Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-03 13:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), faiza hussain (excalibur) |
Who: Emma Frost and Faiza Hussain
Where: Emma's house
What: fixing Emma's boobs
When: The end of the day
Warnings/Rating: pg-13 for minor medical nudity, and more talking about breasts
Status: Complete!
Emma was still in a lot of pain when they got home that afternoon. She'd gone so far as to take sleeping pills for the plane ride. By the time they got home, she was exhausted and grumpy.
"We should call the doctor, see if she'll come out here." Emma said, as she settled on the couch. A cat tried to hop on her lap, but Emma defended herself from feline occupation. Her legs and stomach just hurt too much.
Scott picked the cat up, and deposited her on the floor. “I’ll give Faiza a ring. I don’t think she’ll mind, especially if I tell her it was dream related. She’ll probably find it fascinating. She’s worse than Moira.”
Emma nodded. “Okay. That would be really good.” She was annoyed that she had to be saved from the cat. She didn’t like feeling helpless. “Maybe she’ll be able to answer some questions I have about my powers.” It was worth a shot.
A moment later, Scott was off the the phone. “She said she’d be right over. She wasn’t able finangle a ride from Clarice, so it’ll be about twenty minutes.”
“Too bad. I think I was supposed to talk to Clarice again at some point.” She couldn’t really remember, everything about that week and a half was a blur of sleeplessness and sadness. “Goddammit, we almost went two whole weeks with neither of us getting hurt, or nearly dying.”
"Send her a message," Scott suggested, nodding his head. He smiled a little grimly. "Does this even count?"
Emma gave him a very sour look. “It counts.” Anything that caused this much pain definitely counted as getting hurt, even if it wouldn’t be under normal circumstances. Under normal circumstances, she’d have drugs and a month off of work.
He held up his hands in a gesture that was vaguely surrender. “Easy. I’m just joking.” Hopefully Faiza would be able to help out a bit, even if it was just painkillers.
She sighed. “Sorry.” She couldn’t wait until the doctor arrived. “I think my sense of humor is elsewhere at the moment.”
“After all of this, I can hardly blame you.” He’d wished they’d been able to take the Blackbird, it would have been a lot more comfortable for Emma. “Hopefully we can find it again.” When the doorbell rang, he got up to get it.
Emma couldn’t remember a time when she was happier to hear a doorbell. She straightened as much as she could, hoping she wouldn’t have to miss work because of this. The last thing she needed was something to draw attention to the changes in her body.
Faiza entered, wearing her white coat and matching headscarf. She smiled at them as she came into the room. Practically floated, really, clearly in a ridiculously good mood. She paused as she got a look at Emma. “Oh my.”
Well, at least someone was happy. Emma sighed a little at Faiza’s reaction. “So it seems I’ve had a little work done.” Ugh. This was the worst. If someone she’d seen only in passing saw a difference, work was going to be a nightmare.
"A little work?" Faiza rubber at her arm. She hadn't expected this. The poor woman must be in agony. She could give her some painkillers, but there would be some scars. "This came from a dream?"
Emma bit back a sarcastic reply. “Yes.” It wouldn’t do her any good to be bitchy at Faiza. “Ice helped a little, but it’s really very painful.” She did her best to keep her voice level, and maintain her patience. As soon as this was over, she’d feel better. She had to keep telling herself that.
“I think I can help with the pain. Maybe some other things but I’ll need to, uhm... see the full effect as it were.” She squared her shoulders, putting her game face on. “Would you be more comfortable out here? Or in the bathroom, or a bedroom?”
“I’m not that interested in moving.” Emma said with a sigh. “I’ll be fine here, but I’ll need help with my shirt. I can ask Scott to do it, if that would be more comfortable.” She made a face. Sitting around in her underwear while the doctor poked at her sounded like even less fun, but she would tolerate it.
“Very well then.” She glanced at Scott, who moved to help Emma out of her clothing. Faiza pulled on some latex gloves while she waited, then came in close to examine Emma. She thought the woman had to be ridiculously tender. “I can help with the swelling, and most of the scarring. Maybe dull your nerves for a wee bit. But I don’t think I can change you back to the way you were. There’s just too much mass missing. Not that you were overweight or anything of the sort. Frankly, this is a crime.”
“I’d be willing to settle for as quick a recovery as possible.” She hadn’t expected anything could be done about her body’s shape. Like it or not, she was stuck with it. “I can’t honestly believe anyone would willingly go through this. Jogging is much less painful.” Especially not to lose such a small amount of weight. Maybe she could see getting implants, but they were so obviously fake and awkward that even that was iffy at best.
"Well somebody did," Faiza pointed out, not unkindly. She cracked her knuckles. "Now, this might feel a bit strange, duck. Don't worry, I'm a professional."
