Disclaimer: I don't own the
X-Men; however, I did make up the new characters in this story. I'm making no
money off this, so no suing. "Bad Reputation" is performed by Joan
Jett. I don't own that, either.
Summary: After a year of being
a team, the X-Men face new challenges that threaten to tear them apart…
Rating: PG-13 (A few curse words, some mild violence, and a few
sexual situations, but nothin' major…)
Author's
Note:
This follows the stories The More Things Change… and Clinging to
Falling Angels, stories where the children of the former X-Men create a new
team. The first two stories can be found in the fanfiction section of my
website at https://www.angelfire.com/scifi/addielogan. Stat pages for all the
characters in this story can be found at the page
https://www.angelfire.com/scifi/addielogan/stats.html.
Additional
Note:
I started the first book in this series in April 2000. At that point, the
Legacy Virus had not been cured in the regular Marvel timeline and, as you
probably know, that fact has played a major role in this series. Because of
this, I'm ignoring all plotlines from the regular Marvel Comics pertaining to
the cure for the Legacy Virus. Basically, this means that for this story,
Colossus is not dead, since there would be no reason for him to
sacrifice himself. Please, don't E-mail me and point out there's a cure to
Legacy Virus. I know I'm always saying not to E-mail me about things I mention
in my notes, but you'd be amazed how many E-mails I get from people asking about
things I've talked about in my author's notes. And just to let you know, if you
do that, I, along with all my friends will sit around and laugh at you. :)
Archiving
and Feedback: Again, drop me a line and let me know what you think! E-mail me
at addie_logan@yahoo.com or message me on AIM as ChereRogueMarie. I’ll
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New
X-Men Chronicles Part III:
Only a Shadow of
Innocence
By: Addie Logan
Dramatis Personae:
X-Men:
Addie Logan—Wildcat
Ric LeBeau—Renegade
Marie LeBeau—Charger
Kacie Drake—Ice Queen
Rebecca Munroe—Rainmaker
Billy Starsmore—Sparks
Warren Worthington IV—Shadow Stalker
Twister
Rachel Summers—Phoenix
Tristan—The Dark Angel
Kristof Rasputin—Phaze
Illyana Rasputin—Mystik
Allies:
Briana Braddock—Captain Britain
Craig Marshal—Canis
Dr. Angela Worthington
Paige Guthrie-Starsmore—Husk
Nathan Summers—Cable
*** *** ***
For years, they'd
been coming to the same place—a small town in East Texas. They were mutants,
run out of their own homes and forced to live in poverty, barely able to stay
alive.
They lived in
broken down trailers and barely-standing shacks. Those who looked human enough
to find work near-by did what they could to make money to help feed the others.
It wasn't always sufficient for everyone to make it.
All over the
world, humans and mutants were working together, the tension between Homo
sapien and Homo superior spoken of as if it were a distant
memory. But in places like this, the people knew that mutants weren't as
accepted as the media and politicians made them out to be. Here, they knew the
pain of seclusion.
But then he
came. They'd heard he'd died years ago, but a man like that—a savior—wasn't he
above even death?
They followed
him, listened to his message, and began to ready themselves to wage war against
the humans that had scarred them.
*** *** ***
Illyana
Piotrnovna Rasputin had one good thing to say about Westchester—it wasn't
Russia. For almost as long as she could remember, she'd wanted her family to
move, to come to a place where maybe she could be happy, where maybe her mother
could be happy.
Illyana was
in America now, beginning her first day of high school along with her twin
brother, Kristof. She was at the start of a new life. She clutched the silver
Star of David she wore around her neck, reminding herself that this was what
she'd always wanted, and there was no reason for her to be nervous.
Illyana felt
like she was going to panic as soon as she walked through the doors of Charles
Xavier High School. Although she had been born in St. Petersburg, Illyana had
moved with her family to the Russian countryside when she was a little girl,
and the high school she had attended the year before had been nothing like
this. People were everywhere, and she already felt lost. She wished her brother
had stayed with her, but he'd gone in the opposite direction as soon as they'd
gotten out of the car, deserting her as she'd discovered he had a tendency to
do.
"Hey,
are you all right?" she heard someone call from behind her. Illyana turned
around and saw a girl about her same height with long, auburn hair and green
eyes. "You okay?" the girl asked again. "You seem a little
lost."
Illyana
nodded. "I am," she said, trying to suppress her Russian accent as
much as possible. "I'm new here this year."
"You
aren't Illyana Rasputin by any chance?" the girl asked her.
Illyana
looked at her in surprise. "Yes, but how did you know?"
"Marie
LeBeau," the girl said, sticking out her hand. "Our parents were
teammates, once upon a time."
Illyana
relaxed some now that she'd found someone she had something in common with.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Marie," she said, shaking Marie's hand.
"Same to
you," Marie replied. "So you need help finding your classes?"
Illyana
nodded. "Yes, please." She looked down at her schedule. "Where
is room 203?"
"Walk
with me and I'll show you," Marie said. "My first class is in 204, so
we're right by each other."
"Thank
you for helping me," Illyana said. "I would have been very lost
without you."
"No
problem," Marie said. "And don't worry, this is the first day so
everyone's sorta lost. Don't feel bad about it or anything."
"This
school is just so much bigger than what I am used to. It's…overwhelming."
"Well, I
hope you'll like it here," Marie said.
"Oh, I'm
already happier here," Illyana said. "I was always very sad in
Russia."
Marie raised
an eyebrow. "I'm glad you could come here then."
By that point
they had reached the classrooms. "Here it is," Marie said, pointing
to room 203. "Meet me out here after class is over and we can walk to next
period together, okay?"
"That
sounds great. Thank you very much, Marie."
Marie smiled.
"It's no problem. It's always nice to make a new friend."
Illyana
smiled back. It was nice to have a friend, especially since it meant she
wouldn't be alone anymore.
*** *** ***
I don't give a damn
About my reputation
You're living in the past
It's a new generation
Hey, a girl can do
What she wants to do
And that's what I'm gonna do
And I don't give a damn
About my bad reputation
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
And I don't give a damn
About my reputation
I've never been
Afraid of any deviation
And I don't really care
If I'm strange
I ain't gonna change
And I'm never gonna care
About my bad reputation
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Break it down
And I don't give a damn
About my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
And everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
About a bad reputation, anyway
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Everyone
in the parking lot of Charles Xavier High School stopped and stared at the
blonde pulling in in a black convertible Camaro with white racing stripes,
blaring Joan Jett. The girl turned off her car, pulled up the top, and got out.
A much shorter kid looked up at her and she growled, showing fangs. The kid ran
away and the girl laughed. She got a bag out of the backseat of her car and
walked into the school. She went directly into the front office and asked where
she'd have to go to enroll for classes. The woman at the desk directed her to
the guidance department without so much as a glance up.
Jean
Grey-Summers was sitting behind her desk, going through the stacks of paperwork
that came with the start of a new school year when the tall, blonde girl walked
in. "You in charge of gettin' me in here?" the blonde asked.
"Yes,
I'm…" Jean stopped short when she saw who was standing in front of her.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Victoria
Creed," the girl said, sure to bear her fangs just a bit.
Jean tried to
stop shaking. "We…I, um…you can't come here?"
"Why
not? This is a school for mutants—I'm a mutant. You're not gonna turn me out to
the streets now, are you?"
"Not all
mutants are welcome here, Victoria. If someone were to pose a threat to the
other students, then…"
"It's
Vicky. And don't worry, I know how to play nice."
"I'm
sure you do, but the risk considering…"
"Considering
what? You don't know anything about me! All I've told you is my name."
Jean sighed.
"And your name makes it pretty obvious who you are. Any child of a man
like that can't be here. It's too dangerous."
Vicky leaned
across the desk to meet Jean's eyes. "Look, lady, I've been goin' to
school with other kids my whole life, and I haven't killed a one of 'em.
Haven't even maimed any. Still, the last school I was at, was a little
too—stifling—and I arranged to get myself removed. Only problem is, Daddy's not
going to be happy when he hears that. So you either let me in here, or I face
the wrath of Sabretooth, and it's on your head."
Jean stared
at Vicky in confusion. "Victor Creed is dead."
Vicky looked
like she was trying to keep from laughing, and Jean had to wonder what was so
funny. "What, you don't think my dad would make arrangements to keep me in
line even after his, uh, untimely demise?"
Jean just
gave her a blank look. Vicky sighed. "Look, for all you know, Vic kept me
locked up in a basement my whole life and after his death, I broke free
and am now trying to do all I can to avoid being anything like the man who made
my life hell for seventeen years, or something like that."
"Is that
true?" Jean asked. She looked sad, almost regretful.
Vicky
snorted. "Hell no. But it could be. Listen, I want to be part of you
little school here. I cause trouble, you can kick me out, no questions asked.
Just let me stay here for a while. I don't have anywhere else to go."
Jean sighed.
"I guess I have to," she said. "I owe it to you."
"You
do?"
Jean turned
to her computer and started going through the process of enrolling Vicky.
"Yes, I do."
*** *** ***
Marie sat in her
third class of the day. She'd already had math and science, and she was
grateful to be in something she could do well in—art.
The door
opened and Marie looked up. She'd been taking art classes since junior high,
and she'd gotten to a point where she knew almost all the students who spent
their time in the art department, but this was someone new. Marie felt herself
blushing at just the sight of him. He was gorgeous.
Marie could
tell the other girls in the class noticed the newcomer as well, and she told
herself it would be impossible to be breathing and not. He was tall and
perfectly sculpted, with black hair that fell slightly in front of deep blue
eyes. He radiated a sort of masculine energy, something that Marie was
definitely not used to finding in high school boys.
His gaze
shifted to Marie and he smiled. She smiled tentatively back, almost certain he
couldn't possibly be looking at her. She changed her mind about that when he
walked over and sat beside her. "Hello," he said, his voice holding a
slight accent.
"Hey."
"I'm
Kris," he said.
"Marie."
Kris smiled
again, and Marie was sure she was melting. "This is my first day
here," he told her. "How long have you gone here?"
"Second
year. I'm a sophomore."
"Me,
too."
By this
point, Marie had placed his accent. "Are you Russian?"
"Yeah."
"Kristof
Rasputin?"
"The one
and only."
"I met
your sister this morning."
Kris smirked.
"Did she tell you I'm the devil incarnate?"
Marie
giggled. "No, but if she had I wouldn't automatically listen. I tell
people that about my brother all the time."
"She
could be right, you know," Kris said with a wink.
Something
about the look in his eyes made Marie blush. "What kind of powers do you
have, Marie?" Kris asked.
"Kinetic
charge, some empathy," she said, forcing herself to sound strong.
"Are you
related to Gambit?"
"I'm his
daughter."
Kris grinned
again. "I see you inherited that Cajun Charm of his I've heard
about," he said.
Marie blushed
harder. She noticed random girls in the class were glaring at her and the
amount of attention she was getting from Kristof Rasputin. "I don't know
how charming I am, Kris."
"Why
don't you let me be the judge of that, beautiful."
Marie decided
that if anyone in that conversation had been "charmed," it was her.
*** *** ***
Vicky Creed sat
in her first class, looking around at her surroundings. She noted that it was
quite different from boarding school, but in Vicky's mind, that was probably a
good thing. She'd never much cared for uniforms, preferring instead to wear
leather pants and a tight shirt. Added to her badass image.
The teacher
came into the room and blanched as soon as he saw Vicky. She recognized him as
Bobby Drake and chuckled to herself. Vicky got up and walked over to him,
looking down when she approached him. She handed him the slip of paper in her
hand. "I just enrolled a few minutes ago, so I'm not on the role,"
she said sweetly.
Bobby took
the paper and read it, his eyes bugging out when he read her name and confirmed
his suspicions. "Victoria, uh, Creed is it?"
Vicky smiled
her most Sabretooth-like grin. "Call me Vicky."
"Vicky
it is then," Bobby said, definitely not wanting to go against anything she
said. He hoped desperately that she was good in math. The last thing he wanted
to do was to fail her. "So, um, Sabretooth was your father, I'm
guessing."
Vicky gave
him a funny look. "Yeah, Sabretooth, um, was my father."
Bobby handed
her back the slip of paper after adding her to his roster. "All right,
have a seat and I'll get class started."
Vicky gave
him another grin before sitting down. She didn't pay much attention to the
lecture, however, since she suddenly had too many questions on her mind.
*** *** ***
As soon as
Vicky left the classroom, she walked up to the first kid she saw, grabbed him
by the neck, and slammed him into a wall.
"Why do
people keep saying Sabretooth is dead?" Vicky growled.
"B…because
he…he died about a year ago," the kid said, trembling with fear.
"How?"
"Wildcat…the
X-Man…she…she killed him."
Vicky had to
stifle her laughter. "Wildcat? As in Wolverine's little brat?"
"Y…yes."
Vicky let the
kid go. "Thanks for the help. You were most informative."
She walked
away as the kid ran off in the other direction as fast as he could.
*** *** ***
"Mind if
I sit here?" Kris Rasputin asked as he slid next to Marie into the
cafeteria booth. He glanced across the table at his sister. "Your opinion
doesn't count, Yana."
Yana glared
at him. "I hate you."
"And I
hate you." He turned to Marie. "So, how's your day been since
art?"
Marie
shrugged. "Good, I guess. Pretty much the same as every day I spent here
last year."
Kris
chuckled. "You're too beautiful to be so cynical."
Yana made
gagging noises from the other side of the table. Kris shot her a dirty look
before turning his gaze back to Marie.
"So, um,
are either of you thinking about joining the X-Men?" Marie asked.
"Our
parents want us to," Illyana said. "Kris has been against it from the
start, but I'm thinking about it."
"I'm not
against it, Yana, I just don't know if I want to dedicate my life to being
a spandex-covered walking target."
Marie spoke
up. "Um, we don't wear spandex."
"What do
you wear?" Kris asked.
"Black
padded leather."
Kris smiled
at the mental image of Marie in leather. "Maybe I will have to check out
the X-Men out then."
Yana rolled
her eyes in disgust at her brother's obvious drooling. "Вы
- шлюха," she growled at him in Russian.
Kris glared
at her. "Вы знаете,
потому что Вы
- также один."
He smiled at Marie. "Do you think the other X-Men would be all right with
us coming around and checking things out?" he asked.
"I don't
see why not," Marie said. "We're always open to new members if
they're really interested."
"Then
I'll guess we'll have to come by the mansion—won't we Yana?"
Illyana gave
her brother her best fake smile. "Sure. Sounds great. I know how
interesting being an X-Man is to you." She grinned wider and then added,
"Почти
столь же
важный как
наличие пола
с другой
девочкой.."
Kris mimicked
his sister's fake grin. "You're crude."
Yana got up
from the table. "Whatever, Kris. Listen Marie, you can do whatever you
want to do about Kristof, but just know that he got into the pants of almost
every girl he knew back in Russia, and he's probably trying to do that
again." She walked away, not wanting to stick around while her brother
took advantage of Marie.
Marie looked
at Kris in confusion. "Is she telling the truth?" she asked.
Kris glanced
down at the table top in front of him. "I'm not proud of some of the
things I did back in St. Petersburg. I was pretty wild, and even though I
haven't been for a while, well, I did some things that hurt Yana, and I guess
she hasn't been able to forgive me yet. I'm not the man I used to be. And I'm
not just trying to get you into bed, Marie. I think you're very beautiful, and
I like talking to you, but I'm not pushing for anything else right now. I am
interested in you, but I've had too many 'relationships' that were nothing more
than sex. If I get involved with any girl again, it will be something serious
this time."
Marie was
surprised at how open he was with her. "Have you told Yana all that?"
"She
won't listen. I don't blame her. I was awful to her. But I'm trying to prove to
her that I'm changed with my actions."
Marie put her
hand on Kris's arm. "I'm sure she'll see that soon enough."
The bell
signally the end of that lunch period rang. "Can I walk with you to your
next class?"
Marie stood
up. "That would be great."
*** *** ***
Vicky stood
in front of the X-Men mansion. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Hope they don't lock me in the basement like they did Dad," she
muttered to herself.
Addie Logan
opened the door and immediately turned pale. "Who…who are you?" she asked, forcing her voice not to tremble.
Vicky snarled
at Logan. "My name is Victoria Creed. You killed my father. Prepare to
die."
Logan stared
in shock, wanting to say something, but finding it impossible to get any words
out. Suddenly, Vicky started to laugh. She walked in and draped one arm around
Logan's shoulders. "Just kidding, runt. So, you got any spare rooms around
here?"
Logan found
her voice. "No."
"Riiight.
You expect me to believe that you live in a mansion this size and every single
room is full? I don't believe you." She pushed past Logan and started up
the stairs. "So where are the spare rooms?"
