Summary: Stryker pays a visit to an old friend who owes him a favor, instead of gaining the man's business partnership, he get's two female mutant sisters; one a feral regen, the other a quickly developing telepath, and a third sister who's hi tech specialties make up for her lack of mutation. When they agree to join the team, how will the men react to three newly of age women, and how will Wade and Victor deal with a feral female that is finally getting the opportunity to let her power's shine? Will these girls get the boys to loosen up, or will the new feral cause Creed and Wilson to lose focus, while the other two girls distract Dukes and Bradley from the brutal lifestyle from working with Stryker?
Victor/OC/Wade, Dukes/OC, Bradley/OC
Jimmy is still part of Stryker's team in this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own x-men, sadly.
Author's note: I've written fics before under another penname, but now i'm giving X-men a shot. I am in need of a beta reader to bounce idea's off of so let me know if you're interested. I'm mostly writing this because it's always in the back of my mind and I just want to write it all out to clear my head.
Chapter One
Worn out faces, Worn out places
"What is this, are we pushing Bill Gates to create some high-tech weapons system?" Stryker's team stood in front of the wrought iron gate closing off the ostentatious manor, Wade staring at the back of their spineless leader's head oblivious as to their reason for being there.
"Wade, for the duration of this visit, I'm granting you a grand total of five words once we step onto this property." Stryker turned to Wilson smirking, "Otherwise I might have to let Victor shut you up for once." It was Victor's turned to smirk as he slightly extended his claws, silently threatening the Mercenary.
"Is this really Bill Gates' house?" Bradley asked quietly from the back, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "I'm afraid not Bradley," Stryker replied, "This happens to be the home of Serge Dassault, advanced electronics and weapons maintenance systems manufacturer. Monsieur Dassault has been ignoring my attempts to contact him about returning a favor he owes, so I've decided for us to make a house visit."
"So what, we're just gonna' rough him up a bit? Threaten him to give in?" Wraith glanced at Stryker hoping for a response.
"Something along those lines. However, none of you will be causing severe bodily harm without my say-so. Is that clear? Victor? Wade?" Stryker waited for the two to nod before turning back to the gate. "Bradley, some help please?"
The gate clicked loudly and slowly swung open on its motorized track as the group purposefully started the long walk up the drive.
"So does this guy not have security or somethin'?" Dukes murmured to Wraith, unfortunately the brawny man was heard by their "fearless" leader.
"Actually, Serge believes that his dealings with the "unlawful" portion of our country will scare off anyone from threatening him; as we are, unfortunately for him, about to do. According to the Intel I received, Monsieur Dassault should be home alone at this time, but just in case, I'll provide you with some information. Dassault's wife should be out with her friends having their afternoon tea. She's his very own personal Barbie doll. Together they have one daughter; BreAnna, she's 17. Dassault also has three other daughters from his first wife who died during childbirth. Francoise, 18; Alexandria, 19; and Thobie, 17. They should be at school, and then attending various afterschool activities. If it should so happen that any of them return, the situation will remain calm, we need Dassault to cooperate."
"Then why the hell did you bring us?" Creed huffed irritably.
"It always good to have some influence Victor; now, let's get this show on the road," Stryker announce as he stepped onto the front stone porch. "Bradley, the alarm, if you will." The electro-mutant touched two fingers to his forehead as he concentrated on disabling the high tech alarm system in place.
Stryker open the door quickly, coming face to forehead with the short Frenchman. "I knew you'd be 'ere sooner or later." Monsieur Dassault huffed at him as he glowered up at the Colonel.
"My dear Serge, you knew I'd come calling for that favor one day. Let's go sit and talk." Stryker guided the short billionaire towards the massive open living room to the set of couches in the back corner.
"Attendez!" Dassault exclaimed ducking under Stryker's arm, "We cannot talk business without drinks, and I assume you are not letting your…muscle to be impaired so it will just be the wine for the both of us? Unless, of course, you prefer American whiskey? I'm quite partial to it myself." Dassault asked smugly as he sauntered over to the liquor cabinet.
