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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, you are awesome, guys!

If you imagine Victor, please the cool one from origins (portrait by Live Schreiber). In later chapters I'll try to explain his different appearance and why he didn't seem to recognize his brother in X1 (I think I made a really good explanation up).

In my opinion, Victor wasn't angry at Logan at the end of origins – he told him that they were brothers and thus will never be done; so he would protect his brother's kid; after all the kid would also be his pack.

Even though he knew Kayla was using his brother, he didn't really kill her because Logan loved her and only after Logan had learned of her betrayal and turned his back on her – Kayla was free to kill in Victor's option.

A/N: Later comes a better explanation why Marie became pregnant on purpose.

I hope you liked it!

CHAPTER 3

The next day at the same time a tall in black clothed man entered the diner and sank down in the same booth as the day before. Marie rolled her eyes and approached the table. "Please, Victor, do both of us a favor and wait with your game another quarter hour till Ah have break."

"Only if you gonna join me."

"Humpf." He would terrorize her the next hour if she would decline his offer. "Fine. Do ya want coffee again?"

"Hell no! Not for the rest of the month!" This made Marie grin as she fetched her note pad. "Gonna have a beer and the country-fried steak, rare."

"How else…" She muttered under her breath, but knew with his sensitive ears Victor had heard her clearly.

"And a chocolate muffin as take-away again." Victor stared a little baffled – just for a friction of a second – at his brother's trademark hitched brow, the brunette was giving him.

"Afraid eating sweets in public might damage your reputation?"

"Hardly, my sweet." He licked his lips, gazing at her hungrily as she tried to stop the chill that run up her spine.

"Anything else?"

He flashed her his toothy smile, baring his fangs in the process. "Just your company, Stripes." It surprised Victor that his predatory smile hadn't the same effect on her as the day before. The girl was nervous in his presence and he could tell she never let her guard down, but she didn't let her fear hold her prisoner either.

"Alright, Victor. Gonna get your beer." A moment later she returned with his booze and the muffin. "Your steak is ready in a sec. The unfreezing takes longer than pulling the meat over the grill once." She always thought it disgusting when she was out with Logan and he ate a steak rare. She preferred her food dead and very well done.

After serving the other tables Marie removed the apron from her hips and folded it neatly. She placed the fabric onto her bag in a corner of the kitchen and fetched Victor's plate, a tuna sandwich, a bottle of Sprite and a book and entered the diner's main room. "Here ya go, Vic." The brunette placed the steak in front of the waiting feral and the sandwich across from him, sinking down behind it.

She saw his distant glare linger on her for a moment, before he grasped fork and knife and tore into his meal. "What?"

Victor hardly chewed as he wolfed down the meat and felt the girl's eyes on him. After a minute he met her gaze. "It's been a long time that someone called me that."

Marie thought she saw sadness flicker in his blue eyes, but dismissed it as her own imagination. "Or do ya prefer Vicky?" Her grin was met with a deep snarl in warning.

She slipped her hand into her jeans' pocket and retrieved a small paper bag. Before shoving it back into her pants the brunette fished a dark red pill out and swallowed it with a sip of her soda.

"What's that?" Victor grunted after she didn't bother to answer his questioning gaze.

She saw his nostrils flare and smirked smugly. "Oh, only drugs." The low growl didn't startle her as much as the concerned and disapproving expression he gave her. "Geez, ya're grouchy today." His low growl resumed and she became serious again. "That's prenatal vitamins."

The mutant eventually tore his piercing gaze from the girl and took another bite of his steak. "So it's good for the baby?"

Marie furrowed her brows in curiosity about his concern for her unborn child. "Yep. That mah baby will be healthy." With that said, she bit into her sandwich and opened the thick book, she had borrowed from the library.

"What's that?"

"A book. Ah'm sure ya might have seen something like this before." She peeked over the page and saw him roll his eyes while his throat emitted another growl. "Boy, did a mouse steal your milk, or what happened?"

His snarl got louder and made a few customers look scared their way, but Marie stayed unfazed by his animalistic behavior. Thanks to Logan she knew to interpret his body language and the different nuances of growls. His clawed hand snatched the book from her fingers and closed it. His gaze swept over the letters as he placed it rather unceremoniously onto the tabletop. "Stephen King?"

Marie shrugged and took another bite from her meal. "Ah like his books." After a swig from her soda she eyed him annoyed. "So, what ya want, Victor? Or are ya enjoying growling at me while wolfing your meat down?"

He huffed and returned his stare to his steak. "You gonna raise your cub here?"

"If ya mean here in the diner, then the answer is no. If ya mean McLean, then yes." She paused a moment and narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance. "At least Ah had planned until now."

This made Victor laugh darkly and Marie stared at him in confusion. "If my presence is the reason for your worry, girly, then I have to tell you that simply movin' away won't hinder me to pay you a visit."

"Ain't ya exaggerating a little?"

"What? You ain't believin' me I could track you down wherever you hide?" Doubt was written all over her features. "The runt's currently a little south of Calgary."

It took Marie a moment to process this information. "Ya're shitting me."

"Nah, how else should I beat the runt to a pulp once a year on his birthday?" Her expression told him that this wasn't new information for her and that she started to believe him now. "You have quite a mouth, Strips. Doesn't suit such a beautiful woman."

"Huh? Was that a compliment?"

Victor swallowed the last bite of his meal and leaned back in the booth. "Nah, just an observation. Didn't the runt teach you some manners?"

"Logan?" Marie laughed heartily. "He only provided me with a whole new spectrum of cussing."

"Really? There was a time, the runt blushed at the mere thought of usin' a 'bad word'." Marie's laughter continued at his hitched eyebrows and he soon joined in with a few dark chuckles.

When the brunette's hilarity had died down to a grin, a whole new set of questions popped up in her mind. "So ya knew Logan before he lost his memories?" Wolverine and she had always assumed this, since Sabretooth began his yearly attacks only a few months after Logan had woken up on that Island surrounded by debris.