"You can't
come up here," Logan said, chasing after Vicky.
Vicky ignored
her, testing the handle on all the doors until she found one that was unlocked.
"Anyone live in here?" she asked Logan.
"Yes."
Vicky opened
the closet. "Then how come there's nothing in here. No clothes or
anything."
"Get
out, Creed."
Vicky threw
her bag on the bed. "No, I think you need to get out. You're in my room
and you didn't even ask to come in. That's just rude." She pushed Logan
out of the room and locked the door.
Vicky sat
down on the bunk and chuckled to herself. This was going to be fun.
*** *** ***
"Hey,
Drake, what's up?"
Kacie looked
at the person sitting next to her. "Who are you?"
"Vicky
Creed. But don't worry. I'm not going to rip your head off or anything."
Kacie thought
for a moment and then shrugged. She thrust the bag she was holding in front of
Vicky. "Cheese doodle?"
Vicky took
one from the bag. "Thanks. So what are you watching?"
"Cartoon
Network."
Vicky rolled
her eyes. "You are definitely Iceman's kid."
"And
that's a bad thing because…?"
Vicky took
another cheese doodle. "I'm not saying it is."
"Victoria
Creed?"
Vicky turned
to see a tall woman with long, white hair standing in the doorway. "Let me
guess, Storm's kid?"
Rebecca nodded.
"Yes. Would you mind accompanying me to the War Room, please? You, too,
Kacie."
"Are you
going to kick me off the team?" Vicky asked, faking sad, puppy-dog eyes.
Rebecca
sighed. "I cannot kick you off a team you are not on. But we are going to
put whether or not you stay here to a team vote."
"Great,"
Vicky muttered as she got off the couch. "I feel like I'm stuck in a rerun
of Survivor."
Vicky
followed Kacie and Rebecca into the War Room. "So this is where you guys
come up with all your big, important decisions. I'm intimidated."
Kacie nudged
Vicky. "Try to be a little reverent. Might swing the vote in your
favor."
"Yeah,
wouldn't want to be voted out of the tribe or anything…"
Vicky sat
down beside Logan. "So, runt, you planning on voting for or against?"
Logan's only response was to get up and move to the other side of the table.
Rebecca
waited for a few minutes as the other X-Men began to file in. "Is everyone
here?" she asked.
"Tristan
and Ric aren't," Marie said.
"Tristan
isn't coming," Logan said. She frowned. "He said he isn't truly a
part of the X-Men, so it isn't his place."
"Funny,
you'd think your own boyfriend would be standing up for you at a time like
this," Marie muttered. Logan gave her a dirty look.
"Ric's
on his way," Warren said. "He was on the phone with his grandfather,
and he said go ahead and start without him."
"Okay
then," Rebecca said, biting her tongue against comments about Renegade's
level of commitment to the team. "I'll go around the table and get your
vote. Wildcat, I'll ask you first."
Logan rolled
her eyes. "Guess."
"Okay,
that is one against. Ice Queen?"
Kacie
shrugged. "She seems all right to me." Logan looked at Kacie as if
she'd just performed the ultimate act of betrayal. Kacie slid down a little in
her seat.
"Phoenix?"
"No."
"Okay,
two against, one for. Charger?"
"Hell
no. She's a Creed, and that can't lead to anything good."
"Twister?"
"It
doesn't seem like a good idea to me. I remember her father."
Vicky
frowned. "How could you have known my father? I've never heard of you
before in my life."
"We
fought your father about a year ago, Victoria," Rebecca said. "Around
the time of his death."
"Right,"
Vicky said. "His death. Okay, go on playing Lord of the Flies. Who
has the shell now?"
Rebecca
ignored Vicky's comments. "Sparks?"
"I think
we should at least give her a chance. We don't know what her relationship with
her father was, and besides, he's dead now," Billy said.
"I know
exactly what her relationship with her father was," Logan snarled. "I
remember her from when he kidnapped me when I was five years old. She was
daddy's little girl. Trusting her is just asking for trouble."
"And I
guess you'd know all about being daddy's little girl, wouldn't you, runt,"
Vicky said. "I wonder, have you ever had to do anything for yourself, or
does Daddy Wolverine come around and make sure his precious little girl never
has to do anything that might break her nails."
Logan started
to go over the table and attack Vicky, but Warren held her back. "Hey,
Logan, Billy's right, okay? We might be wrong in trusting Vicky, but we have to
at least give her the benefit of the doubt. I'm not saying we should just let
her on the X-Men, no questions asked, but I don't think we should just throw
her out, either."
"Don't
you remember hearing what happened when her father was here? Warren, I know you
know what he did to your mother."
"Yeah,
when my father was kept chained up in the basement," Vicky replied.
"Your
father was a homicidal maniac!" Logan cried.
"Oh
yeah, and yours is a saint."
"Victoria,
Adanya, calm down," Rebecca said. "No need to start fighting over the
past, especially since no one at this table was even born then. And I agree
with Warren and Billy. We should give her the benefit of the doubt. It is not
the policy of the X-Men to turn our backs on anyone—even the child of our enemy."
"So that
makes the vote an even four and four," Kacie said. "Where's
Ric?"
"I'm
here," Ric was, coming in as far as the doorway. "What's the
count."
"It's at
four against and four, well, for," Warren said. "You're the
tie-breaker."
Ric leaned
against the doorway. "That's a lot of pressure." He looked over at
Vicky, who winked at him. Ric smiled. "She doesn't look like a homicidal
maniac to me," he said. "We might at well let her stay."
Logan looked
from Vicky to Ric, and then back again. She quickly got up from the table,
pushing Ric out of the way roughly as she made her way through the door. Marie
got up and followed Logan out, muttering something to her brother about him
thinking with the wrong brain as she left.
The room was
silent for a moment until Rebecca spoke. "Well, Vicky, it looks as if you
are here, at least for a probationary period. Cable and Angela are currently
away from the mansion, but your status may change upon their return."
"All
right," Vicky said. "But I thought Husk was in charge of everything
here."
"Mom
tends to go off and let us do things our own way," Billy said. "She
comes in sometimes and tells us to change a few things, and we do until she
leaves."
"So
she's following in Xavier's footsteps then?" Vicky asked.
"Pretty
much," Kacie muttered.
"Do you
think Cable's going to order I pack my bags and get out?" Vicky asked.
"As long
as you have not been causing too much trouble, probably not," Rebecca
said. "He tends to give us a lot of autonomy. He does not want to make any
of the same mistakes he felt he made with X-Force."
"So this
means I can settle in here?" Vicky asked.
"For the
time being, yes," Rebecca replied. "Logan said you were able to, um,
find a room."
"Yeah."
"Are you
comfortable there?"
"Yeah."
"Stay
there, then. Dinner is served around seven if you want to eat with most of the
team. Leftovers are in the fridge usually by eight or eight-thirty, and you are
more than welcome to pick at them if you would rather."
Vicky stood
up. "All right. I'll see how I feel at seven." She stopped for a
moment. "I'm not here to cause trouble, Rebecca. I can't say I'm going to
be the world's best team player or anything like that, but I'm not out to get
any of you either."
"I
know," Rebecca said. "And the others will come around once you prove
yourself to them, I am sure."
"Don't
bet on it," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. She got up from the table and
walked over to Vicky. "With your father and probably whoever your mother
was, too, you're destined to be nothing but a problem for the X-Men."
"Unlike
if I was born with a parent like Scott or Jean where I'd be destined to be a
know-it-all with a stick up my ass?" Vicky asked.
Rachel just
glared at Vicky before turning on her heal and storming out of the room. Warren
gave Vicky a sympathetic look before following his girlfriend, hoping he'd be
able to calm her down from one of her tirades for once.
"If no
one else has anything to say to me, I'm going upstairs," Vicky said.
"I promise to let everyone know before I go psycho and try to kill the
whole mansion, all right?"
Rebecca
chuckled a little. "And if you could, give us enough time to get ready for
battle, too."
Vicky smiled.
"I'll do that."
Ric followed
Vicky out into the hall. "Can I help you, stripes?" Vicky asked.
"Yeah, I
wanted to ask a favor from you," Ric said.
"This
better not be anything lewd."
Ric laughed.
"No. Not now anyway." He winked at her and Vicky snarled. Ric seemed
unphased. "No, actually I just wanted to ask you to lay off Addie. Don't
make me regret breaking the tie in your favor."
"Why
should I do that?" Vicky asked. "The runt's an easy target."
"Addie's
been through a lot, especially where your dad's concerned."
"What, he
kidnapped her once when she was five. And whatever happened a year ago that you
people keep talking about."
"There's
more to it than that."
Vicky
frowned. "What?"
"It
isn't my place to tell you. And I wouldn't ask Addie. I'm one of the only
people who know, because she never wants to tell anyone. Just know that her
hatred for your father is more than justified, and odds are she's going to
project that to you. If you want her to ever accept you, you're gonna have to
stop aggravating her."
"I don't
care if she ever accepts me or not," Vicky said. "And it's not like
my father could've done anything that terrible to her."
"I
wouldn't be so sure of that, Victoria."
"What
happened?"
"I told
you, it's not my place to talk about it. The only reason I know is Addie used
to trust me more than anyone else on the team."
"Used
to? Why doesn't she anymore?"
"I'd
rather not talk about that either."
Vicky decided
to change the subject somewhat. She could always learn the dirt on the team
some other time. "So, what about you? Has my father ruined your life in
some way, too."
Ric looked
sad. "He made me what I am today."
"What is
that supposed to mean? Wait, let me guess—you don't want to talk
about it."
"You
catch on quick."
"Has
this team actually been around long enough to build up that many dark
secrets?"
"Dark
secrets are easy to get," Ric said. "But most of it's more like
painful memories. Look, just go easy on Addie. She's had to deal with a lot of
the past few years, and she isn't completely healed. You around tormenting her
is only going to make it worse for her."
"And I'm
supposed to care, because…?"
"Because
you're not an evil person like your father."
"Who
says I'm not?"
"Just
find someone other than Addie to harass," Ric said before walking away.
Vicky was
even more confused than she had been before. She remembered when her father
took Addie as a five year old, but what had happened since then that Ric was
talking about? And what had happened with her father, Ric, and the rest of the
X-Men that had, according to them, led to Sabretooth's death?
*** *** ***
Tristan found
Logan in their room, laying on the bed and punching a pillow. Tears were
streaming down her face. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say Victoria
Creed is staying."
Logan
stopped, turning around to look at Tristan. "The vote was tied, and Ric
came in and broke it. He wants her to stay, and probably because she's his type—tall, blonde, and easy."
Tristan sat
down beside her and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry on his shoulder.
"You aren't jealous…are you?"
Logan looked
up. "What? No, of course not! Who Ric LeBeau attempts to seduce is the
last thing I care about anymore. I love you, you know that. It's just, well, I
can't live under the same roof as Victor Creed's daughter. God, she looks so much
like him!"
"Is that
what the problem is—whenever you see her
you see Sabretooth?"
Addie started
to cry in earnest again. "He haunts my dreams, Tristan. You've heard me
cry out in the night before. Being with you, waking up and knowing that there's
someone to hold me and make the memories go away, well, it's made things
easier. But now, looking at her face, it's all so clear in my mind all over
again. She's nothing but a constant reminder of what happened to me three years
ago."
Tristan tightened
his grip around her. "It's all over now, Logan. He's dead. And she isn't
her father, anymore than you are yours. He's never going to be able to hurt you
again."
"It
still hurts, Tristan. I thought I'd be over everything that happened by now. I
thought I was strong enough to move past it. Why am I not strong enough?"
Tristan
petted her hair. "You are strong, Logan. You're one of the strongest
people I know. But you're dealing with more than anyone ever should have to in
a lifetime, let alone only a few years."
"I just
don't want to feel broken anymore. My bones are unbreakable—why isn't the rest of me?"
Tristan
didn't have an answer for her.
*** *** ***
Illyana
Rasputin opened up her suitcase. She'd barely even had enough time to unpack
the things she'd brought with her from Russia before she was leaving again,
this time to move into the X-Men mansion with her brother. Her parents had been
completely for the idea of them leaving, and she knew it would be easier on
them to have only two children in the house instead of four. Besides, life away
from her mother would make a lot of things easier for Yana.
"So how
are you liking it so far?"
Yana turned
around in surprise at the sound of a voice behind her. "Richard! You
startled me."
Ric had never
much cared for being called Richard, but with Yana's Russian accent, he didn't
mind so much. Still, he said, "You can call me Ric. Most people do."
"Ric,
then."
"So do
you like the mansion."
"Yes. So
far it seems very nice. The people here are friendly."
Ric smiled.
"I'm glad you're happy here. Must be a big change from St.
Petersburg."
"Oh yes,
very much so," Yana said. "But I think it's a change for the
better."
"Your
brother seems to like it here. Especially when my sister's around," Ric
commented dryly.
"He's been
looking for an opportunity to ask her on a date all week," Yana said.
"I think that might be why he decided to come here in the first
place."
"Is he
safe, or should I play protective big brother?"
"I would
go with the latter," Yana said. "Kristof Rasputin has broken more
than enough hearts in his sixteen and a half years."
Ric frowned.
"I'll keep that in mind. Not that Marie with listen to me anyway. She
brushes off nine-tenths of what I say to her."
"Younger
siblings are like that. I have a heck of a time getting Katya and Nikki to do
anything I want them to do."
"How old
are they?"
"Nikki
is nine and Katya is eleven. I didn't want to leave them to come here, but my
parents insisted. Kris mentioned us being X-Men, and I guess they thought it
sounded like a good idea. Things have never been easy at home for any of
us."
"How
so?"
Yana looked
away. "I…I don't know you very well, Ric."
"And
you're not comfortable talking to me about personal matters?"
"Something
like that."
"I
understand. But if you ever do need to talk to anyone, I'd be more than willing
to listen."
"Thank
you."
"I hope
you're happier here than you were at home."
Yana smiled.
"If everyone's as nice as you are, then I'm sure I will be."
*** *** ***
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Col. Nicholas Fury's Office
Nick Fury
stopped short when he walked into his office and saw a redheaded woman sitting
at his desk with her feet propped up and a cigar in her mouth. "Outta my
chair, Mackenzie."
The redhead
just stared at Nick, taking another drag off the cigar she was smoking.
"C'mon,
up. And that was one of my best cigars."
"I
know." She kicked a file on his desk with the heel of her shoe.
"What's this?"
"What's
what?"
"Don't
play dumb with me, Nick," she said, standing up and grabbing the file. She
carried it over to Nick and thrust it at his chest. "What's this?"
"Oh,
this? This is the file with the orders I was about to hand down to you before
you came into my office and rifled through my things."
"I
didn't rifle through your things," Mackenzie said, waving the cigar in the
air. "I came in here looking for you and saw a file with my name on it on
your desk."
"So you
read it."
"Of
course. And I'm not taking that assignment."
"Yes,
you are."
"No, I'm
not."
"Look,
Mackenzie, this matter was brought to the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I have
to make sure we play some part in it. I need an agent on this mission, and I
need it to be you."
"Why me,
huh? Look, I know I said I wanted you to give me more field work, but this?
This is just asking for trouble."
"I need
you because you grew up there! You know the area, Mac, better than any other
agent I have.
"It's
not that I don't want to be there, Nick. You know as well as anyone how
homesick I get anyway. It just, well, I don't want to work with them."
"I've
worked with the X-Men plenty of times in the past. It's not so bad."
"Yeah,
and I've heard the stories you've told about working with super hero groups.
That doesn't sound like a good time to me."
"So
what, you signed up for S.H.I.E.L.D. to have fun?"
"No!
But, I didn't sign up for it to follow a bunch of mutants through East Texas
either!"
"Too
bad. You're going, end of story. Either get your ass to Westchester A.S.A.P. or
turn in your badge. It's your choice, Mackenzie."
"You
wouldn't fire me."
"Wanna
try me?"
"I'm
going to hate you forever for this."
"You'll
get over it."
"Fine.
But I'm keeping the cigar." Mac stormed out of the office.
"Kids,"
Nick muttered under his breath before sitting down at his desk and propping his
feet up much the way Mackenzie had been doing before.
*** *** ***
Victoria
Creed sat in the main room of the mansion, watching television. The doorbell
kept ringing, and it was really starting to annoy her. Hard to enjoy watching
random things blowing up when you kept hearing bells. "Isn't anyone going
to get that?" Vicky muttered.
Finally,
Vicky decided none of the "real" X-Men were going to answer the door.
"Fine. I'll do it," she said, getting up and walking the couple of
feet to the door. She threw it open. "What?"