"I'm sure whatever choice you make will do, Serge." Stryker countered, sitting in the soul leather recliner, forcing Dassault to take a middle seat on the couch to his right after handing him a tumbler filled with bourbon.
As Dassault took a sip from his glass Stryker subtly nodded to his team. Victor and Dukes glanced at each other before sitting on each side of the man, purposely crowding him. In turn each of the team took their places, Zero standing off to the side of Stryker, his arms folded in front of him, while Jimmy, Wraith and Bradley sat on the opposite couch, eyeing Monsieur Dassault. Wade leaned against the couches armrest, opening his mouth to let out some retort about not getting a comfortable seat, but closed it quickly remembering his five word limit, not wanting to waist it on something as simple as a seat.
"Down to business, William." Serge pronounced, setting his bourbon on the glass coffee table.
"Yes, business." Stryker set his tumbler in front of him as well. "Serge, I'm assuming you already know why I'm here. So let me just ask one question; how much resistance are you going to put up before my team and I make you realize you've got no choice but to agree?"
Dassault stared at him, his jaw clenched, breathing heavily through his nose.
"Je veux…If this is how we are going to play 'zis game, I should let you know I was never good at games." Dassault resumed his smug bravado reaching for another sip of liquid courage. "Suppose I wait till my family returns 'ome? 'Zen you will 'ave no choice but to leave without my answer? Wouldn't want my wife letting it slip to her gossiping friends that you were 'ere?" he asked the question rhetorically, smiling bravely at Stryker.
"Serge, I doubt you'd want anything to happen to your lovely wife, let alone the beautiful daughter you two have? Or to Francoise, Alexandria, or Thobie?" Stryker looked up at Dassault over the rim of his glass, fixing him with an icy stare. Dassault's smile slipped for a moment, glaring at his old "friend", granting the team to see his moment of presumed weakness.
"Threaten me all you want William, but you keep ma Sophie et BreAnna out of this!" He exclaimed standing and pointing a shaking finger at Stryker causing the team to stiffen momentarily, looking to Stryker for orders.
The Colonel motioned them with a wave of his hand to relax and leaned forward, nodding to Dassault to take his seat. "Not worried about your older three, Serge?" He cocked his head to the side as he said each of his daughter's names again, looking for a reaction. "Francoise?" Dassault held his stare, "Alexandria?" Nothing, "Thobie?" Dassault's jaw clenched. "Aha. We wouldn't want anything to happen to poor Thobie would we?" Dassault's smirk returned.
"Too bad she is not 'ere, non?" He stood again grabbing the empty glasses. "Besides," he mumbled unconsciously, "J'aimerais voir que la chienne a puni plus." He glanced up quickly, hoping none of the men had understood his mumbling. Unknown to him, Wade had heard his comment and furrowed his brow, looking over at Stryker questioningly, the man's words translating instantly through his head; (Besides, I'd love to see that bitch punished more.)
As Dassault turned back to the crystal glasses, he slipped a knife out from the drawer, hoping to hide his actions with his rotund belly. Unfortunately, the trained men were up before the blade could reach his hand. Jimmy and Victor rushed him and grabbed each of his arms, holding him inches off the ground.
"Let go of me freaks!" Serge kicked his legs, his face turning red. "Me mettrez!"
"Now, now Serge. What happened to our talking business? Where's that french hospitality I hear so much about?" Stryker stood and walked towards the billionaire, his smile replaced by a cold stare. The rest of the team stood and gathered behind him, Wade slowly drawing his swords while Dukes cracked his knuckles.
"Put those away Wade." Stryker ordered, waving the men off.
Victor and Jimmy slowly stepped away, dropping the man none to gently on the wood floor. "Serge, agree to my proposal so my men and I can be on our way. I would really hate to put your family in such a delicate position." Stryker urged him, eager for his associate to agree.
