|Scott Summers (opticbiast) wrote in no_good_deed,|
@ 2011-04-18 15:18:00
|Entry tags:||complete, cyclops, white queen|
You wouldn't like what's
Who: Scott and Emma
What: Therapy Session 2
When: 10am on the second day of Scott's return
Where: Underground Medical Bay
Rating: PG for starts.
The night before had been off. He couldn't sleep, and ended up meeting a few students around the school, which was helpful in recovery. There were still a lot of questions he was wanting to know. No one seemed to be talking about Logan. The Canadian hair ball was known to run off randomly for long stretches, but he was there when the school needed him. With the recent attack on the school, Scott figured he would be here. He would need to ask about that again at a later time.
As for now, he was walking through the underground tunnels, stopping at the Med Bay doors. Emma was going to decide how he could be helped today. She had told him to think about it, and Scott decided it would be easiest to have her rearrange his memories. Wiping them clean would be messy, and it wasn't what he wanted. If she could just push the thoughts deeper inside, that would do for now.
Normally, Scott wouldn't be so quick to alter his brain. Xavier and Jean had very clear cut ideas on messing with someones thought patterns on that level. Lucky for Scott, Emma didn't have such hold ups and concerns. The old Scott would never have thought of a brain organization, but he had been through a lot. As he walked in the Medical Bay, he saw it was empty save for some equipment. Looking around, he wondered how it would feel. Would it hurt? Would he even know she was doing something? He wasn't really sure.
He moved over to the work table, and hopped up to sit. He was a little early, so he would just wait for Emma in patience. He looked down at his brown boots, as his legs swung from the table. He had cleaned up, since Emma thought he smelled odd the day before. His clothing was fresh. A pair of khaki pants, with a blue button up shirt. Of course he saw it all through the red tint of his ruby glasses. While thinking to himself, he waited.