Victor's eyes got a mischievous glint. "If you wanna know, it'll cost you."

"What's your price, Sabretooth?" Marie asked suspiciously and finished her sandwich.

"Information." He emptied his beer and eyed the girl across from him. "What exactly had happened at Alkali Lake one and a half years ago?"

"Huh?" This was the last thing Marie had expected. "Umm, well… There was that raid at the mansion and that military scientist-"

"Stryker." Victor put in and sensed her surprise about his knowledge.

"Stryker wanted to use the Professor to rid the world of all mutants."

Victor got a little impatient. "Yeah, remember that pain. But I already know that much. What happened to Stryker?"

Marie stared at him in bewilderment before answering. "Logan said that he died when the dam broke."

The mutant only nodded in acknowledgement. "And back to your question: The runt and I know each other for a long time. Even before Stryker took his memories."

Marie's eyes widened in disbelief. The answers Logan was looking for so long were within her grasp. "Ya know who Logan really is? His real name?"

"Yep, but I won't tell you." He saw how her face fell and motioned with his chin towards the kitchen door where Tina stared at the clock and Marie in turn.

"Damnit, now when it gets interesting mah break is over." The brunette muttered and rose to her feet reluctantly.

Victor snickered and watched her stack their plates and glasses and head over to the kitchen. His gaze caught sight of her book on the tabletop and he picked it up when he shrugged into his black coat. The moment Marie returned to the counter he slid the book towards her with a lazy grin while holding the muffin in his free hand. "You forgot somethin', Marie."

Her small hands grasped the book immediately and she hid it behind the counter. "Thank ya." She saw him retrieve his wallet and placed the bill next to his claws. "Ya already go?"

"Yep, have some stuff to take care of." His grin turned to his trademark toothy/fangy smirk. "I'm gonna give you a break tomorrow."

"A break? How generous of ya, Victor!" Marie flashed him a mocking smile. "Found someone else to scratch your claws on?"

"Somethin' alike the lines." The humor had left his voice and his cold blue eyes silenced her at once.

Her stomach clenched at what he implied. 'He's gonna kill somebody!' She kept staring after him when he left the diner, only noticing the 5 dollar tip a few minutes later.

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A/N: Big thanks for the reviews!

CHAPTER 4

Two days later Victor took his usual place across the TV, where the news headlines rolled over the screen. Marie approached him, her eyes glued to the report, telling that a major player in the human trafficking scene had been found dead this morning at his summer cottage, together with his two bodyguards. The brunette huffed and opened her note pad. "Somehow Ah doubt it was a grizzly shredding those men." Her chocolate eyes swapped to his claws. "Sounds more like a cougar or a really big cat."

Victor flashed her his canines. "You might be right, Stripes."

Many little girls were sold as sex-slaves by Sabretooth's latest victim, if the children survived the transport in the containers, that is. So in Marie's eyes that bastard deserved to meet Victor's claws. "What can Ah do for ya today, sugah?"

The mutant scented the air and was a little surprised that the girl seemed to be at ease even with his confession about his latest kill. "Beer, the cheeseburger with ham as extra toppin' and a blueberry muffin for take-away."

"Will be there in a minute." Marie whirled around and told the orders the cook, before she returned with his beer. "Here ya go."

"Thanks." He eyed her a moment, his forehead wrinkled. "You fine with the death of that bastard?"

The brunette leaned closer to the other mutant and lowered her voice. "He deserved it for what he did to those girls."

He hitched a brow at her comment and whispered. "So as long as I kill the bad guys, you fine with it?" He saw her shrug her shoulders, but her eyes told him that it didn't really bother her. "At least I look much better than that Dexter guy in the TV."

"Ya got a point there, but different than him, your appearance screams 'serial killer'."

The feral hitched his brow in half surprise. "Really? What happened to the sassy Southern Belle? You call me sugar and now you compliment me." His tone dropped to a rasp whisper and he looked at her amused features.

"Nothing happened to her, Vic." She winked at him. "Just telling the truth." With that she turned around and approached another customer while Victor stared at her long legs, licking his lips.

He could tell that she never let her guard down around him, but her self-confidence in his presence had already reached a level, where she wasn't scared to death anymore and wouldn't watch her every word and movement. The young woman began to treat him like a normal person – something only his little brother did or dared to do, but she still held in mind that her life and that of her unborn child were at his mercy. He liked that. And he liked her attitude. Not to mention her curves. 'Oh shit! Now I find a chick worth a try to get her willingly between the sheets with me and she has to be my friggin' brother's mate! Life truly hates me!'

Victor wasn't on good terms with his brother since Lagos, now almost 25 years ago, but they were still brothers no matter what and he wouldn't betray James – even if the other man's betrayal and words still ached his heart after so many years.

He had always put his brother and his demands and welfare first, staying in Japan with him after WWII and treated the frail, James' had called his wife, civil. Even with his knowledge about the backstabbing bitch Kayla, he hadn't killed her, though he wanted to do nothing more back then, but Victor knew that if he had done it then he would have destroyed his brother and the bond they shared. He had been so delighted as James had turned his back on the bitch after finding out she had only used him. But other than to see that Victor had once again watched out for his brother and even had held himself at bay to not really kill her, the love-sick and moral ridden idiot changed his mind and made it clear that Kayla wasn't free to kill.

This had hurt Victor even more and that his brother truly wanted to kill him a few moments later and his life was only spared by the frail's begging. But even then Victor had jumped beyond his own shadow and helped his brother fight Deathpool, only to receive the cold shoulder as reward.

Despite what everybody including his dear little brother thought about him, he wasn't as cold and self-centered. James would always stay a part of his life and he would look out for the younger man, even if it included beating the crap out of him on his birthday and not making a move on his girl.

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The days flew by and both of them began to look forward to his daily visits. He would taunt her or annoy her and she would snap at him or tease him with some cat related comments. Sometimes they would make some flirty comments to make the other smile. But what both enjoyed the most were their talks about Logan.

