Look at who finally decided to
fix up this story! Wow... this is a first for me :)
For the people who asked for more.
Disclaimer: The mutants are Marvel's (or at least living
in their world). I have no idea who Quincy belongs to -- but
he's on A&E :)
Helen Tyler lifted her face to the sun, a smile tugging at
the corner of her lips. She stood there, motionless among
the sea of people for a long moment, enjoying the feeling
of normalcy that she could finally claim. A sharp jab in her
side jolted Helen back to her surroundings, and she glanced
over at the man who had hit her.
He glared at her and continued to hurry down the street,
his large figure soon lost among the others. Helen shrugged,
too buoyant to let anyone's foul mood bring her down.
If she hadn't been a mature young woman, Helen would have
been skipping down the sidewalks in an expression of the pure
joy that she was feeling at that moment. Seeing as she was,
she settled for a jaunty spring in her step as she made her
way towards her bus stop.
She felt more alive that she had in ages.
Absently, her hand raised to her temple, massaging the tender
area. Her cheerful steps stumbled to a halt as the mild ache
in her head exploded into agony. Helen gasped, her purse tumbling
from nerveless fingers. Her shoulders hunched forward, and
her newly freed hand moved to wrap around her stomach protectively.
Her sense of joyful well being was fading quickly.
Her head was swimming with disjointed thoughts which quickly
drowned beneath the haze of her growing pain. She drew in
a ragged breath and tried to force herself forward. Her feet
caught on each other and Helen tumbled to the sidewalk.
She could hear the distant cries of the people around her
as they cautiously approached. Her eyes flittered open, drifting
past the worried faces hovering above her to focus on the
sky for one last time. And then her eyes fell shut.
Quincy shook his head sadly as he pulled the simple cover
over the young woman's lifeless body. He hated seeing a wasted
life, it sent his sense of injustice skyrocketing. This girl
shouldn't have been here.
"I'm certain that it was the treatment,"
Quincy stated solemnly, turning towards his assistant. "This
girl was perfectly healthy except for the results of that
Sam nodded slowly. "I think you're right, Quincy."
His eyes skimmed over the pamphlet he was holding one last
time before handing it over to the older man.
Quincy accepted it and leafed through it. 'Live a Normal
Life -- Dr. Agee's Cure for Mutations!' the cover proclaimed.
A smiling young man graced the cover, as if to assure others
that they too could be as happy as he was.
Quincy's anger began to grow as he read about the treatment
which had taken Helen Tyler's life. "I can't believe
this!" he exploded, storming out of the room, Sam on
Once in the hall, Quincy stopped walking long enough to start
his tirade. "This treatment is practically untested!
How can they let this happen!"
Sam sighed sadly. "You know how it is, Quincy. People
are afraid of mutants. The government included. It's no wonder
they're willing to let this treatment be put into use."
"Fear is no excuse, Sam!" Quincy shot back. "These
people are still human, they shouldn't be put through a treatment
as likely to kill them as help them!" He stuffed the
pamphlet into his pocket and continued to stride down the
"Where are you going?!" Sam called after him.
"To see Dr. Agee."
Quincy, defender of the weak and well accomplished trouble
maker had no problem getting past the doctor's secretary.
In a righteous rage, he stormed into Agee's diploma decked
office and glared at the startled man.
"May I help you?" Agee inquired politely when he
managed to calm his pounding heart. He nearly cringed at the
determined glint in the intruder's eyes.
"I want to talk to you about your 'cure'," Quincy
replied sharply, already composing his stirring and guilt
inducing speech in his mind.
"What do you want to know?" Agee asked. He leaned
back into his swivel chair and watched the agitated coroner.
As nervous as Dr. Agee may have appeared to others, he had
great confidence in his treatment.
"I have a young woman, dead, because of this treatment
of yours," Quincy snapped, waving the pamphlet before
the other man's face.
Dr. Agee's eyes widened slightly behind his glasses. "I'm
sure that you're mistaken! My cure is perfectly safe... at
least a dozen mutants have been through the treatment and
emerged human and perfectly healthy."
"Maybe so," Quincy growled, "but I have no
doubt in my mind that your treatment is the cause of that
girls death! The treatment is dangerous, I read about it several
months before it came out... it shouldn't be in use."
Dr. Agee's lips tightened into an uncompromising line. "I'm
not going to stop my treatments, Dr. Quincy," he said
Quincy glared at him and stalked towards the door. "I'm
going to make sure that you do, Dr. Agee." With that,
he swung the door open and strode out.