A woman only
an inch or so shorter than Vicky with long, red hair and blue eyes was on the
other side. She was dressed in a light blue, obviously expensive, business
suit. "Is this the home of the X-Men."
"No.
It's one of the random other mansions out in the middle of nowhere with a big
sign out front that says "Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning."
The redhead
reached into her jacket and pulled out a badge. "Agent Mackenzie Fury. I
work for S.H.I.E.L.D."
Vicky raised
an eyebrow. "Any relation to any other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents named
Fury?"
"He's my
father. Now if you don't mind, Miss Creed, I'd like to come in and talk to
whoever's in charge around here."
"That
would be Rebecca. And how did you know who I am?"
"It's my
job to know." Mackenzie put her badge back in her jacket pocket. "Now
can I come in?"
"Uh,
sure, yeah." Vicky let Mac in and then walked over to the edge of the
stairs. "Rebecca, visitor!" she yelled up the stairs.
Rebecca
walked down a few moments later. "May I help you?"
"Mac
Fury. I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I was sent down here because there have been
reports of a mutant referring to himself as Magneto forming a group of what we
suspect to be mutant terrorists. Col. Fury wanted me to ask y'all to come with
me to Wills Point, Texas—where this 'Magneto'
guy is—and try to stop him before things get out of
hand."
Rebecca
frowned. "Do you have any information on him other than the fact he is
calling himself Magneto?"
"Some of
our agents reported that he does have powers similar to Magneto, and that his
hair is white. Other than that, they couldn't come up with much of
anything."
"What
does S.H.I.E.L.D. want us to do about it?" Rebecca asked.
"Go down
there and stop him, like I said. Y'all call yourselves the X-Men. If anyone is
going to fight someone calling himself Magneto, then it should be you."
"I will
have to talk to the other X-Men about this. I cannot simply agree to sending us
all somewhere without their permission."
"I
understand. Talk to your team. But try not to take too long, all right? The
colonel says things are heating up down there."
"I
will," Rebecca said. "Some of them are not here at the moment, but I
can contact them and get them all home within an hour. Will that suffice?"
"Sounds
good to me. I could use a cigarette anyway."
"There's
no smoking in the mansion."
"I
figured as much," Mac said, rolling her eyes. "But don't tell me
you've banned smoking outside, too?"
"As long
as you are not in front of any of the mansion's main doorway, it would be
fine."
"I'll
show you where they usually send us smokers," Vicky said. "It's not
the prettiest sport in the world, but it's free from lung-cancer
warnings."
"Thanks,"
Mac said.
"I will let
you know when I have the team assembled," Rebecca said.
Mac gave her
a nod, and then followed Vicky out to the back of the mansion. "Here.
Pollute your lungs all you want here, no one will care. Kristof, Yana, and I
all come out here at some point during the day," Vicky said. "I
haven't figured out where Logan goes off to pretend she isn't smoking."
"I'm
surprised there are so many smokers here," Mac said, shaking a cigarette
from her pack. "I would've thought the X-Men would've been more
health-conscious than that."
Vicky
shrugged as she lit her own cigarette. "Well, it isn't going to hurt me or
Logan—healing factors and all. And as far as Kris
and Yana, I don't think they particularly care if they live or die. What's your
excuse?"
"Somehow
whatever's been keeping my father alive for so long worked itself into my
genetic make-up. Not much could hurt me, really." Mac frowned, realizing
she'd left her lighter in her car. "Got a light?"
"Yeah,
sure," Vicky said, tossing her her lighter.
"Nice
lighter," Mac said.
"Thanks.
I got it off a biker who tried to start something with me," Vicky replied.
"So, growing up with Nick Fury as a father. Must've been
interesting."
"I
wouldn't know," Mac replied, taking a drag. "I didn't know him until
I was twenty-two and started working for S.H.I.E.L.D. My mother would never
tell me who he was. It's a coincidence that we ended up working together. Guess
it was fate or something."
"I still
don't know who my mother is," Vicky said, flicking the end of her
cigarette. "My father won't tell me. He says I'm better off not
knowing."
"He's
probably right."
"Still,
I wish I knew her."
"I
could've gone on just fine not knowing my mother," Mac said. "The
Mackenzies—my mother gave me her last name as my first
name, evil woman—are a big oil family
in East Texas. She wanted me to be a debutant, and was more than a little
disappointed when I turned out to be a juvenile delinquent instead."
Vicky
laughed. "Well, you seem like you turned out all right to me."
"This
coming from the daughter of Victor Creed. I don't think that would assure my
mother of very much." Mac paused for a second, and then said. "She's
all but disowned me. Most of my family has, except for her parents. I spent
most of my childhood at their house out in the country. My mother lived in
Dallas, and I'd live with her during school, but she'd send me off the day
after school ended. Never wanted to have much to do with me." Mac laughed
a little. "I don't know why I just told you that."
Vicky
shrugged. "'Cause I'm listening, I guess."
"I'm not
bitter, you know," Mac said. "I'm happy. Well, I'm not too happy
about having to go deal with some Magneto wannabe in Texas, but it could be
worse."
"I've
been here a little over a week, and let me tell you, these people are something
else," Vicky said. "There's more issues here than at a mental ward.
Hell, I'm not this off, and I was raised by a professional hitman. You'd think
I'd be the crazy one here."
"Great,
now I'm really looking forward to this."
"Hey,
maybe you'll get lucky and they'll put this to a vote the way they love to do,
and decide against it."
"Put it
to a vote?"
"Oh
yeah, they vote on everything. I'm surprised they haven't started voting on who
cleans the bathrooms yet."
Mac laughed.
"Hey, think we should go in and check on things?"
"Sure."
Vicky threw her cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. "But don't
expect to find anything entertaining. This place is slower than that person who
always drives in front of you whenever you're in a hurry."
Mac stood up
and put her cigarette out, too. "That's fine with me. Not like things move
very fast where we're going if the X-Men agree to go with me on this."
"Trust
me," Vicky said with a smirk. "Anything's better than here."
*** *** ***
Mac knew what
Vicky had been talking about with the X-Men having to vote on everything now.
The X-Men who had been in the mansion or close by when Mac arrived had gathered
in the war room, listened to what she had to say, and then had democratically
decided whether or not they were going to go with her. Mac wasn't sure if
she was relieved or afraid that they'd agreed to help her.
Now, she was
waiting again, this time for the other X-Men to get in so they could form a
battle plan. Mac was sitting in the War Room, her chin resting in her hands,
wishing whoever wasn't there would hurry up so she could get this over with as
soon as possible.
"Who are
we waiting for?" Logan asked from the other side of the room. Mac had
noticed Logan very obviously getting up and moving to the chair she was in now
when Vicky Creed had come into the room and sat beside her, and had filed it
away for later. It was always important to know where the divisions were in any
team you were working with.
"Craig
is not here," Rebecca said. "I believe he is the only one."
"My
brother's coming?" Logan asked, obviously surprised.
So Logan had
a brother who, from the sounds of it was somewhat a member of the team,
and not someone that Logan was particularly close to. Mac filed that little
tidbit away, too. She was beginning to get the impression that there was a lot
going on behind the scenes with this team.
Vicky looked
up. Obviously as taken aback by what Logan said as Mac had been. "You have
a brother?"
Logan glared
at Vicky. "Yes, I have a brother. A twenty-six year old
half-brother," Logan said, her voice near a growl. Tristan put his hand on
her shoulder in an effort to calm her.
Craig walked
in a few minutes later. And Vicky knew who he was immediately. Despite the fact
he was rather tall and had normal hair, there was no mistaking him for anything
but Wolverine's son. "Sorry it took me so long to get out here," he
said, taking an empty seat. "My boss didn't seem to like the idea of me
suddenly leaving without anymore of a reason than 'family emergency,' and
traffic was, of course, awful. So what's going on?"
Rebecca
gestured to Mac. "This is Mackenzie Fury. She works for S.H.I.E.L.D., and
she was sent here to request our help in stopping a mutant in Texas who claims
to be Magneto."
Craig sort of
raised an eyebrow at that, but his only response was a nod.
"We do
not know the extent of the situation—even Mackenzie could
only give us some information on the mutant in Texas. Therefore, I think it
would be wisest if as much of the team as possible accompanied Ms. Fury, since
things could get messy down there. Is there anyone who cannot do this?"
"I'm all
for it," Vicky said with the dopiest grin she could manage. "Now that
you nice people have let me on the most sacred of all superhero teams—well, excluding the Avengers and the Fantastic Four, of course—I don't want to be anything but a team player!"
Vicky
received a mix of looks of distain and stifled laughs.
"Anyone
else?" Rebecca asked.
"Hon,
where exactly in Texas did you say this is?" Twister asked Rebecca.
"Wills
Point."
Twister grew
a little pale. "I…I don't know if I
should go there."
"Why
not?"
"It just
isn't a good idea."
"Can I
talk to you for a moment?" Rebecca asked, standing up. "In the
hall."
Twister got
out of his chair. "Yeah, sure."
Twister followed
Rebecca out of the room, leaving the X-Men to wonder what exactly the two had
to discuss. "Does she pull everyone out of the room like that when they
disagree with her?" Vicky asked, leaning over to whisper to Kacie.
"No,"
Kacie whispered back. "She's only doing it to Twister because he's her
boyfriend."
"Ah,"
Vicky said. "Makes sense."
Out in the
hallway, Rebecca gave Twister a quizzical look. "Is something wrong? Why
can you not come with us?"
"I can't
go back there, 'Becca. I can't go through it all again."
"Go
back? What are you talking about?"
"I'm
from Wills Point," Twister said. "My whole family—they still live there. Hell, I'm the first person in my family to
actually leave Van Zandt county in generations. And the last time I saw them, well,
they weren't exactly happy with me."
Rebecca put
her hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "It will be all right.
It will not be the same as the last time you were there—I will be with you."
Twister took
her hand off his shoulder, but didn't let it go. "That worries me, too,
Rebecca. My family, they aren't exactly the most enlightened people in the
world. I don't know what they'd do if they saw I was with you."
"What do
you mean?"
"They're
racist, 'Becca. Extremely racist."
Rebecca
pulled her hand away from Twister as if he'd suddenly turned to fire. "Are…are you saying that you do not want to be seen with me because I
am black? Are you ashamed of that—of me?"
"No!
God, no! How could you think that about me?! There's not a damn thing about you
that would make me ashamed of you, especially not your race. It's just…I'm afraid of what they'd do to you. My cousins especially."
Rebecca
immediately softened when she heard him voice the real reason for his concern.
She took hold of his hand again. "I will be fine, my love." She gave
him a small smile. "I can take care of myself. I am the leader of the
X-Men, after all."
"I just
love you so much, Rebecca. I know you can take care of yourself, but I still
worry about something happening to you. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of
the night and just hold you because I'm afraid that I might lose you the next
day and I'll never be able to again. You're my whole world, Rebecca."
"So be
there to protect me."
"I'd
rather you weren't there either," Twister admitted. "I'd rather you
never had to face any of the things that you do as an X-Man. But I also love
you too much to ever ask you to do something like that. You'd resent me for it
eventually. This is too much of who you are."
"You
know you are my soulmate."
"I
know."
"Which
is all the more reason why I need you buy my side. In everything I do—including this."
"You're
not letting me back out of this are you?"
Rebecca shook
her head. "No. Look, odds are, we will not even have to see your family.
And if we do, I know you are strong enough to handle it."
Twister
nodded, and the two of them walked back into the war room to let the other
X-Men know that the team would be unified in this.
*** *** ***
Vicky stood
outside the Blackbird, staring at it with a wary eye. It was bad enough that
she had to wear one of their god-awful black leather uniforms, but now she had
to make like a sardine and cram into that jet with the whole rest of the team?
"Uh, do
I really have to fly in that?" Vicky asked.
"Yes,"
Rebecca replied. "How else do you plan to get to Texas?"
"Um, in
a bigger plane?" Vicky offered. "Who's flying that thing
anyway?"
"I
am," Billy said.
If Vicky had
ever prayed in her life, it would've been then.
Mac stopped
short right behind Vicky. "Wait…are we all supposed to
pile into that?"
Vicky
frowned. "Apparently."
"Okay,
Nick was right—superheroes are psycho."
Vicky just
nodded.
"Oh
well, it'll be an…experience…" Mac said.
Another nod
from Vicky.
"Come
on!" Ric shouted from the Blackbird.
Mac and Vicky
looked at each other, shrugged, and boarded the jet.
*** *** ***
The first thing Mac Fury did when she got off the
Blackbird was thank whatever forces may have been listening that she had
survived the flight and had her feet back on the ground. It was an added bonus
that that ground happened to be comprised of Texas soil.
The second thing she did was light up a
cigarette in a desperate attempt to calm her now-shattered nerves. Although
there was no doubting that Billy Starsmore had piloting skills, he also had
many of the same personality traits of all other twenty-year-old boys. Which
apparently led you to believe that the best way to fly was by trying to outdo
the world's top stunt pilots.
"Don't
much like flying?"
Mac turned around to see who had spoken. "Kris Rasputin,
right?"
"Right," Kris replied.
"It's not flying I don't like," Mac
said. "It being at the mercy of another pilot." Mac reached into her
pocket and realized she'd forgotten her lighter again. "Dammit."
Kris pulled out his own and lit her cigarette.
He gave her a smile that she found to be sickeningly charming.
"Thanks," Mac said, then walking away before he could say anything
else.
She went over to where Vicky was standing, leaning up against the Blackbird. "What's up with that guy?" she asked.
"Kris?
Oh, he's a jerk. He's been putting the moves on Marie LeBeau since day one, but
he's also trying to get into the pants of everything classified as female. He
tried with me, but when he found my hand around his neck and his head against a
tree, he changed his mind on that one. Didn't even have a chance to phase
through my grip I scared him so much."
Mac laughed.
Vicky was definitely her kind of person.
Rebecca
approached Mac. "Now that we are here, what would you like us to do?"
Rebecca asked. "You requested our help with a primarily S.H.I.E.L.D.
mission. Leadership is in your hands from here on out since I do not know much
more than the little bit you have told me."
Mac nodded.
"I'd say the best thing for us to do right now is to send a small team
into town and see what we can dig up, while the rest stay with the Blackbird,
ready to serve as back up if need be. I've learned from prior experience that
running into a situation head-first, guns blazing, is a good way to mess it all
up."
"I
agree," Rebecca said. "Who were you thinking of to accompany you? I
assume you are going."
"Yeah,"
Mac said. "I'd like you, of course, seeing as you are the field leader and
all. And Vicky, if she's willing. If her senses are anything like her father's,
they'll be an asset."
"They're
not quite as acute as his, but they're good," Vicky said. "And unlike
some people on this team, I actually trust them."
"Do you
have any other suggestions?" Mac asked Rebecca.
"Rachel.
She is the highest-level psi we have on field duty. That would be an asset. And
Warren as well. His abilities make him ideal for any sort of reconnaissance
work."
Mac nodded.
"Sounds like a good team. Round 'em up, and get 'em into civvies. Walking
around small-town Texas in padded leather isn't exactly going to keep people
from looking at us funny."
Twister
walked up behind the three women and cleared his throat. They all turned to
look at him. "What is it?" Rebecca asked.
"If
y'all don't mind, I'd like to go, too," Twister said.
"Are you
sure?" Rebecca asked. "After what we talked about back at the mansion…"
"I know
this town," Twister said. "Until about a year ago, it was the only
home I knew. They're might be some things there that are difficult for me to face,
but I feel like I have to—for the X-Men."
"You're
from Wills Point?" Mac asked.
"Yes."
Mac frowned.
"It would be helpful having you on the scouting team, then. I spent a good
chunk of my life around here, but not in Wills Point specifically. But if you
think that you won't be able to handle coming back home, then don't risk it and
put us all in jeopardy."
Twister
glanced quickly at Rebecca and then turned his attention back to Mac. "I
can handle it. And there's another thing. I think I might know who this group
of mutants is."
Mac looked at
him in surprise, wondering why he didn't speak up earlier, but decided that
griping at him about it wouldn't be the best way to get his support.
"Who?"
"There
are these people—they live around here.
They were all really poor, and we never saw much of them, except when they came
into town to work sometimes. People used to tell stories about them all the
time, about how they were all freaks, and deformed—things like that. The older kids used to tell the younger kids that
they would come in and eat children."
Mac nodded,
urging him with her eyes to go on. She'd heard stories about people like that
before, when she was growing up. Stories like the ones about strange old women
down the street rumored to be witches. Typical kid stuff. But apparently
Twister thought there was more to what was said about these people than just
rumors. "You think they might be mutants?" Mac asked.
"Yeah.
