science opening up the past...

[iced_cherub]

Bobbi wasn't sure why she had been called to medical, she was feeling fine. Okay a little tired from her stunt with Brooke, but nothing she was worried about.

"Dr. McCoy? You wanted to see me?" She called once she was in the room. She stopped to look at something on the wall, figuring she should give the man a moment or two if he needed it. "It's not something bad about the blood tests you ran when I first got here is it?" Bobbi turned away from whatever was bubbling away on the table, careful not to touch it, looking around for the doctor.

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[ngm_adults]

"Given that they did raise you, I would say that puts a propriety claim on parentage, regardless of any other outcomes," Hank told her. Even if they were, apparently, robots.

"As for your real parents... I would prefer to use the term genetic material, in this case. Based upon the blood tests I've done, along with some other work, you would seem to be a DNA match for friends of mine, Robert Drake and Warren Worthington III, otherwise known as Iceman and Angel."

[iced_cherub]

She gave a small nod at that.

She was silent a moment. "Explains why I have feathers... Others with wings... It's more bug like isn't it?" It was the only thing she could think of, though the room did drop a degree, sorry Hank. "How... I mean both..." Though to hear she was related to two of the five original students had her beam a little. Meant she was clearly supposed to be one of the good guys right?

[ngm_adults]

"Unfortunately, at this point, I'm not ready to speculate."

A white lie. He recognized some of the basic signs in some of her genetic markers, but it could come from any one of several sources.

"There is... more," he began again, after a moment.

[iced_cherub]

She looked up. "I'm listening." She'd try to sort things out later. After all she was pretty sure she'd have to.

[ngm_adults]

"My other concern..." he said, "is that your DNA shows additional signs of tampering."

[iced_cherub]

"How?" Because that instantly derailed the other thoughts. "Is it something dangerous? Can we fix it?"

[ngm_adults]

"Rest assured, I'm consulting with Professor Xaiver and another colleague of mine, Dr. MacTaggert, so that we can determine the best response."

He went on, "However, as near as I can tell, certain markers relating to aging in your DNA have been switched into higher gear. While you are, physically, a young teenager, you seem to be no more than four years old."

[iced_cherub]

That had her pause. "No, I have memories of living in New York until I was in grade school. Then we went on that trip to Egypt... That's where I got in the accident, and we moved away from New York." Though she seemed to have a tone that she wasn't sure that was the truth. After all she had been trying to find the school on line, and there wasn't a school with that name.

Even the phone numbers she knew for her friends weren't their numbers. One had been a hospital in Brooklyn. She shook her head. "Why do I have memories of when I was little then? Why'd they do this to me?" She was fighting tears, though a few crystalized and shattered on the floor. At least she wasn't going to bolt. That's the last thing she wanted to do.

[ngm_adults]

Hank placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "It is... possible, that some of your memories may be implanted. Rachel or the Professor should be able to help determine that."

He looked her squarely in the eyes. "But know this. You are a member of our community now, and we will accept you and protect you, whatever comes your way."

[iced_cherub]

She gave a nod and toughed his hand. "I wasn't worried about that." She reached up with her free hand to wipe away a few more ice crystals.

Bobbi bit her lip hugging him, since she couldn't think of anything else to say. At least she wasn't too cold.

[ngm_adults]

Hank would hold the girl for as long as she needed.

"We will find you the answers you seek, rest assured."

[iced_cherub]

She nodded. "Guess I know why I couldn't find my school though. Guess now I just have to figure out who I really am don't I..."

[ngm_adults]

"Bobbi," he told her, "if there is one thing my lifetime of hero-ing has taught me, it's that you are who you chose to be."

[iced_cherub]

"If they gave me memories though... I... What if they did other stuff. I kind of... I want to know why they did it. Even if it's bad. I don't want to be bad though."

[ngm_adults]

"Between the Professor and Rachel," Hank said, "we have two of the best telepaths on the planet available to us, and Mr. Ramsey is not without his own considerable decoding skills. We will find out."

"One of your "fathers," so to speak, once went through much the same trials and emerged from it. I have faith you will as well."

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"At least they'll ask before doing anything..." She's still a little mad about Brooke making her feel guilty.

"He's really good at it... I was scared I'd get caught lying when he asked me into his office after the incident with Brooke. Though... I really didn't mean to hurt her."

[ngm_adults]

"I am certain you did not," Hank agreed. "Ms. Wyngarde is prone to overreactions. It runs in her family."

[iced_cherub]

She nodded. "Hm... Anything I should worry about that might be genetic with mine? I only really know them from TV clips and lectures here." And hey, Dr. McCoy would know them better than most people right? "I paid attention if it was something in the news because I hoped it would help show me how to control my abilities. Though, I can't make slides like Mr. Drake." Nor could she fly yet, her wings were strong enough to glide, but learning how to actually fly was a little difficult still.