Madelyn, Moira - Saturday afternoon

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Shortly after the events at the mall, as the Blackbird's on the way home, the medical crew get the call and go into action.



Moira stared intently at the screen in front of her, scrolling down the screen quickly as she read the reports. She had just transferred these from her hand written notes and wanted to make sure that nothing had been lost. They would be encrypted in a short while, the notes on the mutations of the students were private after all.

She heard something in the background and grinned. "Maddie, if ye're down 'ere it better be because yer bearin' food an' nay thinkin' o' workin'. Takin' a _break_, remember?"

"Um... I needed a band aid?" Madelyn looked around the edge of the door to Moira's office, looking slightly guilty. Moira had that effect on her, especially after a 'gentle' reminder that running oneself into the ground was not the best medical practice. Even though all the medlab were horrible hypocrites in that regard.

Spinning her chair, she grinned at the other woman. "I 'appen ta know tha' ye 'ave more than enough medical supplies stocked away in yer room," she teased, shaking her head. "But...I suppose if'n ye want ta keep me company ye can always pull up a chair. But nay workin'!"

"Doctor Pot, paging Doctor Kettle," Madelyn intoned, poking her tongue out at Moira as she pulled up a chair. "So I got a little obsessed... happens to the best of us. What're you working on? Data from those Danger Room sessions you've been running with the kids?" She peered at the screen curiously, slipping her reading glasses on from where she'd had them hanging off the front of her t-shirt.

Moira snickered and repeated the gesture. "Aye, Angelo's files actually. 'e's been makin' progress an' I want ta run more tests. Especially wit' last weekends stunts. Th' fire from a while ago really stunted where 'is power should be."

"I saw the news story - Angelo has himself a groupie in that kid he saved," Madelyn remarked with a chuckle. "So... you think some kind of physical therapy to try and regain the flexibility in that skin? He seems to have some kind of natural defences - Sarah has to work at cutting him, apparently." There was a faintly disapproving look on her face as she thought of the pair's 'sparring sessions'. "Oh, did you get that stuff I sent you? The figures on Manuel's healing rates? I'm trying to get some sort of scale worked out for Amanda's healing spells - what she can heal, how fast, and the rest of it." She sighed a little dramatically. "Trying to quantify magic _sucks_."

The look on Moira's face copied Madelyn's feelings about the sparring sessions. They were ill-advised, even with Sarah's healing factor and Angelo's apparently natural defences. "I certainly 'ope so. Th' lad cannae be lucky for tha' lon' in those matches o' their's." She grinned at the mention of Amanda's magic. "I did. Verra interestin' figures at tha'. An' yer right it bloody does..."

Her words were cut off by the sudden vibration on her hip and she cursed. "Incomin'?" she asked, to clarify as she yanked up the pager to double check.

Madelyn nodded, already holding the beeper up to check the message scrolling across the screen. "So much for that break between patients..." she quipped, then frowned. "Oh crap. Powers overload." The younger doctor looked up at Moira, worry plain. "It's Ali."

The blood drained from Moira's face as she registered that. "I'll grab 'er file," she said, face setting determinedly. Quickly, she typed a few things and saved the file, shutting down the computer. Her lap coat was tossed off...she needed a clean one for this.

Meanwhile Madelyn was heading for the exam room, switching on lights and dragging out the equipment tray. "It says something about lasers!" she called back to Moira. "We're going to have to find some way of shielding the room and us, otherwise we won't get near her!" File firmly in hand, she followed the other doctor, one eye on the floor and the other glancing through the file. "We've got options but ta do tha', we need ta get close. Shut 'er powers down, for one. Sound proofin' is th' other--'er lasers are fuelled by sound."

"Sound proofing we can manage... even if we put her in the sound proof booth in the music room until we can stabilise her..." Madelyn grabbed a fresh labcoat and shrugged into it before coming back to Moira, her sneakers squeaking on the metal floor. "Damn, I wish Cece was still here. Her forcefield might have been enough to block lasers, but she's off at a conference over in LA... Wait, is there anyone else who could get near her with their powers? You know that part better than me."

"Folks wit' 'ealin' powers, perhaps. Piotr but tha' would jus' result in 'aving th' damned thin's beam around th' place like mad." Moira's brain ticked quickly through the people on hand. "Sam 'as a blast field, but I'm nay sure 'ow reliable tha' would be. Paige. Wit' 'er powers, well, 'twould be easy. _Possibly_ Shiro but...I'm nay sure on tha' one."

"Healing powers... Sarah, really, with Logan gone. Not exactly medically adept... Amanda should be on her way back from New York. Does that magic shielding of hers extend to lasers?" Madelyn was already dialling Paige's beeper number as she spoke, and left a quick message telling Paige to get down to medlab as fast as superhumanly possible. "What about that new kid, Forge? Would he be able to rig up something to cut the sound in one of the bays?"

She hadn't really had much time to study Forge's powers and she mentally kicked herself for that. "I think so. We need ta send someone ta talk ta 'im jus' in case." Reaching the sink, she quickly put everything down and scrubbed up. They didn't know what to expect. "'ow much damage did they say, besides th' overpowerin'?"

Maddie checked her pager again, and her face paled. "Sabertooth," she said, spitting the word out - she'd read enough of the mansion's medical records to know what that particular personage could do. "We've got a number of cuts, some joint damage from crushing, bruises and contusions from being flung around..." The screen continued filling with words. "Jesus Christ, Moira, they were up against Magneto and the Brotherhood."

Moira stopped long enough to stare at Maddie, feeling her blood run cold. The link--it was still there. Shielded as tightly as possible but there. "Oh my God." As one, the two women took a deep breath and Moira's face tightened. "We've got our work cut out for us. Surgery room needs ta be prepped, jus' in case. Send out th' wire ta those who might 'elp--Nathan's another, shieldin', but 'e's wit' 'er. Amanda shields as well." Work now. Panic and throwing up later, she thought.

"I'll get the kids down here as well - we're going to need the extra hands." Madelyn hooked her pager up to the large screen Hank had rigged for such eventualities, and the information appeared, large enough for Moira to read and still continue working. "I'll prep the surgery, you work on who we need for this?" she called over her shoulder.

She nodded sharply and glanced up, eyes worried. "Wha' I wouldnae give...well, for many thin's." This was getting harder every time they did this, she suddenly realized but bolstered up those walls again. "Let's batten down th' 'atches, shall we?"