Once, before my own powers manifested, some friends and I went out there late
at night, on a dare," Twister said. "There were these people,
completely unlike anything I'd ever seen. I remember one who was floating just
about the ground and glowing in the dark. My friends and I…we thought it was a ghost. We ran outta there as quickly as
possible, and I never went back. Now, having experience with mutants—being a mutant—I wonder if maybe
those people were mutants in hiding, afraid of what would happen if they tried
to go out and lead normal lives. A lot of the advancements in rights for
mutantkind haven't exactly made it out here yet."
"Did
they ever cause any trouble before?" Mac asked. "Ever attack anyone
or anything like that? Do anything that would lead you to believe that they
would ever band together under someone claiming to be Magneto returned?"
"No, not
at the time," Twister replied. "But I can see where they would.
Living in poverty because you're ostracized by humanity, having to spend your
whole life considered a freak, it has to get to you after a while. I was lucky,
finding the X-Men, finding a place where I could relax, where I could belong.
These people never had that. It would make perfect sense for them to fall to
the leadership of someone like Magneto if he was offering them something better—even if the ways to achieve it were violent."
"I
agree," Mac said. "All right, we'll definitely have to check on that.
Could you show us where these people are a little later, once we've scouted out
the town and kind of gotten a feel for the situation?"
"Yeah, I
can show you."
"You're
with us then. Okay, go get ready, and tell Rachel and Warren they're coming
too. We leave in twenty."
*** *** ***
"So this
is Wills Point?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah,
this is it," Twister replied.
"Quaint.
According to the sign it's the Bluebird Capital of Texas…"
"Don't sugar-coat
it Ray," Twister told her with a grimace. "Although, actually my
family lived outside of town. For us, this was a bustling metropolis."
The other
X-Men surveyed what they could see of the town from where they stood. It was
far from a rundown backwater, but it was nowhere near a large city either.
"This is East Texas, folks," Mac said after a moment. "Small and
proud of it. Come on, we have a job to do."
Rebecca,
Twister, Warren, Rachel, and Vicky followed Mac further into town. Rebecca
could see Twister growing more tense with each step they took. She reached out
and wrapped her arm around his. "Hey."
"Hey."
"You
said your family lived outside of town?" Rebecca asked.
"Yeah,"
Twister replied.
"Then
maybe they will not even be here now."
Twister frowned.
"My luck doesn't work that way."
"Alex!"
Twister
froze. "What is wrong?" Rebecca asked.
"Alex!"
A blonde girl who appeared to be about twelve or thirteen ran up to them.
"Alex, is that you?"
Rebecca
couldn't tell if Twister was smiling or grimacing. "Hey, Kimmy."
"Why are
you here?" Kimmy asked. "I thought Mama and Daddy threw you out. Are
you coming back for good?"
"No,"
Twister said, his voice obviously pained. "They did throw me out. I'm here
for…other reasons."
The girl's
face fell. "Oh. I…I wish you were coming
back. I miss you."
"I miss
you, too."
Mac, Warren,
Vicky, and Rachel stopped a few feet ahead of Twister and Rebecca and watched.
"His name's Alex?" Vicky asked.
Warren
shrugged. "I guess. Heck, he lived with my family for a while when he first
came to Westchester, and I never knew his real name."
"Rebecca
doesn't even know. Or at least she didn't," Rachel said. "He wouldn't
tell her."
"Guess
his secret's out now," Vicky said. "Although if you ask me, Alex is a
much better name than Twister anyway."
Twister
gently pulled on Rebecca's hand, signaling for her to stand beside him.
"Kimmy, this is my girlfriend, Rebecca. Rebecca, this is my little sister,
Kimberly."
"Hi!"
Kimmy said cheerfully. "You're a lot prettier than the last girl my
brother was with. She was crazy."
Rebecca
laughed a little. "It's nice to meet you, Kimmy."
Kimberly
turned back to her brother. "So why are you here?"
Twister
looked around nervously. "Is there somewhere else we can talk? I don't
want anyone seeing me here."
"You
mean Dad, Buck, and Jeff, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"No
one's gone to that shed out by the creek in a while. It should be empty,"
Kimmy said.
"The one
we used to play in as kids?"
"Yeah."
"Meet us
there in thirty minutes then, okay, Kim? Can you do that?"
"For
you, big brother, I can do anything. I'll be there, I promise."
"And
don't let anyone else know I'm here."
"I
won't."
There was an
awkward silence between the two of them for a moment. Suddenly, Kimmy all but
threw herself on her brother, hugging him fiercely and crying against his
chest. "I missed you so much, Alex. You were the only one—the only one who understood."
Twister let
go of Rebecca's hand and hugged Kimberly back. "I know. I've missed you,
too."
Kimmy pulled
away after a minute and wiped her eyes. "I'll meet you at the shed."
With that, she ran off.
"Alex?"
Rebecca said softly.
Twister
didn't look at her, staring at the place where his sister had last been
instead. "Yeah. My name's Alexander Wood. Alex. Now you know."
Rebecca put her
hand against his cheek, guiding his face so he'd have to look her in the eyes.
"It is all right. I love you, Twister. I love you."
He sighed,
sounding almost defeated. "Leaving Kimmy was the hardest part in all this.
Both our parents are drunks. My father…he's done so many
awful things to her, and I'm sure he still is. I always tried to protect her,
keep her safe. But now that I'm gone, I can't. I let her down, Rebecca."
"No, you
did not. You did not have a choice—you were cast out, and
you had no way of knowing what would happen to you once you left. You did what
you were forced to do. I am sure Kimberly understands that."
"I still
feel guilty. I should've been able to protect her from Dad. I should've…"
Rebecca put
her finger to his lips. "No. You could not. Do not tell yourself that. Now
come on, we need to rejoin the others.
Twister
nodded and followed her, but his guilt was still strong.
*** *** ***
Logan felt
trapped waiting on the Blackbird. She wished she'd been able to go with the
others—anything had to be better than being cooped up
the way she was. She figured the only plus was that Vicky wasn't there to
torment her.
She looked
over and caught sight of Yana and Ric. The Russian girl was sitting in his lap,
and they were talking quietly and laughing. Although they hadn't made anything
official, it was obvious something was going on between them and it hurt Logan
to no end. Even though she had moved on, it was too painful knowing that Ric
had, too. Especially with Illyana. Something about the girl just rubbed Logan
the wrong way.
"Beloved,
is something wrong?"
Logan tore
her eyes off Ric at the sound of Tristan's voice. "I'm fine," she
lied. "I just don't like being stuck in here."
"It will
only be for a short while," Tristan said. "The others will be back
soon."
Logan saw Ric
and Yana from the corner of her eye. She was still in his lap, and now he had
one hand on the small of her back and the other brushing her hair from her
eyes. "I need some fresh air."
"Do you
want me to come with you?"
"No."
Logan walked off the Blackbird, letting the door shut between the two of them.
"Hey."
Logan turned
sharply. "Craig?"
"Yeah.
Hi."
"What
are you doing out here?" she asked him.
"It was
too cramped in there," he said. "You?"
"Same."
Craig patted
the grass beside where he was sitting. "Have a seat."
Addie sat
without hesitation. She picked a blade of grass and started playing with it.
"Sometimes it surprises me how alike we are," she said after a
moment.
"I know.
Me, too. It's the little things. The things you don't really notice until you
see someone else has them, too," Craig replied. He frowned. "So what
really drove you out here?"
"Huh? I
told you—too cramped."
"Yeah,
but it was too cramped because something's on your mind."
"You
tell me what's on your mind first," Logan said.
"Briana
sent me an invitation to her wedding," Craig said. "She's supposed to
get married next week."
"Wow,"
Logan said. "I'm sorry…"
"It's
all right," Craig said. "I let her go, after all. Just getting that in
the mail, it stirred up a lot of emotions I thought I'd gotten rid off."
"I can't
believe she actually sent you the invitation to her wedding. I mean, what did
she think you were going to do, take a trip across the Atlantic Ocean just so
you could see your ex marry someone else?"
"I think
she just wanted to take the opportunity to rub my face in it. I get the feeling
she's spiteful," Craig said.
"What a
bitch. I'm sorry, Craig. I really am."
"It's
all right. I'm…dealing with it. So what's your problem? And
why aren't you pouring your heart out to your boyfriend—or is he what's causing it?" Craig frowned, suddenly getting
an air of protectiveness.
"No,
it's not Tristan. It's just not something I can talk to him about,
either."
"Can you
talk to your big brother about it then?"
Addie
chuckled a little. "I guess. Might as well say something to someone. It's
not really a big deal, it's just that Ric and Illyana were being all flirty and
I was…"
"Jealous?"
Logan
frowned. "I don't know if jealous is really the right word. It just hurts,
seeing them, you know?"
"Yeah, I
know," Craig said. "I can't imagine what it would be like if I had to
be around Briana and Howard." He said the other man's name with
unconcealed disgust.
"I love
Tristan," Addie said. "I'm happy with Tristan. I just don't
understand why thinking about Ric still hurts so much."
"Because
you loved him and he left you," Craig said. "Even if you've moved on
now, you didn't get to call the shots when it came to ending it. You weren't
ready to let go, and a part of you is still in love with him. Probably always
will be in a way."
"Thanks.
I feel better now," Logan said sarcastically.
Craig wrapped
his arm around her shoulder, comforting her. "I didn't mean that you're
always going to carry a desperate longing for Ric, Addie. I just mean that
you're always going to have feelings for him on some level, and being around
him and watching him with other women is going to be a painful thing."
"Sometimes
I just wonder, what things could've been like, If we could've touched."
"You
wouldn't be with me."
Logan felt
her stomach drop. She slowly stood up and turned around. "Tristan? I
didn't hear you come out here."
"Apparently."
"I'm
going to go back in the Blackbird now," Craig said, quickly removing
himself from the situation.
"You're
still in love with Ric."
"No!"
Logan exclaimed.
"I just
heard you say you are."
"I
didn't mean it like that, Tristan!" Addie said. "I'm happy with
you."
"But
you'd rather be with Ric." His expression was cold, emotionless.
"No!
Look, I was just talking to Craig, okay, just saying things. I didn't mean for
you to hear any of that."
"Because
you don't want me to know the truth?"
"No,
because it isn't important. I still have some feelings for Ric. I'm not going
to lie to you and tell you I don't. That wouldn't be fair to you. But I don't
exactly yearn to be with him, either. We broke up. I'm with you now. That's the
way things are, and I'm happy. Sure, I'm going to wonder what it would've been
like if Ric and I had been able to work things out, but that doesn't mean I'd
rather be with him than you."
"I don't
see any other way I could interpret that, Logan."
"Does
that mean you can look me in the eye and tell me you don't wonder the same
thing about you and Maritheza?"
A flash of pain
went across Tristan's face. "That's different."
"How?"
"Mari is
dead."
"I
didn't want to lose Ric anymore than you wanted to lose her," Addie said.
"And it wasn't that long ago that we broke up, Tristan, and it still
hurts. I feel a pang when I watch how casually he's flirting with Illyana. I'm
sorry. I wish it wasn't that way, but it is."
Tristan moved
closer, and Addie felt herself trembling. Something about his presence was
overpowering. "I need you to be mine completely, Logan," he said, his
voice deep, husky—commanding.
Addie nodded,
not sure if she could even muster the power to speak. He leaned down,
kissing her hard, and Addie slumped against his chest, whimpering. He
wrapped his arm around her waist, steadying her and pulling her closer to him.
"I love you, Addie."
"I love
you, too," Addie said softly. "I want to be with you, only you."
"Forget
about him, Logan. You're mine now."
Addie just
nodded, although something in her rebelled against the possessive nature of his
words. "I've given up on Ric," she said softly.
Tristan held
on to her tightly, kissing the top of her head, not saying anything.
*** *** ***
"You used to come out here as a child?" Rebecca asked, surveying the place Twister had brought them.
"Yeah,"
Twister replied. "Kimmy and I used to come out here a lot. Sometimes we'd
spend all night in that shed over there. It got us away. It got Kimmy
away."
Suddenly,
Rachel screamed, cutting through the silence that followed Twister's statement.
Twister and Rebecca turned around to see a large cat reminiscent of a panther
standing in front of Rachel. The cat looked at Twister. He stared at it for a
moment before blinking in surprise. "Kimmy?"
The cat began
to shimmer, and then transformed into the blonde girl, crouching on all fours.
Kimmy stood up. "How did you recognize me?" she asked.
"I don't
know," Twister said. "I...I just did." He paused for a moment
before adding, "You're a mutant, too."
Kimmy nodded.
"I've known for about six months now. I've been hiding it from Mom and
Dad. It's been hard. I...I keep thinking how easy it would be for me to just
change into my cat form and rip him to shreds."
Twister
forced himself not to show the surprise he felt at hearing his little sister
talk so violently. Even after all their father had put her through, she'd never
spoken about wanting to kill him. "You don't have to live here
anymore," Twister said. "I know a place where you can go."
"I
can't," Kimmy said, shaking her head. "A few months ago I would have,
but not now. Now I have to stay."
"Why?"
Twister asked. "I don't want you to stay here and keeping letting that man
abuse you!"
Kimmy's one
word answer left them all stunned.
"Magneto."
*** *** ***
Logan had
been pacing back and forth in the confined space of the Blackbird for close to
twenty minutes. "Think you could sit still for at least five seconds,
Wildcat?" Ric asked. "You're giving me a headache."
Logan didn't
sit still, but she did stop pacing long enough to give him an obscene gesture.
Ric just laughed coldly and responded in kind.
Kris turned
to Marie and whispered, "Am I wrong in thinking that your brother and
Logan have a history?"
"Oh they
have a history all right," Marie said. "They were in love once."
She frowned. "I'm not sure how Logan feels now, seeing as she's with Tristan
and all, but I'm almost positive Ric still loves her. You might want to warn
your sister about that. They seem to be getting, um, close."
Kris
dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand. "My sister's love life is
not my concern. If she wants to share a man's bed, she does—despite who may have slept there before her."
Marie gave
him a puzzled look, his description of Illyana not fitting how Marie herself
pictured the Russian girl.
"My
sister's no saint," Kris said, noticing Marie's expression. "She's
not any better than what she makes me out to be—all though I can
assure you at least half of what she says about me is a lie."
"You
seem like a nice enough guy to me, Kristof," Marie said.
Kris smiled.
"Come outside with me, Marie. I want to be able to talk to you without an
audience."
Marie got up
and followed Kris off the plane. Ric watched them go. "Should I trust your
brother with my little sister?" he asked Yana.
"No."
From the
moment he noticed Kris making eyes at Marie, Ric had been uneasy. She was still
too much of a little girl from someone like that. He wanted to go out there and
keep her protected, but he knew she'd only resent him for it. Marie may have
been only fifteen, but she wasn't about to admit that she was anything except
capable of taking care of herself.
Illyana
leaned in closer to Ric, putting her mouth right against his ear. "I'm not
safe to be around either," she purred, "But somehow I think you're a
big enough boy to handle it."
Ric smiled
slowly, forgetting all about Marie and Kris.
*** *** ***
"Did I
hear you correctly?" Warren asked. "Did you just say Magneto?"
"Yes,"
Kimmy replied.
The five
X-Men and Mac Fury exchanged glances. Apparently, they'd found something at
least close to what they'd been looking for. "Kimberly," Rebecca
said, "Magneto has been dead for several years. The one you speak of
cannot possibly be him."
"It
is!" Kimmy exclaimed. "A man as great as that can't possibly stay
dead! He's come back in order to free mutantkind! We've been oppressed for too
long. Even now we do not have true liberty!
"How
does Magneto promise to bring you this liberty, Kimmy?" Twister asked.
She glanced
around, as if making sure no one else was around. "By winning the war
between mutants and humans—the war that should've
been fought years ago. Alex, they can say all they want about wanting to get
along with mutants, but they don't mean it! They hate us—they're just looking for the chance to kill us off once and for
all!"
"And by
'they,' you mean humans, right?" Mac asked.
"Yes."
"Kimberly,"
Mac began, "I know living around here may make it seem impossible to
believe that all humans don't hate mutants, but trust me, they don't. Lots of
humans believe that they can live along side mutants. Whatever this 'Magneto'
is telling you, it isn't the truth."
Kimmy stared
blankly at Mac for a moment before turning back towards Twister, her eyes
flashing with accusation. "She's one of them, isn't she?!" she
yelled. "She's a human!"
"Kimberly,
calm down," Twister said.
Kimmy turned
back to Mac. "You are! I know you are! Don't even try to deny it!"
"I
wouldn't," Mac said, keeping her voice calm and steady. "I am human—but I'm not going to try to hurt you."
