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[Pete Wisdom]

"I've seen enough, I'm not giving up, on a miracle drug..." hummed Wisdom out loud as he walked down the quiet halls of the sub-basement towards the medical lab. "Get me a ear-ring, stubble, and a narcisisstic charity fetish, I could do a great Bono impression." It was far too early in the morning to be feeling as bad as he did. And why the hell are all the medicine cabinets upstairs lacking sodding medicine? I could bandage myself up enough to turn into a bloody mummy, but can I find some ibuprofen? Can I bollocks.

His lack of sleep, the headache from concentration on the inter-state drives he'd had to make, the headache from the booze he'd had the night before, and the still-aching throb of his shoulder where he'd been struck in Africa combined to make him, if it were possible, even more misanthropic than usual. His sunglasses barely helped against the minor glare of the underground facility's overhead lights.

At last, he reached the door and pushed it open, not expecting anyone else to be there at this time. After all, it's Saturday. Little tykes upstairs haven't had enough free time to break anything or each other yet.

[Beast]

There had been far too many comings and going in and around his medical lab that week. Alright, so technically it wasn’t his lab. His lab was the place for alien dissecting a chemical analysis of mutant fairy dust. But now that Cecelia Reyes had, with a but too much relief, taken her leave of the X-Men again, and taken all her equipment with her, the empty spaces had been refilled with Hank’s things, and it had begun feeling like his exclusive space once more. Students had come in and out after the space mission. Chamber had spent a few days in a coma, and a few more days for rest, but ultimately fled that confining room as well. So the doctor kept out of there for now, preferring the always-cluttered, always-busy atmosphere of his own strange experiments.

He was bored.

And now… there was a Humming. Someone roaming the halls of the subbasement… obnoxiously humming.

Hank left in search of the source, and poked his head into a ‘mysteriously’ open doorway to see a comparatively scrawny guy in a tie rummaging around… in his med-lab.

“If you are looking for the acid I confiscated a few weeks ago, it’s already been disposed of.” One look at Wisdom’s face, however, told Hank that he wasn’t in the joking mood. “Everything alright?”