Victor wouldn't tell her anything really important about his brother's past, like his name or what had really happened at Three Miles Island, but he told her stuff, he hadn't thought he would tell anyone ever. Sometimes his stories about some idiocy his brother had done decades ago made both of them laugh and stirred a similar story about Logan's antics from the brunette.

The large mutant truly liked her – not that he would tell anyone – and his initial concern for his brother's child had grown to genuine concern about the young woman's well-being. This was the reason why he took a seat at the counter this day and not at his usually spot.

Marie looked up at him and greeted him with her bright smile – something else he liked about her, her smiles wasn't faked any longer. "Hey, sugah. What can Ah do for ya today? Oh, we just got cherry-muffins." The brunette still wondered why he took his desserts away instead of eating it at the diner like everyone else, but she had given up her probing… for now.

"Then I'll have one of those, sweetheart. And the fried chicken." Victor eyed her a moment as she placed his beer in front of him like usually. "Where were you yesterday?"

The young woman shrugged off the feeling that she might have picked up worry in his dark voice. "Switched shifts. Ah had a doctor's appointment." She answered honestly after telling the cook his order.

Victor furrowed his forehead at her carefree expression. "You fine, Marie?"

"Sure. It was a baby doctor, Victor. Just the monthly checkup," she whispered, before her voice returned to its normal volume. "If ya won't stop fussing about me, people might think Sabretooth would care for a little Southern gal like me."

He returned her grin, showing his fangs in the process. "Don't flatter me. Might damage my reputation."

"Uhu." She rolled her eyes and headed over to another customer, fully aware of Victor's lustful eyes on her bottom.

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews!

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CHAPTER 5

It was the month's last and Victor would have taken a seat at his booth, if his sensitive nose hadn't picked up on Marie's alluring scent mixed with a load of perfume. His eyes darkened slightly as his own desire was stirred by her smell and her looks. She wore more make-up than normal, making her eyes brighter and larger as they were and her full lips even more inviting for him to crush his mouth on.

He took a deep breath and sank down on a stool at the counter across from her. "Good god, girl, you're horny as hell!"

Marie blushed slightly at his comment and glanced around if someone might have heard him. "Keep your nose to yourself, Victor."

The large man furrowed his brows as the brunette moved past the counter, clad in a black mini skirt, matching high heels, skin tight whine-red shirt with a deep V-neck, presenting him with his first view of her creamy cleavage while her long salt and pepper hair framed her stunning features in lazy curls. He tore his eyes away as he saw her hitched brow linger at him in question. "That's not your note pad, Marie." He eventually said and motioned to the small black leather purse, she clasped in her hands.

"No shit, Sherlock!" The brunette chuckled about his desperate attempt to keep his gaze away from her breasts. 'Woah, did Ah just turn Sabretooth's head?' Batting her lashes at him she closed the distance and tiptoed slightly, so her breath was tickling against his neck while she whispered. "Mah shift just ended. Gonna hit a bar and get myself laid."

"What?"

Marie bit her tongue to not burst into a fit of laughter at the other mutant's shocked expression and paling face. "Bye, Victor." She was half way to the door when she turned around and smiled at him. "Just to let ya know, sugah, Ah'll start mah new job tomorrow. Ya'll see me here only on the weekends then." Meaning unless he would start working on the weekend and drop by on his way home, he wouldn't see her any more.

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It didn't take Victor long to recover and he immediately left the diner and followed Marie only a few meters behind. 'What the fuck does she think she's doin'? She's Jimmy's mate for God's sake!' He followed her down the block and saw her turn into a smaller street. For once he didn't care if she knew he was tailing her and didn't rely on his senses to tell him what she was doing around the corner, so it happened that he almost bumped into her as he turned the corner.

Marie had her arms crossed over her chest and stared rather annoyed at the large man. "Are ya stalking me for a change?"

"No." Victor watched her whirl around and continue her way. Only a second later he was beside her and he eventually demanded "What the fuck did you mean by gettin' laid?" as they stopped in front of a bar. It was then that he noticed the big TV screen in the center of the large room when he looked through the window. "A sports bar?"

"Ya complaining, big guy?" She opened the door and walked over to the counter, fully aware that he followed her in and took the seat beside her. After ordering herself a coke and he grumbled a 'beer' towards the bartender, the young woman eventually faced him. "And back to your question. Ya said yourself that Ah'm horny and your nose doesn't lie." She saw his piercing stare and the confusion and anger on his features. "Blame it on the hormones if ya like."

Victor growled low as he contemplated how to get his point over without giving too much about his caring for James away. "Yeah, fine, but you're the runt's! You can't go around and do some prick."

"Why not? And since when am Ah Logan's? Just because Ah'm having his kid?"

"Well, yes?"

"Ah'm not more his than he is mine." She stared him square in the eyes. "We're talking about Logan here, Vic. It was just an one-night-stand for him like any other night before and any night afterwards." The doubt slowly vanished from his features as he processed this information. "The only thing special for him might have been that he actually knew mah name." Marie eventually took a long swig from her Coke, her eyes centered on the glass.

'Jimmy has no claim on her other than bein' her cub's father…' Still, there was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind, telling him that it wasn't right for him to pursue his lust and desire for this woman.

Marie began to trace her index-finger along the rim of her glass as the silence stretched on. "Shall Ah pine for Logan the next years, while he has his fun with some nameless bar flings every night?" Resolve she hadn't known until now stirred a well suppressed rage. "Not gonna happen, sugah. Ah have all right to enjoy mah own meaningless fucks with some jerks." She drowned her glass in one long gulp and faced the feral. Victor's bewildered expression drove her over the edge. "What? Do ya guys think, ya are the only one with an itch to be scratched?"

'What the fuck? This chick is nuts!... on the other hand she knows what she wants and isn't one of those pathetic frails Jimmy used to drag into his bed.' His eyes darkened as he drew in another alluring breath of her scent. 'She has spirit! I like that!' He felt his inner animal growl in anticipation. 'She's a challenge!'

