Little Girl Lost. (2/50) (Crossover. Elle/Cyclops.)
Title: Little Girl Lost.
Fandom: Heroes/X-Men Crossover.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Elle Bishop/Scott Summers(Cyclops) beginnings. Hank McCoy(Beast).
Rating: PG.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Season Three spoilers for Heroes.
Author Notes: Written for crossovers50, Prompt: 06. Morning. Table can be found here.
Little Girl Lost
"How is she Hank?" The voice familiar though she couldn't place a name or a face to it
"Her vital signs show that she is perfectly healthy young woman." Another, more fatherly, voice answered.
Elle shifted in the bed, feeling oddly comfortable for the first time in days. Her body still ached from the countless times she had shocked herself. The two men continued to talk, the other man sounding a bit farther off than the familiar voice. A cool hand gently pushed away some of his blonde hair, touching her forehead.
"She has a fever, Hank."
"Yes, I believe it's from stress her body is undergoing from loss of control over her ability."
Elle groaned as she shifted again, the hand still on her forehead, and slowly cracked open her eyes. "Stop talking like I'm not here." She managed, trying to sit up only for a pair of hands to gently push her back down. Elle turned and glared at the brown haired man with the red tinted glasses.
“Well, good morning young lady I'm Hank McCoy." The fatherly voice stated and Elle turned to see as the man approached.
The name sounded familiar. She just vaguely remembered coming across one of Daddy's files with the same name. So this blue furred man must be like her.
Hank tilted his head to the side as he came to a stop beside her, "You aren't afraid of my appearance?"
She shrugged, "I've seen worse," letting her eyes drift around the room, she realized she was in what looked like a hospital ward. "Where am I?"
"You're in..." The brunette began stopping short as Elle's eyes screwed shut in pain. He watched in horror as lightening danced around the blonde's body, a horrible scream leaving her lips.
The lightening die though she could still fell the after effects of the short out."Hank, go get Professor Xavier."
Hank nodded, smiling at the worn out blonde before he hurried out of the room.
"You gave me a scare yesterday," the brunette started the moment Hank had left, "I don't know what's going on with your ability but we're going to help you."
His hand came to rest over hers though she pulled away instantly, slowly pulling herself to an upright position. Glaring at the handsome brunette, Elle drew on the strength to speak, "Who the hell are you? Why are you helping me?"
The man didn't seem surprised by her hostility; he sat calmly beside with his hands laced. "My name is Scott Summers." He paused, waiting for her to introduce herself.
"Elle...Elle Bishop. So why are you helping me?"
"How long have you been unable to control your ability?" Scott asked, avoiding her question.
Elle frowned, leaning back against the bed. She didn't want to talk to him if he was only going to avoid her questions. She didn't know who he was or why he brought her there. Where was she any way? Who was this Professor Xavier, Scott had sent Hank off to get? Like Hank, the name Xavier was ringing bells in her memory. She just couldn't find the answers.
"I understand. You don't want to talk. I'll leave you alone to rest." He patted her head as through she were a child before standing to his feet preparing to leave.
"Wait!" She reached out for his hand. She might not want to talk to him just yet but he was the only person she could say she knew. "Don't leave." Elle hated sounding weak. Her father would be ashamed if he heard her.
Scott smiled and nodded, returning to the seat he had vacated just a moment before. "I'll stay until the Professor comes." He reassured her, "You should get some rest."
Thought she pouted at his request, Elle drew the burnt smelling covers closer around her. She glanced up at him, to be greeted with another smile before drifting off to sleep.
End.
Fandom: Heroes/X-Men Crossover.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Elle Bishop/Scott Summers(Cyclops) beginnings. Hank McCoy(Beast).
Rating: PG.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Season Three spoilers for Heroes.
Author Notes: Written for crossovers50, Prompt: 06. Morning. Table can be found here.
Little Girl Lost
"How is she Hank?" The voice familiar though she couldn't place a name or a face to it
"Her vital signs show that she is perfectly healthy young woman." Another, more fatherly, voice answered.
Elle shifted in the bed, feeling oddly comfortable for the first time in days. Her body still ached from the countless times she had shocked herself. The two men continued to talk, the other man sounding a bit farther off than the familiar voice. A cool hand gently pushed away some of his blonde hair, touching her forehead.
"She has a fever, Hank."
"Yes, I believe it's from stress her body is undergoing from loss of control over her ability."
Elle groaned as she shifted again, the hand still on her forehead, and slowly cracked open her eyes. "Stop talking like I'm not here." She managed, trying to sit up only for a pair of hands to gently push her back down. Elle turned and glared at the brown haired man with the red tinted glasses.
“Well, good morning young lady I'm Hank McCoy." The fatherly voice stated and Elle turned to see as the man approached.
The name sounded familiar. She just vaguely remembered coming across one of Daddy's files with the same name. So this blue furred man must be like her.
Hank tilted his head to the side as he came to a stop beside her, "You aren't afraid of my appearance?"
She shrugged, "I've seen worse," letting her eyes drift around the room, she realized she was in what looked like a hospital ward. "Where am I?"
"You're in..." The brunette began stopping short as Elle's eyes screwed shut in pain. He watched in horror as lightening danced around the blonde's body, a horrible scream leaving her lips.
The lightening die though she could still fell the after effects of the short out."Hank, go get Professor Xavier."
Hank nodded, smiling at the worn out blonde before he hurried out of the room.
"You gave me a scare yesterday," the brunette started the moment Hank had left, "I don't know what's going on with your ability but we're going to help you."
His hand came to rest over hers though she pulled away instantly, slowly pulling herself to an upright position. Glaring at the handsome brunette, Elle drew on the strength to speak, "Who the hell are you? Why are you helping me?"
The man didn't seem surprised by her hostility; he sat calmly beside with his hands laced. "My name is Scott Summers." He paused, waiting for her to introduce herself.
"Elle...Elle Bishop. So why are you helping me?"
"How long have you been unable to control your ability?" Scott asked, avoiding her question.
Elle frowned, leaning back against the bed. She didn't want to talk to him if he was only going to avoid her questions. She didn't know who he was or why he brought her there. Where was she any way? Who was this Professor Xavier, Scott had sent Hank off to get? Like Hank, the name Xavier was ringing bells in her memory. She just couldn't find the answers.
"I understand. You don't want to talk. I'll leave you alone to rest." He patted her head as through she were a child before standing to his feet preparing to leave.
"Wait!" She reached out for his hand. She might not want to talk to him just yet but he was the only person she could say she knew. "Don't leave." Elle hated sounding weak. Her father would be ashamed if he heard her.
Scott smiled and nodded, returning to the seat he had vacated just a moment before. "I'll stay until the Professor comes." He reassured her, "You should get some rest."
Thought she pouted at his request, Elle drew the burnt smelling covers closer around her. She glanced up at him, to be greeted with another smile before drifting off to sleep.
End.