Dassault looked up at him, unconsciously gripping his hands, glancing behind the opposing man at the team of mutants. "I…"
"Papa!" The front doors slammed loudly, cutting off whatever Serge was going to say. Stryker glanced over at the entrance to the large living room and back to Dassault.
"Daddy!" The voice called, more high-pitched than the first; the sound of heels clicking across the wooden floors announced they were getting closer.
"Please," Dassault looked up at Stryker, silently pleading with him.
Stryker waved at the men to look nonchalant, and sat against the couch, relieving the soul chair to the man of the house.
"Daddy!" The voice had finally entered the room, belonging to a fairly short girl, her bright pink skirt bouncing up, nearly revealing herself. The men watched as she trotted over to them, her matching stilettos clacking annoyingly on the floor.
"You are never going to believe what happened at school?" She gushed to her father, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing the air next to each cheek. After unwrapping her arms, she sat down on his armrest, crossing her legs, letting her skirt ride up revealing more of her ridiculous overly tanned thighs.
"Who are your friends?" She asked biting her lip attempting to look innocent. As her father floundered in his answer she glanced up at each of the men, her smiling widening as her gaze passed over the talkative mercenary, and falling when she crossed eyes with Victor. She quickly avoided his glare and looked over at Bradley, a small hint of disgust crossing her face as she mumbled under her breath, "nerd."
"BreAnna, ma fleur…" Dassault began. "So Daddy," She began again cutting him off, "guess who got in trouble? Again!" she said in a sickening sing-song voice.
Dassault stood suddenly, "Quoi?!" he thundered down at his spoiled daughter, causing her smile to widen.
"Uh huh!" BreAnna announced happily. "I wanted to beat them home just so I could tell you, so you'd be prepared! Aren't you proud of me?" She asked slyly, holding her hand out expecting some sort of reward.
"Oui, bien sur, ma fleur!" Her father reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of folded bills distractedly mumbling under his breath.
"Go to the stores, ma fleur, buy yourself somethi-," He was cut off by the sound of the front doors closing again, albeit this time more quietly. He looked up, he face turning red again in anger.
"THOBIE! Obtenir. Dans. Ici. Maintenant." He yelled. (Get. In. Here. Now.)
Before his other daughter entered the room, he was awarded excuses from Francoise and Alexandria, rushing to defend their younger sister. "Papa! You don't understand!" "It wasn't her fault!" The two girls stormed in with their younger sister in tow avoiding her father's angry gaze.
"I do not care! Every day it's some new excuse for her. I don't care, damnit!" He walked towards the girls, completely forgetting the presence of Stryker and his team, pointing a finger at the girls shakily, momentarily at a loss for words. "I want that….that…"
As he stuttered, Stryker's men watched the young women, comparing them. The tallest, Alexandria they presumed, stood protectively in front of the other two, taller than her father in black flats, skinny jeans and grey satin top, her brunette hair draped over her shoulders resting lightly above the curve of her breasts.
Next to her; Francoise, the shortest, stood glaring up at her father through her flat black hair cut in a sharp bob. Her green eyes accentuated by the thick rimmed square glasses she wore, matching perfectly with her band t-shirt, bright skinny jeans and similar converse. Glancing over at the men behind her father she pulled her laptop out of her bag, quietly typing the keys while shooting surreptitious glances at her father.
Behind them stood Thobie, the center of her father's anger; head hung low, her stare blank as she seemingly blocked out her father's anger. Sighing heavily she smoothed down her black fitted tee and basketball shorts, rolling her eyes and focusing her gaze on her matching Nike sneakers while subconsciously tightening her straight dark chocolate hair into a ponytail.
"That FREAK!" Dassault raged at his oldest, sneering as her eyes hardened at the insult.