Marie's eyes scanned the bar. It was still early and the few losers hanging out were sending scared glares towards her fangy friend. With a sigh she faced him again. "Would ya please leave me alone, Victor? Ya scare all mah potential lovers away."

The feral had made up his mind. 'To hell with Jimmy! If she was just a fling for him then it's just fair that I get my share as well!' "Maybe you don't need one of those punks." His eyes locked with her chocolate ones.

Marie had noticed his lustful gazes the past two weeks, but decided that her current condition was the reason why he never made a move in any way. She hid her sudden surprise with an inquiring hitched brow. "Suddenly became interested in me, huh?"

"Who said you're the only one lookin' for some horizontal exercise?" His voice was husky while he watched her lick her lips sensually, then her eyes lingered on his talons and not only her scent told him that his claws got once again in his way to have a willing woman. With a low growl he picked his beer up and emptied it in a few gulps. The animal inside him roared in anger by the audacity that frail dared to show towards him. The blue of his eyes was swallowed by black and his hand not grasping the bottle in a death grip balled to a fist.

It wasn't that she couldn't think of spending a night with Sabretooth, she had grown to like him – fine two weeks ago she would have thrown a fit if someone had told her that she might think Sabretooth attractive – but she knew from her experiences with Logan that it would be more than rough. Then again, he would know the rules – no strings attached - and it wouldn't be awkward when they would meet again at the diner. "Can ya keep the scratches to a minimum?" She reached out and covered his large fist with her small hand, oblivious to the tumult in the feral. "Ah don't have a healing factor and Ah'm not keen on looking like a scratching post on mah first day at the new job tomorrow."

Her words were almost swallowed by the rage and roars of the beast, but her gentle touch made Victor listen to her. At first he wasn't sure if he had heard right, but her fingers were tracing his slowly opening fist – his wounds caused by his own nails healed immediately – and she was looking at him expectantly. She had his darkening eyes obviously misinterpreted with lust instead of rage. The epinephrine let his blood rush south immediately and he nodded tentatively, not trusting his voice for once in his life.

Marie smiled and bit her lower lip. Maybe it wasn't her best idea, but then again, the feral had already showed her that he could find her whenever he wanted. "Umm, mah place is just down the street, sugah."

His lips twitched to a wolfish grin and he retrieved his wallet, paying for both their drinks. "I know, darlin'."

This wasn't what surprised Marie, but when Victor held the door of the bar open for her like a gentlemen, did, and then that he slipped his arm around her waist, pressing her gently against his side while they walked down the sidewalk.

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"Give me a moment." With those words she vanished in her small bathroom.

Victor's gaze traveled over the tattered once upon-a-time white couch in front of the well-used coffee-table – she wasn't the first owner of that pitiful piece of furniture, he doubt Marie would notice if he left a happy face scratched into it. Next to the sofa was a small shelf with books borrowed from the library in it, while a radio – the only piece of electronic, besides the stove, toaster and coffee maker in the way too small kitchen – stood on top of it, framed by two pictures. One showed Marie with an Asian and a brunette girl and a tall boy and the other one was one of Marie on her graduation day with an ever-scowling Logan resting his arm about her shoulders.

The living-room with the attached kitchen was clean and Marie had tried her best to make it look homey with a red curtain, a carpet and a vase with flowers. Victor heard water running in the bathroom and decided to inspect the two rooms next to it. The first one was really small and the window practically was the whole outer wall of this empty room, but the teddy-bear-curtains in pastel colors and the fluffy silver-grey rabbit-carpet made Victor guess that this would be the cub's room. He scented the air and his nose told him that those two things for the baby were new and not used before by some strangers as seemed the rest of her belongings.

The second room was a little larger and contained a queen-sized bed with a nightstand and a dresser next to a small wardrobe. All in all the best word to describe this apartment was indeed: small.

Victor approached the dresser on top which two pictures of Logan and Marie stood, and he opened one drawer finding an all too familiar red flannel neatly folded on top of her tee-shirts.

His sensitive ears caught the sound of the tabs being finally shut. She had been gone for quite some time now and Victor feared she might have changed her mind. A frustrated snarl rang from his lips and he began to fight the rising anger – he wouldn't endanger his brother's cub.

The bathroom-door opened and Marie found the living-room empty and the door to her bedroom open. She straightened the short black satin nighty and entered the bedroom. "Sorry, Ah took so long."

His face was priceless when he looked up from her dresser and immediately scented the air. "You washed?"

Marie grinned and sauntered over to the puzzled feral. "Ah thought that chemical scent might not be the most pleasant smell for ya." She slipped gently her soft hands around his neck "Ah can always put the perfume back on." and tiptoed making her lips hover over his.

Victor was like in trance as he grasped her perfect ass with his hands and squeezed it. "No." Her hot breath was tickling his lips, inviting him. "I wanna smell you… your arousal..." His mouth closed the distance to a hungry kiss, his tongue was granted access immediately while her hands tousled his dark mane.

She moaned and fought his dominating tongue, finally pushing into his hot mouth. Her tongue stroked over the sharp tip of one of his fangs and the resulting surge of adrenaline made her almost lick his tooth.

'Jesus? She likes the danger?' She was the first woman ever to caress his fangs this way and getting turned on by it. A soft purr began to rumble in his chest involuntarily and he opened his mouth further for her explorations.

It hadn't taken his hands long to find their way under her nighty, discovering the lack of panties, but her hot slickness invited him and almost drove him nuts. Victor moved his mouth down her neck and cleavage, nibbling her soft skin while one of his hands unbuckled his belt.

Marie helped him to push his pants and boxers down and yelped in surprise as he lifted her up like a feather. She wrapped her legs around his hips feeling his throbbing member pressing against her entrance as he pulled her nighty over her head harshly.

Suddenly his hands were everywhere kneading her breasts and ass, his mouth licking and nibbling every inch of her body. "Not too harsh…" She brought out between moans as he let fall both of them onto the mattress. "Be careful," muttered Marie searching for words. "The baby."

