A/N: I've been an X-Men geek since the days of the cartoon from the 90's, so we're talking over twenty years. Ironically it wasn't until this year that I pretty much fell madly in love with Victor Creed and the entire storyline surrounding him in X-Men Origins. That being said, when I write this, I'm writing through the lens of this movie, so I see Victor the way Liev Schreiber & Michael-James Olsen portrayed him, physically, emotionally, historically, etc. I'll also be fixing the gaping continuity holes that the series left us with (thanks a lot Bryan Singer). It's rated M for language, violence, and what will be a healthy dose of other R-rated stuff…if you catch my drift. ;) Obligatory Disclaimer: Katrina is mine of course but I do not own the X-Men Universe or the characters from that universe but boy do I wish I owned Victor Creed. sigh…

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Her heart sped up as she watched them bring in Victor Creed. He looked every bit as formidable as his file suggested he was but there was something in his thrashing that suggested he was broken. As he disappeared out of sight with the others behind the doors to the clinic she heard one last roar of resistance from him. A cold wave ran through her at the sound and her heart slowed, every beat in sync with the anguish that came from it. Her eyes closed momentarily and she shuddered. When they opened again it was to find Professor Xavier looking at her in a way that suggested he knew something she didn't.

Irritated she narrowed her eyes at him and tore from the room. She loathed being read by him like an open book. Hated even more that she couldn't justify this hostility towards him when he effectively was the only reason she was even still alive.

She caught a glimpse of Logan before she left, the expression on his face indiscernible but the waves of guilt and turmoil coming off of him impossible to miss.

Halfway down the hall she heard the Professor's voice inside her head…"I'd like you to take this case Katrina."

She stopped in her tracks, began to shake and stalked back to the room they were just in. Her long black hair fell in waves down her back as she sped up angrily down the hall again.

Shoving the door open violently she approached the Professor, Logan at his side, "I don't want to do this one, I didn't sign up for this–

–It's the deal we agreed upon."

"BULLSHIT.' Her chest rose and fell with the anger now building inside, 'I agreed to help you with kids not fully grown men."

"And Erik what was he?"

Her jaw clenched and her nostrils flared angrily, the septum ring she wore suddenly much more noticeable as she did so.

"Mortimer? John? Cain? Jamie? Robert?

–ALRIGHT I GET IT."

"Hey, take it easy." Logan stepped forward his voice assertive and his stance threatening.

Her slender but shapely frame was accented when she moved, rounding on Logan now, her eyes turning a striking hazel color as opposed to the dark brown they were before.

He raised one eyebrow and before she could react Professor Xavier's voice entered her mind yet again, "Enough Katrina."

Struggling to suppress her instincts she took a few steps back, her breathing hitched, her eyes darting from the Professor to Wolverine.

Finally she turned on her heel and walked out, angrily slamming the heavy wooden doors shut behind her.

Logan crossed his arms against his chest, "…What the hell's the matter with her?"

"Katrina is an empath."

He snorted, "You're kidding right?"

"No." he turned his chair to face him, "I am not kidding."

"Seems a little belligerent for an empath don't you think?"

He smiled knowingly, "About on par for the course actually."

Logan said nothing, he knew too well that there were certain things about mutants he would never fully understand.

"You and your brother have been near immortal for how long now James?"

He furrowed his brows, "Something like 180 years…give or take…why?"

"The world is changing and so are you. Your brother's ability to heal is beginning to show signs of fading. Do you think we would've been able to hold him long enough to bring him here if that wasn't the case?"

Bothered he leaned against the desk behind him, "Alright so what's your point?"

"This may be the last chance your brother has to reclaim his lost humanity."

Logan considered him for a moment then dismissed the thought, "That ship has sailed old man."

He put on his jacket and was almost to the door when Xavier spoke again, "Do you really believe that?"

He turned around one last time, "You tell me."

And with that he was gone.