Kimmy ignored
the last part of what Mac Fury said. The girl lunged forward, transforming into
a cat in midair. Moments before she reached Mac, Kimmy fell to the ground,
changing form back into a young girl as she did. Twister ran to his sister,
picking her up, and seeing that she was unconscious. He panicked for a moment,
before noticing the steady rise and fall of her chest, indicating that she was
still breathing.
"What
happened to her?" Twister asked.
"She'll
be fine as soon as she wakes up," Rachel said. "I'm sorry Twister. I
just couldn't stand there and do nothing while she attacked Mackenzie."
"It's
all right," Twister said, standing with his sister still in his arms.
"I'm glad you did something."
"Me,
too," Mac said. "Thanks."
Rebecca put
her hand on Twister's shoulder. "Let us get Kimberly back to the
Blackbird. She can rest there, and maybe when she wakes up, we can get some
answers."
*** *** ***
"What
did you want to talk about?" Marie asked Kris once they were outside the
Blackbird.
Kris moved
close to her, staring down into her eyes. "How beautiful you are."
Marie
blushed. "I'm afraid that wouldn't be a very long conversation."
Kris pushed a
strand of Marie's hair behind her ears. "Don't you realize you're
gorgeous?"
Marie looked
down. "I've never really thought of myself that way." There was a
brief silence before she added, "Guys never seemed to notice me."
Kris gently
took hold of Marie's chin so he could meet her eyes. "I certainly noticed,
Marie," he said huskily.
Marie's legs
felt so weak that she wondered if the only think holding her up was Kris's hand
on her face. "You...you did?"
"I want
you, Marie," he said. "I want you to be my girlfriend." Kris
leaned down to kiss her, then suddenly pulled away. She was about to ask him
what was wrong when she saw the "scouting group" plus one addition
coming towards the Blackbird.
"What
happened?" Marie asked Rebecca. "And who is that Twister's
carrying?"
"I will
explain it all in a moment," Rebecca replied. "Come on the Blackbird
with us."
Kris and
Marie followed the others onboard the plane.
*** *** ***
"So let
me get this straight. Twister's a native of Wills Point, and he has a sister
who just happens to be a follower of the guy we were sent here to find?"
Rebecca
nodded. "That is pretty much the story, Billy."
"Well
isn't that all very convenient," Marie muttered under her breath. Ric
elbowed her, and she glared at him.
"When
Kimberly wakes up, I believe we should attempt to find out all we can about
this so-called 'Magneto,'" Rebecca said.
"I'll
talk to her," Twister said. "She trusts me—or at least she used to."
"That
would probably be for the best," Rebecca said.
"So does
anyone actually have any sort of plan to follow?" Vicky asked. The X-Men
stared at her blankly. "Riiight."
"Alex?"
Twister
jumped at the soft sound of his sister's voice. "Kimmy's awake," he
said. "I'm going to go talk to her."
"Alex?"
Kacie asked as soon as Twister left.
"It is
his name," Rebecca said. "Although I get the feeling he would rather
we continue to call him Twister."
"It must
be hard for him, coming here," Billy said. "The few times he talked
about his home he never described it as a happy place."
"It is
hard on him," Rebecca said. "It reminds him of how much he feels like
he does not belong."
"He
belongs on the X-Men," Rachel said.
Rebecca
looked through to where Twister was kneeling by his sister's bedside. "Sometimes
I am not sure how certain of that he is."
*** *** ***
"Um,
Nate, has the mansion ever been this quiet?"
Cable paused
for a moment and realized he heard absolutely nothing. "No."
Angela closed
her eyes and tried to locate someone in the mansion telepathically. She opened
them again. "No one is here."
"It's
nine A.M. on a Saturday, and they're teenagers," Nate said. "They've
got to still be here. Most of them shouldn't even be awake yet."
Angela tried
again, and then shook her head. "No one."
It was then
that Nate noticed a note stuck to the door. He pulled it off and read it.
"Gone to Texas with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to fight 'Magneto.' Be back soon.
X-Men."
"What?!"
Angela exclaimed. "Let me see that."
Nathan handed
her the note so she could read it herself. "We leave them for a month and
look what happens!"
"We need
to try to find them," Cable said. "At least make sure they haven't
gotten themselves into trouble."
"Nate,
my love, do you know these kids? Of course they've gotten themselves into trouble!
It is what they do best, after all."
Nathan swore
under his breath. "Do you think they took the Blackbird?" he asked.
"If they did, I could, just try to contact them on it."
"It's
worth a shot," Angie said. "Come on, let's see if the hangar's
empty."
Nathan and
Angela were just about to walk off, when they heard a knock at the door. Cable
opened it to the last person he expected to see.
Victor Creed
snarled at Cable. "Where the fuck's my daughter?"
*** *** ***
"Alex?"
Twister sat
down beside the small cot where his sister was lying. "I'm right here,
Kimmy."
"Where
am I?"
"The
Blackbird. It's...an airplane."
"Airplane?
Are we moving?"
"No."
Kimmy sat up,
holding her head. "I feel dizzy."
"It'll
pass in a minute."
"Alex,
what are you doing with a human?" Kimmy asked. "You don't trust her,
do you?"
"Agent
Fury? Of course I trust her. She's a friend, Kimmy."
"Humans
can't be our friends. They only want to harm us. They're afraid of us, and they
want us all to die."
"Mackenzie
Fury isn't going to hurt me, you, or any other mutant. She doesn't hate
us."
"Magneto
says all humans hate all mutants."
Twister
reached down and stroked his sister's face. "Magneto is wrong. You have to
trust me here, Kimberly. War between humans and mutants is not the answer. So
much progress has been made already without war, and continued peace is the
only way to make that progress go any further."
"I don't
know, Alex. What Magneto says about fighting back against humans and their
oppression—it seems to make so much sense."
"But it
isn't the best way." Twister took a deep breath, then asked, "Have
you ever heard of the X-Men?"
Kimmy looked
at her brother with wide, shocked eyes. "Magneto says the X-Men are just
as much our enemy as humankind. He says they turned their backs on their fellow
mutants."
"That's
not the truth."
"How can
you be so sure about what's truth and what's not?"
"Because
I'm an X-Man."
Kimmy gaped
for a moment before setting her jaw tightly and narrowing her eyes. "Then
you're the enemy."
"How can
you say that?" Twister asked in outrage. "You're going to believe
some delusional demagogue over your own brother?"
"He came
back from the dead to save us, Alex! How can I not put my faith into
that?!"
Twister found
that incredibly hard to swallow. Who did that guy think he was, the Mutant
Messiah? "Kim, I can assure you that Magneto has not risen from the dead.
I've seen the man's grave, and trust me, unless he took the time to replant the
grass, no one's climbed out of it recently."
"Maybe
he was never in there to begin with."
"I don't
think so, kiddo."
Kimmy started
to cry. "But he has to be Magneto! He has to save us! I can't be a mutant
if it means being hated!"
Twister sat
beside his sister and pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort her.
"It's all right," he said. "It's going to be all right. Being a
mutant doesn't necessarily mean being hated. But people like whoever this is
claiming to be Magneto don't make things any easier on us. Threatening war on
humanity is a good way to convince humans that we are something to be
hated and feared."
"I...I
need to think, Alex," Kimmy said. "Can I have a couple of minutes
alone?"
"Yeah."
Twister kissed her on the top of her head before getting up. "Holler if
you need me."
"I
will."
As soon as
Twister was gone, Kimberly broke down and sobbed.
*** *** ***
"I don't
know what you're talking about," Cable said. In all honesty, he wasn't
even sure who he was talking to. The man looked like Sabretooth, but
Cable knew Victor Creed had been killed over a year before. How could
that man possibly be him?
"I have
a daughter. Victoria Creed. Sorta tall, blonde, green eyes—y'know, basically me if I was a woman. She was in boarding school
down in Olympia, but apparently she left without tellin' her old man. So, I got
to lookin' for her, and well, my sources said that she'd gone and enrolled
herself at Xavier's Mutant High. When I found that out, I started thinkin'
where could my little girl be stayin' if she's goin' to school in Westchester,
New York, and then suddenly I remembered the nice little set-up you people got
goin' on here. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized Vicky's
probably tryin' to hide from me, seein' as she got herself kicked out of the
nice school I spent all that money to send her to, and what better place to go
than the one place Daddy' ain't gonna want to come look? So the question
remains, boyo—where's my kid?"
Cable blinked
a few times, trying to take in all the information that had just been thrown at
him. "I honestly don't know," he said. "I've been away from the
mansion for the past month, and when I got back, the X-Men were gone. If your
daughter was here, she most likely left with them."
Normally,
Victor would've knocked the guy around a bit, even though his heightened senses
told him he wasn't being lied to. This time, however, he was too worried about
his daughter to care about much else. "Do you know where the X-Men
are?"
"I can't
tell you that."
"Look, I'm
not here to hurt them. I'm not into terrorizin' superheroes anymore. I just
want my daughter back."
Angela
stepped in, moving Cable out of the doorway. "Mr. Creed, why don't you
come in and have a seat?" She tried to push back all the hatred that seeing
his face stirred in her. She was, after all, fully aware of what Sabretooth had
done to Psylocke, her mother. "I need to speak to Nathan alone for a
moment, and then we can see to helping you find your daughter."
Victor nodded
and followed Angela into the house. "Have a seat," she said,
gesturing to a chair that appeared large until Victor's frame filled it.
"Nate, come with me to the kitchen, please."
"Hey,
wings," Creed called out as Angela and Nathan started to walk away.
Angela turned
around, still forcing a slight smile. "Yes?"
"You the
Braddock woman's kid?"
"Yes.
Why?"
Victor gave
her a grin that made her stomach turn. "Just wonderin'. Ya look exactly
like her, frail."
Angela
couldn't suppress her shudder as she turned around and walked with Nathan to
the kitchen.
*** *** ***
"This is
not possible," Nathan said as soon as he and Angela were in the kitchen.
"There is no way that man can be Victor Creed. Sabretooth is dead!"
"Technically,
half the people we know are dead, Nathan. Our lives are like a soap opera.
Death is never final."
Nate sighed.
"I know. And from the little information I picked up from the small mind
scan I attempted, he doesn't appear to be lying—about his identity, or
his concern for his daughter."
"I
picked up the same thing," Angie said. "The question is, what's
really going on here? We both know Adanya killed Sabretooth—or so we thought—yet here he is asking
about a daughter no one even knew he had."
Cable
frowned, thinking for a moment. "It looked like we're going to have to accept
the possibility that whoever Addie killed wasn't Sabretooth—although who it really was is a mystery to me. It makes more sense
that it wasn't him if you think about it. I mean, for several years no one
heard anything out of Creed, save for the two times he kidnapped Addie to get
to Wolverine. Then, out of the blue, he reforms the Brotherhood and attacks
random people in abandoned warehouses in New York, taking humans hostage, and
generally making a nuisance of himself. The pieces don't fit there, Angie. It
would've made much more sense for him to just stay in Seattle with Victoria and
never come here to build up the New Brotherhood."
Angela looked
at Nathan quizzically for a moment. "You're sound as if you knew about his
daughter before hand."
Nathan paused.
"I did."
"How?"
"You
can't repeat this to anyone, Angela. It's one of the darker secrets of the
X-Men, and I promised my father I'd take it to my grave."
"I won't
tell, Nathan."
"I know
because, well, Victoria's mother is Jean Grey."
Angela
started at him blankly. "What? Could you repeat that, because I could've
sworn I just heard you say Jean Grey and Victor Creed have a child
together."
"I
did."
"How can
that be?"
Nathan took a
few deep breaths. "About nineteen or so years ago, right around the time
Rachel was born, Jean started to, well, suffer from a mental breakdown. The
stress of her telepathy got to her, and, for lack of a better term, she lost
it. Her behavior was so erratic, so senseless, that she actually drove Scott
away. Somehow during that time, she managed to have a short affair with Creed
that resulted in a pregnancy.
"She
wanted to get rid of the baby, but Scott wouldn't let her. He insisted that
they raise the child as their own. They lived in Alaska for a while—basically cut off from the other X-Men—raising both Rachel and Victor's baby. This went on for about
three months, with Jean hating the child the whole time. Scott said that one
day he woke up to find both Jean and the baby gone. When Jean got back, she
said that she'd taken the child where it belonged, which, looking back now,
must've meant she took her to Victor."
Angela was in
shock. "I think...I think I remember them being gone for a while, when I
was a little girl. No one talked about them, and I thought it strange even at the
time. But Jean's okay now, isn't she?"
"Yeah.
Scott sent her to Zander Hayes—a world-renowned
mutant psychiatrist. Dr. Hayes helped Jean get back in touch with reality, and
to deal with her powers in a way that would keep her from loosing her mind again."
Angela pulled
out a chair from the table and sat down. "I can't believe this..."
"I
know," Nate said, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands. "But
Jean wasn't herself then. If she had been, she never would've done any of
that."
"I
know." Angela sighed. "So apparently, Victoria Creed has been here—or at least her father thinks she was. What now?"
"I'm
going in there to talk to Creed. I want you to leave the mansion, though. I
don't want you to be in the same house as that madman."
"No,"
Angela said, shaking her head. "I'm not leaving you with him. Besides, I
didn't really sense any violent hostility from him."
"With
Creed, that can change at any moment," Cable said. "You of all people
should know what he's capable of. Just think about what he did to your
mother."
Angela
winced. "Believe me, Nathan, I have been. But that doesn't change my mind.
We're both going in there."
"Angela..."
"You're
not stopping me, Nate."
"You're
the most stubborn woman I know."
"And you
love me for it."
"Sometimes."
Angela stood
up, bringing him up with her. She stood on tiptoe, kissing his cheek.
"C'mon, big boy, let's go talk to the homicidal maniac in the living
room."
*** *** ***
Kimmy came
out a little while later, her eyes puffy from crying. "I'll tell you where
he is," she said.
"Magneto?"
Rebecca asked.
"Yeah."
"You are
doing the right thing," Rebecca told her.
Kimmy wasn't
sure if she agreed with that or not, but she kept on reminding herself that
blood was thicker than water. If she had to betray someone, it should be
Magneto and not her brother. "There's...there's something I haven't told
you," Kimmy said. "Magneto's holding a rally in Tyler in three days.
His plan is to entice the humans there to riot so mutants can move towards more
violent action, while claiming self-defense."
"We
can't let that happen," Rachel said.
"And we
will not." Rebecca crouched down so she was eye level with Kimmy.
"Thank you for speaking up. Hopefully, you have saved many lives."
Kimmy nodded,
then looked away.
*** *** ***
"So have
you decided what you're gonna do with me yet?" Victor asked with a cruel
smile as Angela and Nathan came back out from the kitchen.
"We're
not sure where your daughter is," Cable said. "Like I told you,
Angela and I have been gone for a month now, and somewhere during that time the
X-Men—and presumably Victoria—left."
"And
they wouldn't be in Texas by any chance, would they?" Sabretooth grinned
at Angie and Nathan's surprised looks. He held up his hand, a small piece of
paper dangling on the end of his index talon. "You dropped this."
"We're
going to try to contact the X-Men," Cable said. "If Victoria is with
them, we'll let you know."
Creed moved
so quickly that Nathan and Angela barely had time to even register it. He grabbed
Angie, digging the tips of his claws into her throat. "You let me be with
you every step of the way, or I make what I did to her mama look like a flesh
wound."
Nathan
contemplated trying to take Victor out right then and there, but he wasn't sure
how successful he'd be with Creed's healing factor and reflexes, and he didn't
want to take any chances when it came to Angela's life. "Fine. Whatever
you want. Just let her go."
Victor threw
Angie into Nathan's arms. "Never thought I'd see the day when you of all
people turned into such a softy over a frail, Summers."
Nathan glared
at Creed over Angela's head. "Come on, let's get this over with so you can
find your daughter and get the hell out of here."
Victor
grinned, making him look very much like the predator he was. "Sounds like
a plan t'me."
*** *** ***
Rebecca led a
scouting team comprised of herself, Rachel, Warren, and Vicky to the place
Kimmy had indicated as being Magneto's hideout. There, they found an area full
of old, rundown trailers, shabbily-built shacks, and an eclectic group of
mutants.
"Looks
like something off the X-Files," Vicky muttered. Rachel gave her a
look, obviously wanting her to be quiet. Vicky just glared right back.
The X-Men
looked on for a while, trying to observe all the could about Magneto's people.
"They're making weapons," Vicky said after a few moments.
"Where?"
Warren asked.
"Over
there," Vicky said, discreetly pointing. "Where those guys are
welding. They're repairing old guns."
"Do you
think they've actually been able to arm themselves successfully?" Rachel
asked.
Warren felt a
cold gun barrel up against the back of his neck. "I'd have to say so,
Ray."