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A/N: Big thanks for the reviews! I know, the current turn of this story isn't the taste of everyone. I got a little carried away and new ideas keep popping up.

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CHAPTER 6

At one point Marie had feared for her unborn child, but Victor made good to his word and tried to hold hurting her to a minimum. He was gentle for a feral, yet rough and wild at the same time. Now they were lying next to each other tangled in her bed-sheets, catching their breaths.

Victor tried to search his mind for a memory of when he had ever felt as content as he did now after sex, but came up empty-handed. He also believed it to be the first time a female screamed his name in ecstasy and not fear when he made her cum. And it was also a new sensation that he didn't feel the urge to jump up and leave as soon as he had pulled out of her. Eventually he rolled onto his side and observed her relaxed features as she stroked absently her stomach.

She faced him and he grinned at her bearing his fangs, when he lifted his index-claw to tug a white strand behind her ear. "The cub's fine. The heartbeat is strong and fast." He began to trace her cheek with the tip of his claw in a loving manner.

A gentle smile formed on Marie's lips. "Thank you."

They lay there in comfortable silence and suddenly Victor did another thing he thought impossible for him: He stirred a conversation after sex! "Why did you take the Cure? To be like anyone else?" His eyes were serious and his intense gaze was tightly locked with hers.

"Yes, but not the way ya make it sound." The brunette was drawing lazy circles on his muscular and hairy chest. "Do ya know how it is to hide from every touch – accidentally or not? To cover almost every inch of your skin the whole year long. To never hug, hold hands, have no human contact for four long years."

Suddenly it was important to her that he would understand her reasons and so a dam broke within her. "Ah never would have taken the Cure if Ah had any other kind of mutation, but Ah couldn't bear it any longer to live a life as an observer. Seeing everyone else around me be happy, and live mah dreams." A shy smile tugged on her lips. "Ah always wanted to have kids, to be a mom. Ah had that wish since Ah was a kid myself."

She didn't see any indication that he thought her odd, so she continued, her voice sad. "But then mah mutation kicked in and mah life turned into a nightmare. Mah dream was ripped right outta mah hands." Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes and she struggled to let them flow freely. "When Ah saw the other kids mah age kiss or simply hold hands, it only showed me what Ah would never have." She blinked her tears away and met his gaze. He was listening patiently. "Then the Cure was announced and it was a beacon of hope to eventually make mah dream come true."

Her hand left Victor's chest and returned to stroking her stomach. "Ah wanted this baby from the man Ah love and it doesn't matter if he is a mutant or not. Neither does it matter if mah kid will have claws or purple skin as long as Ah don't pass mah cursed mutation on to mah child."

The feral understood her and her fears suddenly. "The men are the one givin' the X gene to the next generation."

"Ah know."

"It is likely that the cub will be a feral like the runt." His voice was rough but still soft and he leaned his head onto his one hand.

"That doesn't matter to me. On the contrary Ah hope it'll have Logan's mutation." Marie faced him once more, a happy grin on her features. "Ah always knew Ah wasn't his top priority in life… that the search for his lost past has been his sole purpose in life and it hadn't really changed after he became an X-Men… Ah love him so much, but Ah don't wanna push him into anything he isn't willing to do out of his own heart's wish."

This made Victor hitch his brows. "Dontcha think that havin' his cub wouldn't put him into a corner?"

"Ah wanted this baby from the man Ah love. Mah baby is mah responsibility, Vic. If Logan shows up in a few years and is clean with his fucking quest… Ah would never keep his child from him and if he is willing to be a part of his kid's life, Ah'll be the last one to refuse. …But Ah don't wanna chain him to me. He wouldn't be happy with staying with me, while his friggin' past might be out there and getting him antsy until he would leave one day and mah kid would have to cope with the loss of one parent. … Always asking if it was their fault their dad run away." Silent tears welled up in her chocolate eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "Neither can Ah bear the knowledge that Ah might wait three, four, maybe a decade before he returns to me and Ah had put a stop to mah life and mah wishes. Ah want mah baby now. From the man Ah love." Logan had been the only real family she had ever known in her life –well, some foster families were nice and tried to open up the quiet girl Marie had been, but they neither understood how lonely she felt nor did they really deeply care for her to make her feel better.

She was right when it came to his brother: Time didn't seem to mean anything to him, neither did a call from time to time. She would be old and gray till he would get his head out of his ass and figure out what was really important in life. "What you gonna tell the cub if it'll ask after its daddy?"

"The truth: That Ah loved their father with all mah heart, but he had had a bad accident in the past and needs to find out who he really is before he can move on. And that he doesn't know about me having his child… But that if he knew, he would surely return and love his kid." More tears ran down her flushed cheeks. "Until then, Ah'll give mah baby enough love for the both of us."

"A kid needs more than just love."

"Ain't like Ah don't know." She wiped her eyes - her vision was too blurry. "Ro had promised me a job as teacher at the institute. It would have been wonderful to raise mah baby there…" She saw his silent question. "For most people there Ah'm a traitor to our kind… Kids can be cruel, you know?" More tears welled up in her puffy eyes at the thought of her treatment there.

Silence stretched on and Victor didn't like to see this strong female cry – another uncharacteristic emotion for the mighty Sabretooth. "You just took what you wanted." He muttered after a while.

"It's just the way ya do things, Victor. Ya take what ya want." She rolled onto her stomach and folded her arms on his chest before resting her chin on them. "Ya would have taken me tonight with mah consent or without it."

"So you just gave in?"

"Nah. Ah wanted fun and ya wanted fun." She said with a playful grin. "Apart from that, most of the guys in the bar were – how would Logan put it – dicks or pansies." Victor's dark laughter rumbled in his chest beneath her. "Ah don't have a lot experience, but Ah guess sex with one of those jerks would have been … boring."

He didn't miss the twinkle of pure lust in her eyes and his hands wandered to her ass, his claws carefully scratching her alabaster skin. "You like to play with fire, eh?"

"Maybe…" She gave him a seductive gaze, batting her long lashes at him.

His eyes were darkening and his voice became huskier. "You could get burned, darlin'."

