Okay, here's the sequel.

I don't own Victor, Logan, or any of the X-Men.

Rated T

Humor and a little romance

Chapter is short.

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VICTOR'S WEIRD NINE MONTHS

Month 1

Victor was standing in his kitchen getting himself a cup of coffee. He hadn't seen his brother in four weeks. He was getting ansty. He thought with that joke he pulled, he'd have Logan coming into his shop, but he guessed wrong. Victor sipped his coffee. He had been having food cravings too. He thought that was weird. He never got food cravings. He shrugged it off and ate all kinds off meat he craved. He ate beef, chicken, steak, any kind off meat he could find.

Victor finished his cup and put it in the sink. He ate breakfast earlier. It was only nine o'clock. He had toast, bacon, and eggs, but for some reason it wasn't agreeing with his stomach. He had been nauseous the day before, but now it seemed worse.

He tasted bile in his mouth and ran for the bathroom. He fell to his knees at the toilet and retched his breakfast in the bowl. After a few minutes Victor was done throwing up and flushed the toilet. He went to the sink and cleaned his face. He thought about going to see that blue furball, Hank McCoy, but decided not to. It would go away on its own with the help of his healing factor.

Victor packed his lunch and headed out to his truck. He buckled up and started it. He pulled away from his house and drove to his nail salon. He looked at the Xavier school as he drove by it. Soon he pulled up to his shop and parked the truck. He got out and saw that Maria already had the nail salon open. He walked in and saw Maria look up.

"Mornin', Victor," she said.

"Mornin', Maria," he said.

She looked at him with concern. "You don't look too well, Vicky," she said. "Throwin' up again?"

Victor nodded as he went to his office. "Couldn't keep my breakfast down."

Maria opened the fridge under the counter and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale. Maria followed him. He sat down at his desk, his packed lunch on his desk. Maria handed him the ginger ale. "It will help settle your stomach."

He nodded and took it. "Thanks." He took a sip and set it down.

A man and woman appeared at the door. "Can we see you, Mr. Creed?"

Victor nodded as Maria went to manage out front.

They sat down in the two chairs in front of the desk. The woman was a redhead blue eyed 23 year old and the man was a blonde haired brown eyed 24 year old.

"Victor, this is Stan," redheaded Jane said. "He's visitin' family and friends and I wanted to treat him here."

Victor nodded. He was feeling sick again but ignored it. "You just want them done?"

"Yes," Stan said. "Blue colored."

Victor took a hand and started working.

"Victor, how have you been?"

"Not well. I keep on gettin' nauseous and I can't keep down anythin'," Victor said.

"You poor dear," Stan said. "I hope you feel better."

"Thanks," Victor said. "Jane, I got a lover now."

"That's wonderful! Who is he?"

Victor chuckled. "My baby brother."

"Victor, that great! I'm so happy for you."

"Congrats, Victor," Stan said. "I just saw the most wonderful suit at a store today. I nearly bought it, but couldn't with having more important things to use the money for. And the clerk who greeted me started flirting."

"That's not surprising," Jane said.

"Yeah, yer one hell of a handsome kid," Victor said.

"Thank you, Victor. So, he gave me his number and wants me to call him tonight," Stan said.

"Go for it, kid." Victor started putting blue nail polish on his nails.

"I'm going to. I have this fabulous restaurant picked out," he said.

"That's great," Victor said, going to the other hand. "You want your nails done, too, Jane?"

"I'll take a raincheck," she said.

Victor nodded. "What kind of restaurant to ya have in mind, kid?"

"A nice Chinese one in the city," Stan said. "Oh, I hope he likes it."

"What's his name, kid?"

"Piotr Rasputin. Or Peter," Stan said.

Victor looked at him for a second, raising a brow. "Peter Rasputin? He's with the X-Men. Colossus is his mutant name."

"Yes, I know. I told him I already know a mutant," Stan said.

"That's good."

Victor finished up and sat back in his chair. Stan and Jane reached for their wallets, but Victor stopped them.

"Don't worry 'bout it," he said. "It's on the house."

"Thanks, Mr. Creed," Stan said, smiling.

"Yes, Thank you," Jane said.

"No problem."

They got up and left. As soon as the door was closed, Victor leaned furthur back in his seat. Nausea swept over him again. He sighed and put his feet up on his desk and closed his eyes.

After a long day, Victor entered his home and took his jacket off, putting it on the hanger. His stomach growled, so he went into his kitchen and made some chicken soup. Once that was done, he took the bowl to the living room and sat in his recliner. He didn't bother with turning on the TV. He just ate his soup and left the bowl on the coffee table.

He headed to his room and stripped to boxers. He got under the covers and closed his eyes, falling right asleep.

An okay first chapter, I think. Please review!