"All of
you turn around and put your hands on your heads."
If it hadn't
been for the fact that the men were holding guns, Vicky probably would have
started laughing. They were a ragtag group of mutants, all wearing old jeans
and white T-shirts with the words "Magneto Is Neato" written on them
in black permanent marker. "And I thought life with Dad was
absurd," Vicky thought. "This brings absurdity to a whole new
level."
"They're
mutants, I think," one of the armed men said. "Look at the one with
the white hair."
"And the
blonde girl's got fangs," someone else said. "Lookit the way she's
snarlin'."
Vicky raised
her eyebrows, offended that that man would have anything to say about her. One
glance at his and she was sure she could hear "Dueling Banjos" in the
background.
"You are
here to hurt our master," one of the men said. "Our Seer has said so.
We do not wish to harm our fellow mutants, but for you, we must make an
exception. Magneto cannot be allowed to die again."
One of the
men closed his eyes. "They are the X-Men. I can see it in my mind."
"As if
the huge X's on our uniforms don't give it away," Vicky mumbled under her
breath.
"They
are enemies of Magneto. Capture them!"
Magneto's
soldiers began shooting at the X-Men. Rachel tried to use her telekinesis to
grab their weapons, but she found she couldn't. "My powers won't
work!" she called out.
"Neither
will mine!" Rebecca said.
"Of
course they won't!" one of the men said. "My powers take yours
away!"
The X-Men
tried to fight, but it was next to impossible for them to fight the men while
unarmed and stripped of their powers. Suddenly, a bullet whizzed by, lodging
itself in Rebecca's shoulder. She cried out and fell to the ground.
Vicky saw
Rebecca go down. She surveyed the fighting and knew it was a losing battle. The
X-Men were overpowered and outnumbered. Vicky could tell even from there that
Rebecca's wound wasn't fatal, but she was losing blood, and without medical
attention it could become infected. Then things could get serious.
Vicky
calculated the risks and knew what she had to do. Granted, if someone was
blocking their powers, her healing factor wasn't working and a bullet wound
could kill her. But for how long could her powers be gone? If she went through
with the plan of action that was going through her mind she might take a bullet
or two, but if she could get away from the "Magneto Is Neato" crew,
wouldn't she be all right?
I didn't
matter. She had to get Rebecca out of there, and that was that. She didn't care
what the other X-Men thought of her, she wasn't about to let someone die when
there was a chance she could save them.
Vicky jumped up,
and ran towards Rebecca. A bullet hit her in the thigh, causing her to fall
forward, but she immediately got back up, telling herself pain was only a
temporary state. She worked her way to Rebecca and hefted her off the ground,
into her arms. "I'm getting you out of here," Vicky said.
"What
about the others?" Rebecca asked.
Vicky looked
behind her to see Magneto's men surrounding the remaining three X-Men. She
grimaced. "We're going to have to come back for them. You're losing a lot
of blood. I need to get you to safety—now."
Rebecca just
closed her eyes and nodded. She wanted to stay, wanted to fight, but knew she
couldn't. The pain was so bad and there was so much blood...
Vicky slipped
into the woods, using everything her father had taught her to stay hidden—to stay alive.
"Hey
Bruce," said one of the men holding Rachel, Warren, and Twister at
gunpoint. "Ain't there supposed to be two more girls? One with blonde hair
and one with white?"
The leader—Bruce—frowned. "Yeah.
Where did they go?"
"I think
they took off."
Bruce thought
hard for a minute. "Let them go. With the one woman bleeding the way she
was, they aren't going to get far."
Twister
wasn't sure if Bruce's statement made him feel calmer or even more uneasy. He's
seen Rebecca shot, had tried to get to her, but he hadn't been able to. If she
was really as hurt as Brice had said... But at least she'd gotten away, and,
presumably, Vicky was with her. Twister prayed to a god he'd long-since stopped
believing in that Victoria would get Rebecca to safety.
Twister felt
a gun barrel pressed against his back. "C'mon," a gruff voice barked.
"We're takin' y'all t'see Magneto."
The X-Men
went along, knowing that they had to surrender then, but as soon as an
opportunity to escape presented itself, they would take it.
*** *** ***
"So how
do ya plan to find my kid?" Victor growled at Nathan.
"I'm
going to make a call to the Blackbird. It isn't in the hangar, so presumably,
the X-Men took it. If anyone's on board, they should answer."
"Presumably?
Should? Where my daughter's concerned, I want more than that, Summers."
"It's
the best I can give."
Victor
snarled, but said nothing. Nate sat down to place the call.
*** *** ***
"Hey, is
that the sound the control panel supposed to make?" Kacie Drake
asked.
"It
means we're getting a call, hon." Billy swallowed. "From the
mansion."
"Uh-oh,"
Marie said. "We're in trouble."
"Maybe
if we ignore the beeping, it'll just go away," Kacie said.
The noise
only got louder. "Doesn't sound like it's going to," Marie said.
Logan clutched
her ears in pain. "Would somebody shut that damn thing up?"
Mac groaned,
then got up and slammed on the comlink. "Yeah?"
Cable's voice
came over from the other end of the line. "Hello?" He paused for a
second. "Who is this?"
"Mackenzie.
I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. Who is this?"
"Nathan
Summers. Why are you on the Blackbird? Are the X-Men there?"
Mac looked
up, the faces of her companions making it clear that none of them wanted to
talk to their pseudo-mentor. "They're...around?"
"Are any
of them able to talk?"
Mac saw
several of them shaking their heads vigorously. "No."
"Are
they all right?" Nathan asked, concern evident in his voice.
"As far
as I know."
"Can you
tell me what's going on?"
Mac paused.
"I can't say. This hasn't been cleared as a safe frequency, and this is
official S.H.I.E.L.D. business."
The X-Men
gave Mac a look of gratitude.
"I guess
they know I'm killing them all as soon as they get back."
"Oh, I'm
sure they're well aware of that."
The X-Men
looked a little pale.
"One
more thing," Cable said. "Is Victoria Creed there—or has she been there?"
Complete
silence on the Blackbird, even from Mac. "Can I interpret your lack or
response as a yes?" Cable asked.
"Why are
you asking?"
"Because
her father wants to speak with her."
Logan felt as
if something cold had reached into her and grabbed hold of her heart. Vicky's
father was Sabretooth—and Addie had killed
him. How could he be alive, let alone wanting to talk to his daughter? Cable
didn't exactly strike Logan as the kind of person who would hold a séance.
"Her
father?" Mac asked. "Isn't her father dead?"
"Apparently
not."
"Dead?"
Victor Creed's voice came in loud and clear over the speaker. "Who said
anything about me being dead?"
Logan
stumbled backwards, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms. She looked up
into Ric's eyes. He put his hand on her shoulder to keep her steady. She
welcomed the supportive gesture, missing the glare that Tristan was giving
them.
Mac was about
to reply when the door to the Blackbird flew open, and Vicky rushed in,
carrying Rebecca. "Oh my God, what happened?" Kacie exclaimed.
"Rebecca
got shot. We were ambushed."
"Get her
onto the bunk in there," Mac said. "I can take care of the
wound."
Vicky and Mac
went off with Rebecca. Cable's voice came back through over the speaker.
"What's going on over there?"
Billy
answered, figured that trying to avoid a confrontation with Cable was a moot
point then. "Vicky just brought Rebecca in here. They were supposed to be
on a scouting mission. Rebecca's been shot, and it looks like Warren, Rachel,
and Twister didn't make it back."
Victor Creed
spoke up again. "Where's Victoria?"
Vicky gently
moved Billy aside. "I'm right here."
Kacie pointed
to Vicky's leg. "Vicky, you're bleeding!"
"What?"
Sabretooth's voice gave away his panic. "Vicky, are you all right?"
"I'm
fine, Dad. I got shot, but I've healed already."
Sabretooth
sounded more distraught that any of the X-Men expected. "Vicky, I want you
to come back to Seattle."
"I
can't."
"What?"
"I'm
sorry, Dad, but I need to be here. There's some stuff going on that I can't
just walk away from."
"Victoria..."
"Please,
understand this. You taught me never to back down from anything."
"They're
the X-Men, Vicky. They're our enemies."
"No,
Dad, they're yours."
"Vicky..."
Vicky cut him
off again. "I can't talk about this right now. I'm covered in blood, I
have one teammate in need of medical attention, and three more I had to leave
behind. I don't have time for this discussion. We'll talk later."
"Victoria..."
Billy leaned
over and closed the communication. Vicky gave him a small smile. "Thank
you."
"What
happened?" Billy asked. "Where are the others?"
"We were
ambushed," Vicky explained. "Some of Magneto's people came out and
attacked us. They had guns, and one of them was somehow blocking our powers.
Rebecca got shot, and I knew I had to get her out of there, so I made a break
for it. When we left, the others were surrounded. I wanted to help them, but
with Rebecca I knew I couldn't. We...we need to go back for them."
"Do you
think Magneto's people could have killed them?" Kacie asked.
"I don't
know for certain, but I don't think so. Not yet, anyway," Vicky said.
"They were talking like they wanted to take them to Magneto, but after
that..."
Mac Fury
stepped back into the cockpit. "Rebecca's sedated. I was able to remove
the bullet and tend to the wound. Luckily, it didn't do any real damage."
She looked at Vicky. "You saved her life."
For a moment,
Vicky looked almost embarrassed. "It was the right thing to do."
"But
we're still grateful to you for doing it."
Vicky turned
in surprise at the sound of that particular voice. "Thank you,
Logan."
Logan nodded.
"You believe the others are still in danger."
"I'm
certain of it."
Logan looked
grim. "Then let's start working on a plan to save them."
*** *** ***
"Logan,
are you all right?"
"Leave
me alone, Ric. If we're going after the others tonight, I need to have some
time to center myself. I can't lead the team with my nerves frazzled like
this."
"Maybe you
should have someone else do it in your place then. I mean, I know you're the
one with the most experience leading the team now that Rebecca's down,
but..."
"If
you'd leave me alone until we need to go, I'd be fine," Logan snapped.
"You
can't push everything away like that Logan, pretend you can handle it yourself.
"I can
handle it myself!"
"It
helps to talk to someone."
Logan glared
at Ric as if she weren't at least a good foot shorter than him. "You're
one to talk. Have you opened up to anyone about what happened to you when you
became Renegade?"
"That's
different. No one could possibly understand what I've been going through with
that," Ric said.
"Your
mother certainly could," Logan said. "Besides, I don't think you're
exactly the first person I'd go to if I wanted to talk about my feelings on
Victor Creed."
"You
need to talk to someone. Let it out. I'm offering to be there for you,
Logan."
"Now you
are!" Logan shouted. "What about before, when I wanted you there?
What about when I was free to love you? Where were you then, Ric? Where were
you when my heart was breaking, when I was all alone? When you told me it was
over, that was one of the darkest points in my life, Ric. In a lot of ways it
was darker than even what happened with Weapon X or Sabretooth. Physical pain
goes away in time. What you did...it tore me up inside." Logan brushed a
tear away from her cheek. "I loved you more than someone my age should
even be able to love anyone. I trusted you, trusted you not to break me
the way everyone else had. I...I thought maybe if I could have someone there
for me, someone who wouldn't let me down..."
Logan started
pacing, hot tears streaming down her cheeks in earnest now. "I always
tried to be optimistic, to believe that things would be all right at some point.
I told myself that, even when I knew you were slipping away. I convinced myself
that you were my rock, that you loved me as much as I loved you. Dammit, Ric, I
was so naïve."
"You
weren't naïve," Ric said. "I loved you so much it scared me. I...I always
felt like I couldn't be all you needed me to be."
"I just
wanted someone beside me. Some who could be strong with me," Logan said.
"Do you
have that with Tristan?"
Logan let out
a pained sob and fell into Ric's arms. He pressed her against his chest, smoothing
her hair and promising her that somehow, everything would be all right.
Tristan was
careful not to let either one of them know he was there as he slipped back into
the Blackbird.
*** *** ***
Wildcat knew from the start that the rescue mission was going to be
difficult, and that it would rapidly turn into a fight. If what Vicky had
said was true, these people were going to know the X-Men were there—and possibly find a way to block their powers. Wildcat decided to
bring the whole team with her, aside from the still-injured Rebecca and Mac
Fury, who agreed to stay behind and look after her.
Wildcat
divided the X-Men into two groups, telling one to go after their captured
teammates while the others watched their backs. Once the team was whole again,
they could concentrate on stopping a war.
Vicky Creed—now dubbed "Slayer"—was heading up the
rescue side of the mission. She'd asked Logan if she could, seeing the guilt of
their capture resting on her shoulders. She'd been the one to leave them behind—it was her duty to get them back. Logan tried to assure Vicky that
she'd done what she had to do, but agreed to let her take the mission.
Logan knew
all too well the guilt brought about by leaving a teammate behind.
The X-Men
were about to leave when Logan heard someone call her name. She turned around.
"Let me
come, please? I know I'm not an X-Man, but I could help…"
Logan looked
at Kimmy, the girl's eyes pleading. "It isn't safe. You need to stay on
the Blackbird."
"But
Alex is my brother, and he's in trouble! Besides, I know these people. I was
one of them, remember? I can help!"
"I don't
know…I don't know if Twister would want you coming
with us like this."
"But
Logan, I have to! In a lot of ways, this is all my fault! I followed Magneto. I
have to make up for that!"
"This
isn't your fault, Kimmy. We'd be involved in this with or without you."
"I have
to come, Logan. I need to help rescue my brother."
Logan
frowned, thinking about how she'd feel in Kimberly's situation. "This is
going to be dangerous."
"I
know."
"Stick
by one of us at all times, all right?"
The girl's
face brightened. "I won't let you down. I promise."
Wildcat
nodded, then turned back to the rest of the team. "Let's go, X-Men. We
have work to do."
*** *** ***
"Could
you just be quiet, Warren?" Rachel snapped. "We're stuck in some
shack, tied to chairs, and the guard's cutting off our powers. Your whining is
not helping matters, rich boy."
"Leave
my money out of this! And I'm now whining."
"Hey,
think y'all could stop fighting for five seconds?" Twister asked. "I
think I hear something."
The three
captured X-Men grew completely still. After a moment, Vicky Creed walked in,
followed closely by Kacie, Billy, and Kimmy. Vicky extended her talons to cut
Warren and Twister loose. Finding her powers restored and figuring the guard
must be either gone or unconscious, Rachel telekinetically freed herself.
"Miss
us?" Vicky asked.
"Honestly,"
Rachel said, rubbing her wrists, "yes."
Kimmy ran to
Twister and threw her arms around him. Twister hugged her back for a moment
before moving away a little, his hand still firmly on Kimmy's shoulder. He
looked Vicky in the eyes. "Where's 'Becca?"
"She's
on the Blackbird," Vicky replied. "She was shot, but she's going to
be okay. Mackenzie knew what to do."
"Vicky
saved her life, getting her back to the 'Bird," Kacie said. "If she
hadn't gotten her there as quickly as she did, Rebecca would've lost too much
blood, and Mac wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. Not enough
blood on the plane for a decent transfusion on the plane."
Twister
looked back over at Vicky, meeting her gaze again. "Thank you, Victoria.
No matter what happens, I'll remember this."
Vicky just
nodded.
"I hate
to kill the moment, but we need to get out of here," Billy said. "The
others are outside, and from the sound of it, the fight's getting pretty bad.
If you guys are all in one piece, we need to go help them."
"We're
ready," Warren said. Twister and Rachel nodded their agreement.
Rachel walked
out and almost tripped over the guard lying in front of the door. "He's
not…dead…is he?" she
asked.
"Nah,"
Vicky said. "Although he's gonna wish he was when he wakes up with that
headache."
Rachel
figured that was good enough and stepped over the guard.
*** *** ***
Billy had
been right in his assessment of the sound of the battle. Although the X-Men
were fighting their best and were lucky enough not to have their powers
negated, things were looking pretty grim.
Slayer made
her way though the battle over to Wildcat. "The team's whole again,
boss," she said, kicking a small man who tried to lunge at her.
"Good,"
Logan said, ducking to avoid some sort of plasma blast. "We can use all
the help we can get right now."
Slayer and Wildcat
fought side by side, as if they'd been a team their whole lives. They didn't
have to say a word, but seemed to each know what the other one was thinking,
know how to move instinctively as two halves of a whole. As enemies, it
would've been quite a bloody battle. As teammates, it was like a well-rehearsed
dance.
The Dark
Angel watched Wildcat from the other side of the battlefield. He'd never really
seen her that way before, so entirely in her element. Even before, when they'd
fought the Dark One, it had been as if something was missing. But here, she was
completely in control, completely self-assured. She knew who she was and why
she was. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. And it tore him up inside.