"But maybe it's worth the risk." Her delicate fingers run up and down his sideburns while her swollen lips drew closer to his.

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Marie felt slowly strength return to her wobbly legs as she lay with her upper-body on the foot of her bed while she was still bent over after their second ride, panting hard.

Victor relished in the view of Marie's butt still being presented for him to fuck, but his conscience told him that he might have already overstayed his visit. "I havta go now." He murmured and staggered to his feet, looking for his shirt.

"What?" Marie glanced over to the digital clock on her nightstand. "Ya kidding me, Vic. Ah don't expect ya to stay till dawn but it's friddin' 7:30 PM!" She had turned around and suddenly she was flaring with energy, glaring at the mutant in disbelief.

Victor felt her piercing gaze follow him through the room. "What?"

"Does it turn ya off that Ah'm all willing and horny for ya?" She climbed on her bed and kneed on the sheets her arms crossed about her naked breasts. "Or am Ah that bad in bed?"

"Hell no! You're talkin' bull now, Marie." He snapped at her. "I already told you I have to leave early."

"Ah thought ya meant to leave early to find a fuck?" Her scowl darkened.

"No." The seriousness in his voice was impossible to miss. "I meant it."

Marie felt kinda hurt, she didn't want him to move in, but why is her second lover fleeing from her like Logan did? - No, Logan at least sated her desire and knocked her up, but Victor was about to leave her horny. "What? Do ya have an appointment to slaughter some drug dealer?"

Victor sighed and sat down on the bed to put his socks on. "Not tonight."

She wrapped her slender arms around his neck from behind and trailed hot kisses down his jaw line while caressing his hairy chest with her fingers. "C'mon."

The feral growled amused. "You're really needy, huh?"

"Blame it on the hormones if ya like, but Ah wanna be fucked right now!"

Victor chuckled and searched for his boxer shorts. "I need a shower really bad. I'm all sticky and bloody."

"Ya're one to talk! Ah'm the one with scratches all over the body! Yours are all healed already!" She had left a few marks of her own with her fingernails. "How about a quickie in the shower?" Marie hitched her brows in suggestion. "Ah always wanted to do it in the shower." She licked her swollen lips.

Victor stared at her, her need heavy in the air, his member hardening once again. 'Fuck! A few minutes won't hurt…' "Sounds like a plan, sweetheart." He picked her naked body up with a lustful growl – groping her ass - and began carrying her to the other room. "You know, I could get used to be begged for sex."

A/N:

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CHAPTER 7

Marie was a little sore after her exercises with Victor the former night and hoped that she wouldn't have to run with the kids too much today. But before she could play with the children, Heather – a blond woman in her early thirties – introduced her to Camille, an assistant teacher about Marie's age, who looked a little misplaced in a kindergarten with her manicured pink fingernails, fake eyelashes and three inch high Prada stilettos.

The obviously fake blond shook hands with Marie, eying her from head to toe. "That's a nasty gash." Camille remarked, her gaze locked onto the two inch long scratch on Marie's back of the hand.

'Ya should see mah ass-cheeks...' The brunette smiled and shook her head. "Looks worse than it is. A cat scratched me."

"Must have been a big cat."

"Yep, the biggest I've seen so far." Marie tried her best to suppress her southern drawl.

Heather walked over to a group of children playing with building blocks and cars. "These are Jessie, Cameron, J.D. and the twins Sally and Hally." Marie couldn't suppress her grin and the older woman continued in a lower voice. "Their older brothers' names are Ken and Ben." Heather clapped her hands and got the attention of all of the children. "Hey, pumpkins, please come all here, I wanna introduce someone to you!"

The little boys and girls came all running towards them, their eyes wide. Most smiled, but a few were shy and hid behind the bolder children.

Marie crouched down to the kids with a gentle smile on her lips. "Hi, sweeties, I'm Marie." The kids all said a "Hi, Marie." in a chorus. "I hope we'll have a lot of fun together!"

"Yeah!", screamed a few and two girls immediately stepped closer to Marie, one reaching for Marie's white bangs. "You have funny hair!" "All white!"

"Like my granny!", put Cameron in and Jessie asked innocently "Are you old?"

Camille watched horrified, obviously glad that she wasn't center of those bold questions. Marie on the other hand chuckled amused. "No, honey. I'm not old. Do I look old to you?"

Little Jessie blushed and he shook his head vigorously while the other kids giggled.

"Why is your hairs white?" inquired a strawberry blond, one of her teeth missing.

Marie felt Heather's eyes on her – she was kinda testing her – and the young woman simply asked back "Why do you have blue eyes?"

The girl thought a moment and then shrugged. "Dunno."

"See, sweetie, and I don't know why I have white strains." Marie lied. "But you know what?" Her gaze traveled over all kids' expectant faces. "That's a good thing. Wouldn't it be boring if everyone would look alike?"

"Confusing like Sally and Hally!", yelled Cameron and the twins looked a little upset.

Marie inwardly smacked herself. "Umm..." She reached out for the two sisters. "Hey honeys, will you come here to me please?"

Reluctantly the two stepped forward and Marie eyed them for a long moment.

"What are you doing?" asked J.D. eventually.

Her eyes never left the two girls. "One moment please." You could see that the kids felt more awkward with every passing second and Heather was about to have a little talk with her new assistant teacher as Marie finally smiled. "You aren't completely similar." She lifted her hand and pointed at the freckles on the left cheek of each girl. "Your freckles look like a triangle, but your sister's doesn't."

"Huh?"

Suddenly almost all kids pushed forward and stared at the twins' cheeks. "She's right!" "Sally has triangle-freckles and Hally not!"

"Really?" The girls smiled at Marie.

"Yep, sweeties. See everyone is a little different and that's what makes everyone of us special."

All children smiled and the twins ran over to a mirror to see for themselves while Cameron and another boy took Marie by the hands. "Will you play with us, Marie?"

"Sure. What are you playing?", the brunette asked while she stood up and was pull away by the children.