And just like that, Emma's body was rendered into it's separate bits. Faiza walked around her thoughtfully, poking her fingers at empty air as she prodded things around. She could only work with what she had. She could accelerate Emma's healing, and help reduce the scarring. Even bring down the swelling. She also did some minor rearranging of the implants so her breasts would hang a bit more naturally again.
She silently plucked a bit of mass from the back of Emma's head when Scott turned his back to shoo away a cat. She certainly didn't need that. Or to know about it!
Emma was most disturbed at the fact that she couldn’t close her eyes. It was hard not to look, and that would be nightmare fodder for quite some time, but it at least acted as an excellent distraction from her pain. For all that it was extremely weird, Emma could see how this ability would be good for a doctor to have.
There was something that sounded like a foomp and then Emma was whole again. Faiza walked around her, checking for tenderness. The stitches were gone, replaced by pale, thin scars.
Emma was, by and large, not sore anymore. It was a magical feeling. “You’re a miracle worker.” The relief was audible in her voice. She shifted a little, standing up straight for the first time that day. “Something’s still off, somehow. Not wrong, just. . . off.”
“Well, your body has been molded into some man’s idea of perfection. So it’s definitely off. I did some wee adjusting, since they botched your breasts.”
Emma nodded. “Yes, that’s probably it.” She sighed, remembering who exactly thought this body was perfect. It was best not to, in the end. “Thank you, they seem much less in the way, now.”
"You're welcome. I'd rather not go into the cosmetic surgery business, you understand." Faiza smiled at Emma. She didn't appear to be judging her, but Faiza had that doctor's ability to appear neutral an calm.
“I’d rather not have it done to me, but here we are.” Emma shrugged. “I have a couple questions pertaining to other things. Well, no, only one to other things.” She started to get dressed again, assuming it was okay. It felt wonderful to bend without pain. “The first and related one being, will I be able to breastfeed if I have children?”
That was a bloody good question, and one that Faiza had to think about for a moment. "Most likely. Your nipples might be a tad bit more sensitive, or a whole lot more sensitive. If you have feeling still, then you shouldn't have a problem supplying milk, and it becomes an issue on if it's painful or not."
Okay, she’d check that out on her own time. “The second question is a bit less cut and dried. I have a secondary mutation which makes my body turn to diamond. I can’t do it yet, which makes the question even harder to answer, I assume. The question is, will my body accept that the fetus is part of me and turn it to diamond as well, or would turning into that form harm it?” This was the more important question of the two.
Faiza raised her eyebrow, but that was her only reaction to the baby idea part of the question. "I'm afraid without knowing more about how the powers...work...that I can answer that. A fetus is heavily linked to the human body, but it's still something seperate." She pulled her gloves off and rubbed at her cheek thoughtfully. "However, perhaps it's one of those..necessary mutantions. Like that bloke with the claws needs a healing factor or he'd bleed out every time he popped them. You'd assume that this organic diamond would protect everything inside you."
“I was thinking that might be true, but it’s hard to say, since most normal mutations fail to get passed on.” Not worth the risk. They’d just have to wait. “Thank you very much for coming by. Would you like anything to drink?” She might as well be hospitable.
"Just a bit of water before I go?" Faiza smiled, looking between them like she was still trying to wrap her brains around that super model dating that stick in the mud.
“Sure.” Emma passed Scott as she went the kitchen, then back up, standing close to him. “I think I’m taller.” Quite a bit taller.
"Really?" Faiza turned to look at them. "I thought you were wearing heels! Maybe that's where all that mass went, do you think?" She looked at Scott, wondering if he'd sprouted at all.
“No idea. I’m honestly actively trying not to think about it.” She made a disgusted face. “I hope someone somewhere is benefiting from the lovely body I lost, at least.” She grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and handed it over to Faiza. “At least it happened now, instead of a month from now when I have my wardrobe rounded out again.”
"It was quite lovely, I'm sorry. But on the bright side, you saved yourself ten-thousand dollars in work." She smiled cheekily. The wardrobe had to be the worst part, except the pain, she thought.
Maybe she was a wee bit jealous.
Emma chuckled. “It was less when the work was actually done. I now know what inflation did to the price of getting one’s excess fat removed. It’s been a red letter day.” She smiled. Now that she wasn’t in pain, it actually was a really good day. She was going to get married soon, to one of the few people she felt could really handle her.
"Well, now you two can get up to...whatever it was you want to get up to," Faiza replied, blushing slightly, now that she knew what that sort of thing was like. "I really should get going."
“I’ll show you out.” Emma said, nodding and heading for the door. “Drive safely.”
“Thank you, duck.” Faiza headed for the door with Emma. “Uhm. I hope you enjoy..oh bugger that sounds wrong. I hope you feel better.”
Emma laughed. “I do. I’ll try to enjoy them, as well.” She got the door smiling at the doctor. Later she’d grill Scott about what lavish gift would be most appropriate for the doctor.