Charger found
herself surrounded by a cluster of Magneto's men. She pulled out a playing
card, ready to charge it, when suddenly she heard a high-pitched wail inside of
her mind. She clutched her head in pain and fell to the ground. One of
Magneto's soldiers pulled a bone spike from his arm and prepared to stab
Charger with it. Before he could, a metal pole flew at him, knocking both him
and the person beside him to the ground. Renegade ran up and grabbed the next
man who came after Charger, punching him hard. "Don't fuck with my
sister," he said, his voice a menacing growl. The one man left standing
started to go after Renegade, but the look in Ric's red eyes made him think
better of it.
Renegade
helped Charger to her feet. "You okay, kid?"
"I
think," Charger said, rubbing her forehead. "I just…" She stopped and pointed up to the sky. "Ric, what's
that?"
Renegade
stared up to where his sister indicated. What appeared to be a man in a bubble
made of lightning floated down to the ground. "I'm gonna take a wild guess
and say that's the crack who thinks he's Magneto."
"You're
one to call people who think they're the Master of Magnetism. 'cracks,'"
Charger muttered. Renegade gave her a dirty look.
"Fine
thing to say to someone who just saved your life."
"Cease
and desist this petty warfare, mortals!" Magneto bellowed as he floated
down to the ground. "I have grown weary of this battle. Are we not all
mutants? Should we not join together to rid the world of the mere Homo
sapiens that make this planet perilous for our kind?"
"But
these are the X-Men, master!" someone shouted. "They think we're no
better than the flatscans."
"Silence!"
Magneto bellowed. "No one is to argue with me!"
Suddenly,
Charger realized why "Magneto" looked so familiar. "Ric,"
she whispered to her brother. "Look closely at the guy in the bubble."
Renegade
turned pale. "Mon Dieu! It's Zach!"
Charger
nodded. Zachary Tyson had one been one of their classmates, but had fallen prey
to Sabretooth's New Brotherhood after Creed forced Ric to permanently absorb
Zach in order to create "Magneto Reborn."
Renegade
started to walk off. "Where are you going?" Charger demanded.
Renegade
turned around and looked down at his sister. "I think it's safe to say I
know Zach better than anyone else here. I can stop him."
"Ric…"
"I'll be
fine, 'Rie."
Renegade
pushed his was though to Zach as Charger ran over to where the other X-Men had
clustered.
"Hey,
Magneto!" Renegade yelled as he got closer to Zach. "Remember
me?"
Zach's eyes
grew wide as he saw Renegade approaching. "Get away, soul-stealer!"
He screamed. "Get the hell away from me!"
A few of
Magneto's more loyal soldiers ran forward to protect their leader, but Renegade
hit them with a magnetic pulse strong enough to send them flying backwards. No
one else moved.
"What
the hell is he doing?" Wildcat hissed.
"He's trying
to talk to him," Charger said in defense of her brother. "In case you
people haven't noticed, that's Zach Tyson."
"Zach!"
Ice Queen said in a voice that managed to be a cross between a screech and a
whisper. "Oh my God!"
"I
thought he was dead…" Phoenix added.
"Who's
Zach Tyson?" Slayer asked.
"The guy
your dad made Ric absorb," Wildcat said. Slayer started to argue the
point, but settled on rolling her eyes instead.
"You
know you're not Magneto." Renegade continued, moving closer to Zach.
"You're just some kid on a power trip."
"I said
to stay away!" Zach took a metal spike from off of his belt and threw it.
Renegade stopped it in midair, making it crumple and fall to the ground.
"You
can't hurt me, Zachary. I can do anything you can—and I can do it
better."
"I'm
Magneto!" Zach yelled. "I'm Magneto! I'm the greatest mutant who ever
lived! I'm all-powerful! No one can stop me!"
"You're
just a scared little boy who no one ever loved," Renegade said, taking
another few steps closer. "You were just another possession of your
parents. Something they could show off. But then it turned out you weren't the
perfect son, and they hated you. They hated you for being a mutant. You were
supposed to impress, but you were nothing but a freak."
"No!"
Zach screamed, throwing his hands over his helmet, trying to cover his ears.
"You're lying! This is all a lie!"
"They
tried to send you away. But no one wanted to take a 'problem child.' So you had
to stay home and be reminded everyday of why your parents didn't love you. The
called you the 'gene joke.' The 'mutie.' No one knew what went on behind closed
doors, but you did. You were mommy and daddy's filthy little mutie."
"No!"
Zach fell to the ground, sobbing. "I'm a good boy!" he screamed.
"I'm good!"
Renegade turned
to face "Magneto's" followers. "This is who you put your faith
in? A sniveling child who can't even stand up for himself? You say you
want empowerment—supremacy for
mutants." He shook his head in disgust. "Maybe next time you go looking
for power, you should take a closer look at who it is offering it."
Renegade stepped away, a defeated Zachary Tyson still crying in a heap on the
ground.
Renegade went
straight to Wildcat. "You're the leader; you take it from here,
babe."
He walked
away, finding a place where he could be alone.
*** *** ***
The man who had been Magneto's second in command agreed to meet
with Wildcat. He had green skin, yellow hair, and his name was Mike. They sat
at a card table in an old shack, each one across from the other.
Wildcat sat up straight and looked Mike in the eye, wanting to
appear tall, in control. "My team can't allow you to go through with your
planned attack on Tyler."
Mike looked down, unable to face Wildcat's gaze. "How could
we? Magneto was our savior—our strength. Now thanks to you and your team,
we've realized our hope was…misplaced. We're nothing but a group of gullible
outcasts."
Logan had sympathy for him and the others, but she couldn't let
any weakness show. Not now. "I need to make sure your people won't be able
to hurt anyone once we're gone. You need to turn over your weapons."
Mike's jaw fell. "You can't be serious! How will we be able
to protect ourselves?"
"You and I both know you didn't get those weapons for
protection. Besides, you did a pretty good job of fighting us with just your
powers."
Mike's mouth closed in a grim line. "Magneto told us that the
X-Men were so dedicated to 'protecting' humans—the very people who want to kill
us and all our kind—that they forgot they were even mutants. He said they
thought they were better than us. I didn't really believe him about that,
didn't think any mutant could be that way. Well, now I've met the X-Men, and I
was wrong. You're exactly what he said you were."
"We haven't forgotten we're mutants. We just don't like to
see blood spilled—whether it possesses an X-factor or not. If a group of humans
was threatening to kill all the mutants in a city, we'd try to stop that,
too."
"Then why haven't you done it? A few years ago when a new
version of the Brotherhood of Mutants formed, and the hate groups were back in
full swing, where were you? Where were you when my best friend was tied to the
back of a car and drug until he died? Where were you when my girlfriend was
hanged because she was carrying the baby of a mutant—my baby? I'll tell
you where you were. You were fighting your fellow mutants."
"You don't understand," Logan said defensively.
"The members of the Brotherhood weren't trying to help all mutantkind—only
themselves. Starting a war, attacking humans, it doesn't help anything. We've
made so much headway already. Violence will only make them fear us—will only
set us back."
"Easy for you to say," Mike snapped, glaring. "You
look normal; you can pass. People can't walk down the street and know you're
different. The don't take one look at you and think 'mutie scum.' It's like
that for all you X-Men. You're all
freaking gorgeous. Like models. You can't even begin to imagine what it's like
to be us. I bet you've never even had anyone give you as much as a scratch
because of the glitch in your DNA."
Logan unsheathed her claws. "Looks can be deceiving, bub. You
think they coated these and every other bone in my body with metal 'cause they
thought I was some normal, human kid?"
Mike looked taken aback. "If…if you know how humans can hurt
us," he said after a moment, "then why are you so ready to protect
them? They hate us—why should we care about them?"
"Because hate is hate, no matter where it comes from. I do my best to help people, even when maybe they wouldn't do the same for me. You can't stop discrimination with more bigotry."
"You think being nice to people who want to kill you is going
to make them suddenly become our best friends? Out here in the real world, it
doesn't work that way. You show them weakness, and they rip your throat
out."
Logan stood up, putting her hands firmly on the table. "Look,
just hand over the weapons or I'll have S.H.I.E.LD. come and get 'em—their
way."
"This coming from a woman who only moments ago was spouting the
rhetoric or nonviolence."
Wildcat turned and stormed out.
*** *** ***
"So I guess you're leavin', huh?"
Twister looked over at his little sister, guilt already beginning
to gnaw at him. "You could come with me, Kim."
"No, Alex, I can't. My place is here." She gestured to
the dilapidated mess "Magneto" had made his mutant haven. "A lot
of changes are going to be made around here, and maybe if I stick around, I can
do some good." She stopped, looking down and absent-mindedly kicking a
pebble in front of her feet. "Y'know, what they're really gonna need
around here is a leader. With Mag, uh, Zach gone, a lot of people aren't gonna
know what to do. You could give them direction, Alex."
"Kimmy…my place is with the X-Men."
"Your home is here!"
"Kim, I…"
Kimmy sighed. "I know, Alex. I know."
*** *** ***
Tristan found Logan punching and kicking the trunk of an old tree.
"What did the poor plant life ever do to you?" he asked.
Logan yelped, jumping backwards. "Tristan! You scared the
hell outta me!"
Tristan frowned. "Since when could anyone sneak up on
you?"
"Um, well, I was…"
"Someplace else?" Tristan asked with his half-smug grin
he only wore for Logan.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"What's on your mind?" Tristan asked. He looked down at
her, sternly.
"I just had a talk with one of 'Magneto's' followers. He said
I wasn't being true to my fellow mutants—that I was trying to be too human. Do
you think that's true?"
"I don't know," Tristan replied. "I don't know
anything about mutant/human relations. The petty squabbles of the people of one
planet don't concern me. My people have known suffering on a galactic
scale."
Logan stopped her mouth before it could fall open. "How can
you say that? Sure, it may not be as big of a problem as the ones you face back
home, but that doesn't make it any less important."
"Yes, Adanya, it does." His voice was patronizing, as if
he were talking to his child, not his lover.
Logan didn't know if she wanted to cry or lash out at him. She
chose the latter. "You're here with us now, aren't you? Fighting with the
X-Men? Our sole purpose is to help humans and mutants coexist. How can you be
with us and say you don't care?"
"I'm not here for that. I'm here for you. Honestly, I don't
care at all about the politics of Earth. If you want a man who can share you
ideas on working to create a mutant/human Utopia, then maybe you should invite
Renegade back into your bed."
"Is that what this is all about?" Logan asked.
"Ric?"
Tristan bristled. "I saw you with him—outside the Blackbird.
You were in his arms."
"That?! That was nothing, Tristan, really."
"It did not appear to be 'nothing.'"
"It was just one old friend comforting another. Nothing
more."
Tristan backed Logan against the tree she'd been using as a
punching bag earlier. "Are you certain about that?"
Logan trembled. "Tristan…"
"You're mine, Logan. Mine." He silenced anything
she would've said with a kiss, then walked away, leaving her breathless.
*** *** ***
Tristan sought out Ric as soon as he returned.
"Renegade," he called to him. "We need to talk."
Ric raised an eyebrow. "We do? About what?"
"I just want to make one thing clear right here, right
now," Tristan said, his voice dark and menacing. "Logan's mine. My
fingerprints are all over her body. You'll never have her again."
Ric's anger was obvious. "You don't have her, Tristan. You
only think you do. For whatever reason, Logan's playing along with your little
game of possession right now, but she won't forever. She'll get sick of letting
you think you own her, and when she does, you're going to learn a thing or two
about Adanya Logan that you never saw coming. You may think you know how
passionate that woman is, but you don't. She fights for what she wants, and
freedom is what she values most in the world. She won't give it to you, or
anyone else."
Tristan just smirked. "You don't know what you're talking
about. She loves me, adores me—would do anything for me."
"You really think that?" Ric shook his head.
"You're an idiot."
Tristan struck out at Ric with a punch, but Ric ducked it easily.
He started to throw one of his own, but Illyana ran out from the Blackbird.
"Ric!" she yelled, coming to stand between them. She looked at Ric
with pleading brown eyes. "Please. Don't fight." She took his hand.
"Let's go back on the plane, okay?"
Ric looked from Illyana to Tristan, and then back to Illyana.
"Yeah. Let's go."
As he walked away, Ric threw a look at Tristan over his shoulder
that let the other man know that their fight was far from over.
*** *** ***
Rebecca knew Twister, sometimes better than she knew herself. He
was her other half. They may not have had the psi-link Billy and Kacie and
formed, but she knew when something was troubling him.
Like something was right then.
He told her it was her injury. That he was worried about her. She
didn't doubt that he was concerned, but she knew him well enough to know it
wasn't the whole truth. She'd asked him several times to tell her what was on
his mind, but he hadn't let her in.
She kept asking. She also knew him well enough to know if she
didn't give in, he'd give up.
The fifth time she asked, her strategy worked. Twister sighed.
"It's Kimmy, all right?"
"What about her? Are you upset about going back to New York
and leaving her?"
"That's part of it. And well, I talked to her earlier, and
she told me I should stay here, trying to help the people that Zach's left
behind now that he's, well, less than sane. She thinks I could be a
leader."
"And why are you not going to?"
Twister looked surprised that she'd say that. "Because my
place is with the X-Men—with you."
Rebecca put her hand on his. "If I am why you are not
staying, then do not let me be. I do not wish to hold you back."
"I love you so much, I can't live without you, 'Becca. You're
my light."
"And I could not live without you. Which is why if you decide
to stay, you will not be staying alone."
"Rebecca, you can't do that. You're the leader of the
X-Men."
"Some things are more important than giving orders to a team.
If I am needed elsewhere, the X-Men will understand. And someone else could
fill in for me as leader. I heard Logan did a fine job against Zach Tyson—as
she did against the Dark One."
"I just don't know. Kimmy said this place is my home, but it
really isn't. In so many ways, it never was. I don't know where I belong,
except in your arms. And how could I help these people? I'm nothing
myself."
"That is not true. You are an amazing man—one of the best I
know. There is so much to you that you do not see—but I do. Your sister is
right; you could help these people. And you would not need to worry. I would be
here with you, beside you every step of the way."
"I…I just need to think about it."
"I understand. But know what ever decision you make, I
support you."
*** *** ***
Logan walked back to the Blackbird as the sun was setting. She
didn't know if she wanted to see Tristan or not. When he was gone, his
possessiveness bothered her, even scared her a little, but when she was in his
arms… She couldn't begin to describe what that man did to her. She guessed it
was why she knew she couldn't walk away from him then, although she knew
logically that she probably should.
Vicky Creed was leaning up against the Blackbird, smoking a
cigarette, when Logan got back. "Hey there, runt."
"Don't call me that."
"Touchy like the old man?"
Logan sighed. "Come on, Vicky. We've been getting along all
right for a day or so. Don't be a bitch."
Vicky flicked her cigarette. "Having a bad day are we? Have
anything to do with Tristan?"
Logan's stance grew defensive. "Why do you ask that?"
"Because he came back earlier, and it looked like he and Ric
were about to get in a fight. Illyana ran out here and pulled Ric away before
it got bad, though."
Logan didn't know why she felt a little flare of jealousy at
Vicky's mention of Illyana's name. "Typical for them. They hate each
other."
"Does it give you a thrill, knowing two men want you enough
to fight over you?"
"No," Logan snapped. "It makes me think that I'm
dealing with a couple of children."
"Sure it does, runt."
"Please, just leave me alone. I'm tired. I'm going through
hell right now. I don't need to be antagonized."
Vicky frowned and Logan's worn-out tone. "Sure. Wanna talk
about it?"
"Why? So you can find something else to pick at me
about?"
"No. So you can have someone to listen to you. Something
tells me you don't get that very often."
"I don't need that."
"Runt, we all need that."
The 'runt' didn't offend Logan this time. Maybe it was because
Vicky's smile was genuine. "No. But thanks. I'll be good. Once we get back
to New York, things'll even out again."
"You sure about that?"
"No. But I like being in denial." Logan laughed. Vicky
thought she looked like she'd rather be crying, but was glad she didn't. She
was willing to be nice, but she didn't want to sit out there and comfort a
sobbing Logan.
"Don't float so far down that river you fall off the
waterfall."
"I won't." Logan paused for a moment, then asked,
"Vicky, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."
"Go ahead. I may answer."
"Was that your father leading the Brotherhood back
then?"