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An hour later, Heather continued her briefing with Marie. She was impressed how the young woman had managed her talk with the children. They were standing a few feet away from the playing toddlers and she pointed at two children, one boy playing with Play Doh alone in a corner of the room and a brunette girl with pigtails playing house with the twins. "And those two need our special attention." Her gaze rested on the little girl. "Chloe won't eat properly, though her parents say that they have no problems with her at home. Otherwise she's a sweetheart."

Then Heather looked over to the dark haired boy and Marie remembered him to be the only child staying in the background during her introduction. "And this is Vincent. He's a really shy little guy. Hardly talks with anyone, only whispers. He's always playing alone in some corner and shies away as soon as other kids come his way." Vincent looked briefly up. "And he seems to dislike Camille. Every time she comes near him, he starts to cry like it's the world's end." Her features became concerned.

"And he's scared pretty fast, so don't do any weird noises around him. Last week we made strawberry sauce and he ran out into the garden and hid on the playground as soon as we switched the mixer on."

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Marie let her gaze travel over the eating children. A faint smile was on her lips as she saw Chloe chew happily on her pasta. Her eyes traveled one table further and Marie frowned as she saw Vincent sniff at his food. The brunette approached the boy and crouched down next to him observing him sniff at his glass before drinking. When he took another fork of pasta Marie had to smile as she saw his teeth. "Vincent, open up your mouth for me please." She whispered and the boy obeyed, flashing her his small canines.

Heather noticed her new assistant teacher looking into a child's mouth. She immediately walked over and Marie stroked the boy's head when she got to her feet. "What are you doing, Marie?"

The brunette walked a few feet away from the children and held her voice low. "He's manifesting."

"Manifesting?" The other woman gave her an are-you-nuts-look.

"His mutations are developing. Ah think he's a feral, that's why he behaves odd."

"A feral? Will he get fur like that ambassador?"

"You mean Henry McCoy? Nah, not necessarily."

Heather was confused and felt kinda helpless with this topic. She knew that there was the chance to have mutant students – especially with the new law – but she had always thought that only the fifth or sixth grade teachers would have to deal with a kid beginning to show their mutant trades – not her in the kindergarten class. "Okaaaay. And what influence has his mutation on his behavior?"

"The senses of ferals are very sensitive. He hears and smells much more than we do and Ah think it's overwhelming him." Marie thought about an example. "That's why he cries in Camille's presence. He's having a headache from her perfume." Marie remembered the time after she had absorbed Logan's enhanced senses and her trouble adjusting to her surroundings. "And the other kids are simply too loud for him, that's the reason why he always whispers. Everyone else around him is screaming in his opinion."

"Oh." This suddenly made sense. A lot of sense. Maybe this new assistant teacher could indeed help her with the children – other than Camille, who busied herself with pulling soil from under her nails – again. Her eyes fell upon her other problem child. "And how did you bring Chloe to eat without throwing a tantrum?"

"She doesn't like sparkling water. It's prickling too much for her liking." The other woman stared at her for a moment then her gaze switched over to the little girl, sipping from her still water. "She was thirsty and couldn't eat any more."

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A/N: Liked it? This was actually the very first chapter I wrote for this story about two or three years back (My stories all look like puzzles at first and have ideas for other stories in their files).

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They make me write faster.

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CHAPTER 8

Heather and Marie were putting the toys back into the boxes and shelves, while one little boy still sat drawing at a table - all his classmates were already at home or were just picked up. "Vincent is one of the few in the all day kindergarten program. His father is a single parent and I think he's a high animal in Langley." The older woman hitched her brows. "I mean that literally."

"His father is a mutant?" Marie was now curious to meet that man and maybe talk with him about his son's manifestation.

Nodding Heather further lightened her voice, now aware that the child might hear her even from the other end of the room. "He's charming the one moment and in the next he's creepy. I never wanna be alone with him in a room." She saw a black SUV turn into the school's parking lot and shuddered. "When you speak of the devil..." She wanted to make the boy's father leave as soon as possible, so she got the child ready to go – as usually. "Vincent, your dad is here. C'mon, I'll help you with your coat."

The little boy jumped up from the chair and let the crayon fall onto the stack of white papers. He ran over to the two women, his newest picture in hand and a shy smile on his lips. Marie grinned as the toddler came to a halt in front of her and held his drawing up above his head. "For you," whispered the boy and waited for Marie to kneel down and take the sheet of paper from him.

The brunette was touched by this gesture – she hadn't thought to be accepted and liked by the kids this fast. "For me?" A nod. "Thank you very much, Vincent!" She scrutinized the yellow and green dots and remembered the yellow flower she had picked on the playground to put into the ponytail of little Karin, who had cried about her damaged Hello-Kitty scrunchy. "That's a beautiful flower, sweetie!" Her praise made the child beam at her and she ruffled his hair.

"That's quite a honor to be presented with one of his drawings," rang a gruff voice from the door frame and Marie looked up with a 'huh?', startled by the familiarity of the voice. Before the young woman could get a coherent word over her lips, Vincent had spun around and ran smiling towards the large man, hugging his leg tightly. "Daddy!"

"Had a good day, cub?" A clawed hand ruffled the boy's dark hair and the small guy looked up into his father's smirking features, nodding vigorously. "That's good."

"Hallo, Mr. Creed," greeted Heather and even Marie could smell her fear in the air.

"Hallo." His blue eyes locked with Marie, who finally stood up. "So that's your new occupation? Could have mentioned it."

"Ya didn't ask," brought the brunette eventually out, still baffled to see Victor of all people in a place like this.

Grunting, he rolled his eyes and picked his son up. "C'mon, Marie. I'll drop you off at your apartment."

"Umm..." Marie wasn't sure if she was already allowed to leave, so she casted a questioning look at her boss. It would spare her the bus-ride cross-town. "Heather..."

The woman in question was still in shock that the new one was apparently friends with that creepy man – the same she wanted to leave as soon as possible. "S-sure." She held Vincent's coat out for Marie to take. "We'll see us tomorrow, Marie."

