
metal skeleton. He wasn't breathing and she doubted he had a pulse.
She had to remove the device that had caused all this damage, but he
couldn't wait. If she didn't bring him back now, she probably
wouldn't be able to at all.
"'Ro, can you keep it up? I've got to help Logan."
In a dreamy, distant voice, Ororo replied, "Yes. Hurry."
She hooked up the heart monitor quickly to find that he was in V-
fib. His heart was quivering too weakly to pump blood, but it hadn't
stopped beating all together. It was better than she'd expected. At
best, she'd thought he'd be in asystole, and at worst, flat line.
Still, she couldn't do CPR or electrical stimulation because of his
metal skeleton. The only possible way to bring him back was a
massive dose of epinephrine. Still, how much should she give him?
His healing factor might counteract too small a dosage, but it didn't
seem to be doing much in the way of healing right now. She decided
to try a dose on the high side of normal and hope for the best.
Plunging the three-inch needle into his chest between the third and
fourth ribs, she felt it hit the heart muscle. She depressed the
plunger all the way and waited. She didn't have to wait long.
Completely blood shot eyes snapped open as Logan took in a deep,
gasping breath. The eyes slipped closed just as quickly as they'd
opened, but his heart kept beating. It was an irregular, weak
rhythm, and she tried to strengthen it with medication, but it didn't
work. The heart muscle must be damaged.
His breathing was shallow, labored, and sounded a little wet. He
needed a ventilator. Still, she pulled an oxygen mask over his face
for now, opting to deal with the more pressing matter of the
electrical device 'Ro was temporarily controlling.
"'Ro, where's the device?"
With some effort, Ororo whispered, "His neck, the spine."
"Ok... I'm gonna turn him over. Can you keep control?"
Releasing the last of Logan's restraints which had held his left leg
to the table all this time, she concentrated on turning his body as
smoothly as possible so as not to distract Storm. Jean then called a
surgical tray from the cabinet, setting it on the countertop she'd
summoned from the floor.
There wasn't time to scrub up or sterilize the surgical field. She
had to do this procedure quick and dirty, hoping that she didn't
cause further injuries. Picking up a scalpel, she carefully sliced
into the skin around 'Ro's fingertips. She didn't want to touch the
current with a metal instrument, but she wanted to get close enough
to access the generator.
Slowly and cautiously, she pulled away the layers of skin and muscle
until the spine was exposed. An inch long metallic instrument lay
fused to his adamantium spine between the second and third
vertebrae. Bringing the laser scalpel into position, she prayed that
it wasn't made of adamantium, too. Her prayers went unanswered. The
metal seam wouldn't melt away, even on the laser's highest setting.
The device was adamantium, and it wasn't coming off.
See part six.