"No. I was going to school in Olympia, but I remember around
when all that was happening. I didn't hear much about it—there wasn't much on
the news—but I heard about there being some sort of violent mutant-rights
group, and lots of hate groups in its wake. I remember because Dad called me,
to make sure I was okay up at school. He was afraid someone might be giving me
a hard time for being a mutant. He called me from Seattle, Logan. Not
New York. I have caller ID on my cell phone. And he didn't seem weird either,
like he was trying to hide something. Besides, I know my father. He's
done a lot of bad things, sure, but that? It doesn't fit with him. He isn't
into all that global domination shit. He does what pays. That wouldn't
have."
"But if it wasn't your father, who was it? He looked like him,
talked like him, even knew things that Creed would know. Like who my father
was, just from looking at me. Who else could that be?"
Vicky shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe Dad has an evil
twin."
Logan snorted. "Great. Sabretooth's evil twin. Just
what the world needs."
"Look, one thing I know for sure is, you said you killed who
ever that was, and my father's not dead. I saw him last Christmas, and we all
heard him over the intercom back on the Blackbird. Whoever that guy who formed
the Brotherhood was, it was someone else, Logan. Not Sabretooth."
"I'm starting to believe you're right."
"I am." Vicky took her pack of cigarettes out of her
pocket and offered it to Logan. "Smoke?"
"No. I don't…"
"Bullshit. I've smelled it on you plenty of times, runt. Come
on. Get your nicotine fix with me. We can bond. We have healing factors. Not
like it's going to hurt us."
Logan laughed and took a cigarette.
*** *** ***
It took the X-Men three days to get everything sorted out in
Texas. Zachary Tyson's former followers turned over their weapons, and
Mackenzie Fury took them "someplace safe" in a S.H.I.E.L.D.
transport. She took Zach Tyson, too. He
didn't seem to be recovering from the psychological blow Ric had dealt him.
Finally, it was time for the X-Men to go home.
And for them to say good-bye.
"Are you sure you won't come back with us?" Rachel
Summers asked as she hugged Rebecca. Tears were forming in her eyes.
Rebecca hugged her back, her own eyes damp. "I cannot.
Twister's place is here for now, and my place is with him."
"I'm going to miss you," Rachel said as she pulled away.
"And I will miss you." Rebecca smiled a little.
"But I will be back. You cannot get rid of me forever."
"I'm going to hold you to that."
"Come on, Ray, the others are waiting."
Rachel turned at the feel of Warren's hand on her shoulder.
"All right." She looked back at Rebecca. "Keep in touch."
"I will."
Warren and Rachel walked back to the Blackbird, his arm around her
shoulder in comfort.
*** *** ***
Victor Creed was waiting in the hangar bay when the Blackbird
landed. He stood, snarling at the X-Men as they filed off. His sneer faded
however, when he saw Vicky finally come out—talking to Addie. "My daughter
and the Logan brat?" Creed muttered.
Vicky's eyes grew wide when she saw her father. Addie just turned
around and walked back onto the plane. Vicky walked as calmly as she could over
to Creed. "Daddy, what are you doing here?" she asked.
Creed
didn't say anything. He just grabbed her and hugged her tightly. After a moment,
he moved away, holding Vicky by her collar. "You scared the hell outta me,
girl! Don't do that to me! They called me from your boarding school, and told
me you'd been expelled, and then I couldn't find you! I called all your
friends, none of them had heard anything. I was frantic worryin' about you, and
you were off on some joyride with the goddam X-Men! You had Larry all
worried, too."
Creed
dropped Vicky and she rubbed her throat. "Sorry, Dad. I…I didn't want to
have to face you angry. I knew how much it meant to you that I go to that
school and get the best education I could, but I just couldn't stay
there."
Victor
sighed. "Why didn't you say anything? When you just took off, I thought…"
"I'm
sorry, Dad. I didn't want you upset with me."
Creed
pushed down his anger, not wanting to lose it on his own daughter. "It'll
be all right now," he said. "You don't have to go back there if you
don't want to. We'll just go back to Seattle and…"
"No."
"What?
No? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm
not going back to Seattle. I'm part of the X-Men now."
"The
X-Men? Victoria, I told you about the X-Men. They gave me a lobotomy and locked
me in the basement!"
"This
aren't even the same X-Men, Dad. And I'm…part of the team."
"Victoria,
no. You're coming home and that's final."
"I
told you I'm not and that's final. I like it here. Daddy, I love you,
but I'm not going back home."
"They'll
tell you lies about me, Vicky. They'll make you think I'm something I'm
not."
"I
know what you are. I'm not naïve. But I love you anyway, and nothing they tell
me will change my mind."
"I'm
not leaving unless you go with me."
"I'm
not going anywhere."
"Victoria…"
"I'm
not having this conversation anymore." Vicky walked out of the hangar bay.
Victor
started to go after her when he stopped, slowly turning around. He frowned.
"You aren't gonna run like a scared little mouse, frail?"
Logan
shook her head. "I heard your conversation with Vicky. And I also know
exactly what you're afraid someone's going to tell her. She's knows about your
past, about everything you did before she was born. But she doesn't know what
you did, oh, about three or four years ago."
Victor
glared. "Don't you dare tell her, frail. That girl doesn't need to know
that about her father. She thinks…she thinks I don't do anything like that
anymore."
"I
won't tell her, Victor. If you get out of here and don't come back."
"You
can't expect me to just walk out of here and leave my daughter."
"She's
not going with you. And you stay here, I don't know what'll pop out of my
mouth." Victor growled, raising his hand to swipe at Logan. She ducked.
"Wanna have to explain to Vicky why I'm in pieces?"
Victor
sighed, stepping back. "Don't disillusion her."
"What?
By letting her know what her father does to little thirteen year old
girls?"
"Stop
it!" Victor bellowed. "I don't want to think about that!"
"You
don't want to think about it? What about me? What you did to me? You…"
"Dad?
Logan? What's going on in here?"
Creed
turned around, startled. "Vicky! How long have you been there?"
"Just
a minute. When I noticed you and Addie were both still in the hangar bay, I came
to make sure nothing was going on back here…"
Victor
looked back at Addie, caught the look in her eyes. "I was just telling the
little Logan that I'm leaving. Walk me out, Vicky."
Vicky
looked skeptical, but she walked back out with her father. She decided it was
better not to ask any questions. She might not want to know the answers.
*** *** ***
Logan
blocked out everything around her, concentrating on taking her aggressions out
on the punching bag. She hit it hard, wishing she could let herself go and
release her anger on the person who had caused much of it.
Victor
had already gone back to Washington, but seeing him had brought so much back to
the surface. When she'd thought he was dead, she'd been able to handle it
better, put that part of her life behind her. But now, he was alive—and seeing
him had brought everything rushing to the surface.
As
if she needed that now, with the way things were going in her life.
Logan's
claws shot out, and she shredded the chain that held up the punching bag,
making it fall to the ground.
"You
know, someone has to pay to keep replacing those things."
Logan
spun around, her claws still extended. She sighed and pulled them in when she
saw who it was. "Ric. Don't sneak up on me like that."
"There
used to be a time when you could tell I was coming from a mile away."
"There
were a lot of things that used to be different between us, Ric."
"They
could be that way again."
"No,
they couldn't."
Ric
reached out, holding her by her arms. "Addie, I love you. I made a mistake
leaving you. I thought I was doing what would be better for both of us, but I
wasn't. I've been working on my shield. Look, my hands are touching your bare
skin and nothing's happening. I can be with you and not hurt you now. No more
magnetic pulses. We can be together."
Logan
moved out of his arms. "There's only one problem. I'm with Tristan."
"Forget
about him. He doesn't love you. I do."
"I
can't be with you."
"Why
not?"
"Because
things are too complicated for me right now."
"Complicated?
How?"
"What
do you mean how? Dammit, Ric, we had all that crap happen in Texas,
Victor Creed is alive, and well, my love life is complicated enough without
throwing you into the mix."
"Things
would be better for both of us if we were together. We belong together,
Logan."
"We
don't. You were right to end it."
"No,
I wasn't. I thought I could live without you. I can't. Please, give me another
chance."
"Why?
So I can wait for you to leave me as soon as things get difficult again? I
crumbled when you left me Ric. I can't go through that again. With Rebecca
gone, I'm the leader of the X-Men. I can't allow myself a weakness."
"That's
why I am to you? A weakness?"
"You're
something that will hurt me."
"Addie,
I'm sorry, all right? I was scared, and I made a mistake. I know now what life
without you is like, and I can't take it. I won't leave again. I love you, you
love me. Everything will work out."
"I
love Tristan."
"Don't,
Logan. I know you well enough to spot a lie."
"Ric,
we are meant to be. We'll only end up hurting each other again."
"It's
a risk I want to take."
"I…I
can't."
Ric
grabbed Addie again, this time pulling her all the way against him and kissing
her hard. Logan only froze for a minute before melting against him sighing into
his mouth. She tangled her fingers in Ric's hair and he dipped her down,
pressing himself harder against her.
Slowly,
reluctantly, Ric let her go. Addie looked into his eyes, her pulse and breath speeding
up. She wanted him, wanted him more than she'd ever wanted Tristan. But she
remembered how before she'd let herself become so wrapped up in her feelings
for him that she'd forgotten where she ended and he began. She'd even run away
from the X-Men when he'd left her. She couldn't do that again. She had to be
more responsible this time. Loving Ric would be giving too much of herself, and
she couldn't afford to do that.
"I
can't," she said, backing away from Ric. "I can't."
"You
can't what?"
"Love
you." Addie ran away and Ric watched her go.
*** *** ***
Ric
knew that a bottle of whiskey wasn't going to make him get over Logan's
rejection, but it sure was making him care a little less about it. He'd seen
her go off with Tristan after dinner, and it was more than he could take.
"Ric?"
The voice was soft, accented with Russian. Ric took another drink.
"Yeah,
Yana?"
"I
came to find you," she said, sitting beside him. "I saw you go off by
yourself, and I was worried about you. Are you all right?"
"The
woman I love rejected me. How do you think I feel?"
Illyana
looked hurt by Ric's sharp tone, but quickly tried to hide it. "Logan
rejected you? I am sorry, Ric. I know she must mean a lot to you."
"I
need her by my side."
"I
know." Illyana slipped her arm though Ric's then leaned over to whisper in
his ear, "I could make you forget, if just for a little while."
"What…what
do you mean?" Ric asked, although the look in her eyes said it all.
"Take
me to your bed, Ric. I may not be Logan, but I can please you."
"I
shouldn't, Yana," Ric said, moving away.
"Tristan
and Logan have been in their bedroom for hours. Why should you pine for her
when she has scorned you and found comfort in another man's arms? You let her
walk all over you, keep you on a string even though she will never take you
back. You are more of a man than that, Ric. Much more." She emphasized her
words by reaching down and cupping him with her hand.
Ric
swallowed hard. The logical, rational part of him was saying to just tell
Illyana good night and get the hell out of there, but his body and the alcohol
were telling him something else entirely. He thought about Tristan and Logan
and closed his eyes, as if he could block out the thought. He loved her, but
she'd made it clear that she couldn't—wouldn't—love him.
He
took Illyana's hand and led her to his bedroom.
*** *** ***
"What
do you mean you're leaving?"
Tristan
finished buttoning his shirt. "The Dark One has had more than enough time
to regroup. I need to be back with my people."
"Just
like that you're leaving me?" Logan wrapped a sheet tighter around
herself. She suddenly felt so cold and alone.
Tristan
sighed. "Logan, I won't be gone forever. Just…a while."
"How
long will that be? And why do you have to leave tonight, without as much as a
word beforehand?"
"Don't
question me, woman."
Logan's
eyes grew wide. "What?"
"I
said not to question me. It isn't your place."
Logan's
eyes were like blue fire. "Then what is my place?" she asked,
fighting to keep her tone calm, steady.
"I
have to leave. I'll be back. Wait for me."
"Like
hell I will. I'm not sitting around waiting for you to come back to port,
sailor. You leave now, and I won't be here when you get back."
Tristan
spun around, grabbing her wrists. "You'll be here, Logan. And you'll be
waiting for me. I mean that. I don't want to find you with another man—especially
not Renegade."
Logan
jerked away from him. "I'll be with whoever I want to be with. I'm not
your property."
"You
are my lover, and as such, you'll do as I say in matters such as this."
Logan
glared. "Did you treat Maritheza this way?"
Tristan's
jaw tightened. "Don't you speak her name," he snapped.
"What,
am I not good enough?" Logan got out of the bed, hurriedly redressing.
"Am I not as pure and wonderful as the great Maritheza?"
"She
is dead, Logan. Have respect for her."
"Don't
even do that right now, Tristan. Don't tell me you're leaving, but I
have to wait around like some faithful puppy dog, and then tell me to be reverent
of your dead wife. I'm sick of you treating me like this."
"Like
what?"
"Like
I'm just a diversion. That you don't even love me."
"I
do love you."
"You
sure don't act like it."
"I
tell you all the time!"
"If
you loved me, you wouldn't be leaving me now!"
"Logan,
I have to! My people, they…"
"You
don't even want me to come with you!"
"You
wouldn't come! You're too dedicated to the X-Men."
"I
get the feeling you wouldn't have asked regardless."
"I'm
going somewhere you can't be."
"Of
course not. It would mean you'd have to let me be a real part of your
life."
"Logan,
you are a part of most of my life. There are just some things…"
Logan
turned around. "Just go."
"Logan…"
Logan
turned around. She grabbed a glass from the nightstand and threw it, smashing
it against the wall right by Tristan's head. "If you're gonna go, then
just go!" she screamed.
"I
don't want it to end like this."
"Too
fucking bad."
"I
want to know you'll still be here when I return."
"Don't
bother returning, Tristan. You said back in Texas that you aren't here for the
X-Men, and if you leave now, there's no point in returning for me."
"I
don't understand why you're being so unreasonable! I'm not leaving to hurt you.
I have people who depend on me." He walked over slowly, taking Logan's
hand. "I love you so much, Logan, but I can't let my wants come before the
well-being of my people. I'd much rather stay here with you, but I've been gone
long enough. I didn't ask you to come because I didn't want to pull you away
from the X-Men. You need to be there for them the same way I need to be there
for my people. We both have priorities in other places. I'll come back to you
as soon as I can, I promise. Don't tell me I'm going to lose you."
Logan's
lip trembled. "I don't want you to go."
Tristan
pulled her to him. "Tell me you'll be waiting when I get back. Please.
Tell me you won't go to Renegade."
All
Logan could manage was a nod.
Tristan
kissed her softly, and Logan could taste the good-bye. She forced a smile.
"Don't make me wait too long."
"We'll
be together again soon."
Logan
sat back down on the bed until she saw a flash of light on the lawn and knew
Tristan was gone. She buried her face in her hands and cried.
*** *** ***
Vicky
was on her way back to her room when she heard soft sobs coming from Logan's
room. The door was opened part-way, and she peeked in. "Everything okay in
here?"
Logan
looked up sharply. "Vicky."
"Yeah.
Is everything all right?" Vicky glanced around the room. "Where's
Tristan?"
Logan
sniffed. "He's gone."
Vicky
raised an eyebrow. "Gone? What, did the Mother Ship call?"
Logan
gave her a dirty look. "No. He just had to go back."
"For
good?"
"He
said he'll come back to me later."
"Then
why are you crying? Don't believe him?"
"Of
course I believe him!" Logan snapped. "Look, could you just leave me
alone. The last thing I want to deal with right now is a Creed."
Vicky's
mouth fell open a little. "Well, fine. I was going to try to be nice, but
since you apparently can't get over the fact our fathers don't get along, why
bother."
"Wolverine
has nothing to do with why I don't like your father. Victor Creed has done
enough to me personally to make me hate him."
"Oh?
Like what? We've already established that wasn't him that formed that 'New Brotherhood,'
or whatever."
Logan
almost told him the truth then, but she couldn't. As much as she hated
Sabretooth, she could tell how much he meant to Vicky. She didn't deserve
knowing that about her father. "Nothing. It's not important. Look, I'm
sorry. I'm just in a bad mood, and I was taking it out on you. I'm sorry. I
don't blame you for what your father's done. It's just…hard for me."
Vicky
managed a nod. "Fair enough."
"I
need to be alone for a little while."
"I
understand."
Vicky
shut Logan's door behind her, making her way down the hall to her own room. She
hadn't planned to stay with the X-Men when she'd made her impromptu trip to New
York, but it seemed like she was there for the long haul.
Even
with all their problems, Victoria Creed figured the X-Men wasn't a bad team to
be a part of.
*** *** ***
Well,
I know it wasn't the best ending in the world, but it's an ending. ;) I have an
outline written for book four, so let me know if you're interested in reading
it. And for all the Ric/Logan fans, sorry about how their relationship end up
in this one, but don't give up hope yet! Everyone send me feedback and tell me
what you thought!!! (addie_logan@yahoo.com)