The brunette smiled and took the cloth. "Thank you! Bye!" and sprinted out the door and caught up with the two ferals, who had just turned to leave.

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"So, daddy, why didn't ya mention your bundle of joy?" Marie finally asked as Victor had strapped his son into the safety seat in the back and had presented him with a chocolate muffin and then sat down next to her in the driver's seat.

"I strictly differentiate between family and … you know. I don't want Vin get attached to someone and then he has to lose that connection again just because it didn't work out." Not that he usually brought any frails home – son or not – or would bother to see them a second time – the frails wouldn't have WANTED to see him the first time.

"It doesn't mean we have a relationship just because we ended up between the sheets." Marie hitched her brows in suggestion. "Even if it would happen again. It's just s-e-x." She caught sight of the little boy through the rearview mirror.

A predatory smirk tugged on Victor's lips. "So you wouldn't mind a repeat-performance?"

"Was nice last night."

"Just nice?" His brows went up.

She giggled. "Maybe a little more than just nice." A blush crept onto her pale cheeks. "Though Ah leaked the half day long." He laughed heartily. "Maybe that's the reason why Vincent said he liked mah scent."

"He did?" This surprised the feral and his eyes searched for the young boy on the backseat. "Vin, you like Marie's scent?"

The boy nodded while chewing, crumbles stuck to his fingers and mouth. "Marie smell nice."

"SmellS, honey." Marie corrected the boy, who repeated the word smiling.

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The next morning – Marie was half an hour too early due to the bus schedule – Heather immediately took the young brunette to the side, eager to learn about her and Vincent's father's relationship. "You should have mentioned that you know Mr. Creed. It's no problem since we don't grade the kids, but-"

"Ah didn't know that Vic, umm Mr. Creed had a son. Let alone that it is Vincent." 'But there are a lot of similarities.' The former mutant thought.

"Of what kind is your relationship, if I may ask?"

Marie felt herself blush. "We- we are just friends." 'with benefits' she added in her mind, but saw that her boss wasn't really satisfied with her answer. "Well, Ah jobbed at a diner and Mr. Creed is a regular there and we began to chat…"

"And how do you know so much about mutants?" Heather probed, she knew as her boss she wasn't allowed to ask directly if Marie was a mutant, thanks to the new law.

"Umm, Ah had a good friend… back at school, who was also a feral…" The brunette answered and was glad when the first kids arrived, eagerly introducing Marie to their parents or nannies.

Like the day before, Victor offered to bring Marie home, Vincent eating his blueberry-muffin in his safety-seat while the two adults talked about everything and nothing… and sometimes Logan. The young woman wondered what had happened with the boy's mother, but asking this in front of the toddler was a bad idea – and a part of her guessed she might not want to know the story.

So the weekend came and Marie had her shift at the diner. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, but tried to busy herself with wiping the tables and keeping her eyes from dropping close – she was so damn tired and her 'afternoon'- sickness didn't help to do her work either. Ginger-ale helped her usually, but today in the morning she had emptied the bottle, and Tina had already asked her suspicious 'If she was alright' when she had hugged the customer's toilet. Lucky her, it were only a few patrons at the diner and she was able to get a new bottle during her break.

Now the brunette knotted the garbage bag and neared the backdoor. With a sigh she placed the heavy bag next to the dumpster and slid the lid back. The moment she bent down to lift the bag, a large hand covered her mouth – keeping her from screaming – and an arm slung around her middle – holding her in place forcefully. Marie struggled and was about to bite the man into his hand, when she felt a familiar purr vibrate in his chest, her back was firmly pressed against. Hot kisses rained onto her tender neck and a husky voice rumbled next to her ear.

"Thought I take you upon your offer of a repeat-performance, Stripes." Usually Victor loved the terror and fear in his sex-partner's scents, but with Marie her sudden relief laced with the other smells made him all the more harder. He relaxed his hold on her, when her struggles subsided, enabling her to turn in his embrace.

"You could say 'hi', like any other person!" Marie's chocolate eyes were angry, the adrenalin still rushing through her system. "Ah could loose the baby!"

Victor rolled his eyes and simply crushed his lips onto hers, his tongue licking and pushing for entrance. After a while he began to smell her arousal and she began to kiss him back, her tender hands caressing the nape of his neck. His clawed fingers slowly slipped further south until they were under her mini-skirt, shredding her panties with one swift move.

Yelping, Marie broke away, staring up at him with a scowl. "Do you have to rip my panties?"

A frustrated growl escaped his throat and he spun her around and unbuckled his belt. He never was a friend of foreplay.

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Marie leant heavily panting against the dumpster, her legs still shaky. Her cloudy eyes searched for the feral behind her, when suddenly the backdoor of the diner swung open and revealed Tina, a long knife in hand. "Is everything alright, Marie?" She saw the young brunette jump in fear and look around her. "What was that roar?"

Marie felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and was glad that Victor had ducked behind the dumpster and out of sight of her boss. "Umm…" She searched for words – an explanation. "Dog!" Finally an idea dawn on her with lust clouded mind. "T- There was a really big dog behind the dumpster. Ah thought it would attack me!"

"Where is it now?" Tina looked left and right with fear.

Marie pointed down the ally. "It just ran away."

"You fine?" Her waitress nodded and picked the garbage bag up and threw it into the dumpster. "You better come back in."

Marie obeyed with a last glance at Victor, her heart still beating in her chest like it would run a marathon. 'That was close!'

As soon as the door fell close, the two women heard a bone-shaking roar. Tina bleached and locked the door immediately. 'This bastard!'

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A/N: I'm surprised that no one guessed correctly and saw coming that Vincent might be Victor's son.

I know there is another fanfic out there in which Victor's son is also called Vincent. This is indeed a coincidence (I wrote this chapter together with chapter7 years ago). After watching Origins, I had thought Victor's name was Vincent (I really don't know why?) and thus I decided to call his son Vincent, when I came upon my error…

Oh, and the muffin-riddle is also solved.

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