It hadn't taken Quincy long to find who he needed. It was
well known that Charles Xavier was the expert on mutant affairs,
and when he had informed the man's secretary as to what he
was calling about, Quincy was told that Xavier was willing
to see him.
Quincy was met at the door by a beautiful young red-head
with worried green eyes. Without a word, she led him to Xavier's
study and closed the door on the two men.
Xavier looked at the doctor over steepled fingers, a small
frown on his lips. "I was told that you wanted to speak
to me about Dr. Agee's treatment?" he asked, motioning
for Quincy to take a seat.
"Yes," Quincy nodded, settling down into the offered
chair. "I believe that his treatment is directly responsible
for a death." He noted that Xavier's frown deepened.
"I was afraid of that," Xavier admitted to his
guest. "Many people have attempted to 'cure' mutations
before Dr. Agee, and every one of those attempts has led to
disastrous consequences. So far, Dr. Agee's treatment has
been one of the more successful ones -- but it is by no means
"Then why has it been allowed to be put into use? Why
hasn't the public been informed of the dangers of this treatment?!"
Quincy demanded, his voice raising angrily.
Xavier smiled tightly, appreciating the doctors passion about
this threat. "I attempted to halt the introduction of
Dr. Agee's treatment to the general public... needless to
say, I failed." The man's face darkened momentarily,
"in fact, the government was debating whether to make
the treatment mandatory for all mutants. Luckily, they weren't
willing to go that far -- the backlash would have had tremendous
impact. And as to why the public hasn't been informed -- we've
tried. Many times. But those people desperate enough to search
out Dr. Agee don't care about the consequences. They have
been feared, hated, even hunted by Sentinels and FoH members
for most of their lives. And if they haven't, they've lived
in fear of discovery."
"But there must be some way to help these
people. A way that doesn't led to needless deaths!" Quincy
was at the edge of his seat, watching Xavier intently. His
mind was shifting through the possibilities of how he could
use his connections and position to help in this cause.
"There is. Mutants can be trained in their powers so
that they don't hurt themselves or others. And more than that,
we can provide support to help them in the rough times during
their lives -- times which they will have more than enough
of." Xavier paused a moment, and when he continued his
voice was tinged with excitement. "I also have a program
in mind -- one in which humans and mutants work together in
safe circumstances in order to promote understanding among
the two groups."
"Why aren't these solutions being used in place of Dr.
Agee's treatment?" Quincy asked, the answer already evident
to him. He'd seen this far too often.
"The government, which we need to grant permission,
feels that these are too expensive. They seem to feel that
the quick solution Dr. Agee offers is to the benifit of everybody
"Even when people are dying?!"
"I'm afraid so, Dr. Quincy."
The shrill ring of the telephone cut the conversation short.
Xavier picked up the receiver and glanced at Quincy. "One
of my students will show you out."
Quincy nodded politely and headed towards the door. Another
woman was waiting for him at the door instead of the same
red head who had shown him in. She smiled at him, "Doctor."
He recognized her voice as that as the woman who had made
the appointment between Xavier and himself.
"Rogue," she responded, leading him down the hallway.
"You..." she hesitated a moment. "You have
news about Dr. Agee's treatment?"
Her voice held an emotion Quincy couldn't quite place. "Yes.
I believe that it's responsible for the death of a young woman."
She drew in a sharp, pained breath. "Oh..." she
said, her voice brittle.
"What's wrong, Rogue?" Quincy asked, concerned
by the sudden paleness in her cheeks.
Almost as if to herself, the woman began to speak. "I
thought that I'd destroyed that machine..." Her green
eyes drifted up towards Quincy's. "When Dr. Agee first
began his treatments, I nearly... I nearly underwent them."
Quincy jerked to a stop. "Why?!"
Rogue looked away from him, her eyes downcast. "I wanted
to be normal, Dr. Quincy. I wanted to have the life that I'd
always dreamed of, and I felt that his treatment was the only
way that I'd ever have that..." She shook her head, as
if ashamed of her actions then. "But I destroyed the
machine before I underwent them. It's dangerous... Dr. Agee's
sister..." Rogue trailed off with a shudder.
She started walking again, and Quincy had to speed up to
catch up to her. The arrived at the door within moments. Rogue
opened the door for Quincy, but stopped him with a gentle
hand on his shoulder before he could leave. "Dr. Quincy?
I hope that you can stop him before he hurts anyone else."
"That's what I intend to do."
To be continued.
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