Lensherr M.D. Introducing a Stranger
Episode Two: Introducing a Stranger
Part one
The door of the lounge opened again. A man entered. Black turtleneck, slacks, a leather jacket thrown over his forearm. Dressed for silence and for breaking difficult news.
Erik suited that look. Though, Emma decided, the effect would be even more striking contrasted against her personal palette of white and blonde.
She arranged herself against the counter. Cat, cream, easy metaphors and the kind of leonine posture that tamed the harshest tempers.
“Hello Erik. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” She curled her voice around his name and smiled.
He glanced up, responding to his name with a blank look. The morning light drifted over her shoulders, glimmering through wanton gold locks and creating an ethereal effect. An effect that was lost on its desired audience. He gave her a cursory glance as he crossed to the bank of lockers and spoke in a brief tone, “Have we met?”
Emma’s expression froze, the smile acquiring the uncomforting stillness of a photograph.
Opening her mouth, whilst keeping her anger silenced was something of a challenge, “It’s early I suppose.” She walked over, offering him her hand, “So I’ll forgive you, you must be worn out.”
“I’m Emma Frost, we operated in the same unit in the IMH. I was fascinated by your work.” He seemed a little more responsive to her mentioning of his vocation, and she made a note of it for later. Typically she preferred that any man she chose should adore her above anything else, but even his medical obsession held a certain appeal. It made him … intense.
“So.” She joined him as he sat down, the three-piece lounge arrangement still scattered with the evidence of Xavier’s team. That textbook was lying abandoned on the glass coffee table, though the pot noodles had disappeared, “You’ll need someone to tell you more about the hospital. Maps and brochures are always so dry. The facilities are much better than the IMH. There’s NMR scanning available, the oncology department has its own PET scanner, the café food is bearable unlike that terrible converted mess hall. The research department is far more capable, their epidemiological consultant Dr. Drake was awarded the - ”
“Actually.” Erik interrupted, as if only just catching the thread of the offer, “There is something I’d like to know more about. Someone.” Lensherr’s gaze fell away from her, passing through middle distance and staring into memory.
“There was a man in the lift on the way up. Blue eyes. Tell me about him.”
As she said. Charles Xavier was ruining her hospital.
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A/N: You lot are swell - I know it's been weirdly Emma heavy so far but the boys still need to get into each other's orbits. Might hear more from Hank or Raven next. Thanks for all the comments. See you after the break.
Part one
The door of the lounge opened again. A man entered. Black turtleneck, slacks, a leather jacket thrown over his forearm. Dressed for silence and for breaking difficult news.
Erik suited that look. Though, Emma decided, the effect would be even more striking contrasted against her personal palette of white and blonde.
She arranged herself against the counter. Cat, cream, easy metaphors and the kind of leonine posture that tamed the harshest tempers.
“Hello Erik. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” She curled her voice around his name and smiled.
He glanced up, responding to his name with a blank look. The morning light drifted over her shoulders, glimmering through wanton gold locks and creating an ethereal effect. An effect that was lost on its desired audience. He gave her a cursory glance as he crossed to the bank of lockers and spoke in a brief tone, “Have we met?”
Emma’s expression froze, the smile acquiring the uncomforting stillness of a photograph.
Opening her mouth, whilst keeping her anger silenced was something of a challenge, “It’s early I suppose.” She walked over, offering him her hand, “So I’ll forgive you, you must be worn out.”
“I’m Emma Frost, we operated in the same unit in the IMH. I was fascinated by your work.” He seemed a little more responsive to her mentioning of his vocation, and she made a note of it for later. Typically she preferred that any man she chose should adore her above anything else, but even his medical obsession held a certain appeal. It made him … intense.
“So.” She joined him as he sat down, the three-piece lounge arrangement still scattered with the evidence of Xavier’s team. That textbook was lying abandoned on the glass coffee table, though the pot noodles had disappeared, “You’ll need someone to tell you more about the hospital. Maps and brochures are always so dry. The facilities are much better than the IMH. There’s NMR scanning available, the oncology department has its own PET scanner, the café food is bearable unlike that terrible converted mess hall. The research department is far more capable, their epidemiological consultant Dr. Drake was awarded the - ”
“Actually.” Erik interrupted, as if only just catching the thread of the offer, “There is something I’d like to know more about. Someone.” Lensherr’s gaze fell away from her, passing through middle distance and staring into memory.
“There was a man in the lift on the way up. Blue eyes. Tell me about him.”
As she said. Charles Xavier was ruining her hospital.
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A/N: You lot are swell - I know it's been weirdly Emma heavy so far but the boys still need to get into each other's orbits. Might hear more from Hank or Raven next. Thanks for all the comments. See you after the break.