"Don't you talk about her like that!" Alexandria fought back, raising her hand as well, pointing an offending finger in his face. "Just because you can't accept what happened 17 fucking years ago, doesn't give you the right to take everything out on her for being different! Mom wouldn't have cared! Besides, you don't even know what happened yet!"
Serge Dassault stepped back, mouth agape as he stood in shock for a moment at her words.
"You're not going to let her talk to you like that, are you Daddy?" The perky blonde stood next to her father, smirking at the three girls, excitedly awaiting his retort.
"What. Happened." He whispered through clenched teeth, fisting his hands at his sides.
The three girls looked apprehensively at each other.
"..accident." Everyone turned to look at Francoise, who had remained quiet since opening her computer. Even Victor and Jimmy, with their feral hearing only caught the last end of her mumbling. Monsieur Dassault narrowed his eyes at his hi-tech daughter.
The team watched as Francoise's muscles tensed as she looked up into her father's eyes. "It was an accident." Alexandria whispered, speaking for her sisters.
"What was an accident?" The team stood slowly, sensing something about to happen as they noticed Dassault's fists start to shake at his sides.
"They were dissecting frogs in biology and BreAnna," Alexandria glared at the smiling blonde. "BreAnna accidentally stabbed her with the scalpel in biology. Toby didn't even have a chance to concentrate on it before it happened!" Alexandria rushed out the last sentence, watching her father's reserve crumble.
"WHAT?!" He took a threatening step forward, pushing his eldest girl out of the way.
"She totally healed herself in front of everybody!" BreAnna piped, egging her father on.
It happened in slow motion for everyone in the room, one minute Dassault stood fixated on his daughter, the next, his anger exploded.
An echoing smack and thud followed a sharp backhand to Thobie's face and her fall to the wood floor. Sooner than she had a chance to hoist herself back up, her split lip healed before everyone's eyes causing the team to raise their eyebrows at each other in surprise. Angered even more by the lack of evidence from her punishment, Dassault sent a kick to her side, forcing her back to her hands and knees.
"Every time you heal yourself, I will punish you twice as hard!" Thobie looked angrily up at her father holding her rapidly healing side.
"I will not have a mutant freak dans chez Moi!" He shrieked down at her, aiming his expensive loafer into the side of her face.
Stryker's team watched as the family feud erupted; each of the mutants clenching their jaws at the previous insult.
Alexandria ran to her father yelling at him to stop as she pulled him away from the shuddering form sitting up on her knees. Expecting the bloodied nose and cuts to her face to heal, the men watched intently as Thobie gritted her teeth and grabbed her thighs, digging her nails into her skin; shocked when they realized her full concentration was on preventing the injuries from healing. Standing, Thobie tensely stared at her father, teeth clenched as blood poured from a cut above her brow and profusely bleeding nose. She spared a glance at the older men, looking away furiously as they took in her disheveled appearance.
However, it appeared as though Dassault was not finished with his attack. Unable to reach her due to Alexandria barring his way, he screamed at the shuddering form behind her.
"You are a freak, your own mother died when she realized what you were! You killed her when you were born! You were born a murdering freak, and always will be one! Look at yourself, you're pathétique! I won't have you in my house anymore! I will not have mutants in my house!" He finished stamping his feet like a child having a temper tantrum.
The room was silent as he seethed in anger, glaring at his "freak" offspring. Stryker's men focused their glares at the Frenchman, each silently waiting, hoping, for Stryker to order them to attack. Far be it from them to care about some kid, but they wouldn't stand by why he insulted their very nature.
Thobie stood in front of them all, the center of everyone's attention, shaking out of concentration or rage; nobody had worked out which emotion.
BreAnna took that moment to place her hands on her hips and step forward, "You heard Daddy. Shouldn't you be leaving now freak? Go on, shoo shoo!" Emphasizing her words with a flick of her wrist.
Before anyone could react, Thobie let out an ear shattering scream, causing BreAnna to stumble back into the couch; trying to catch her fall she waved her arms comically. Thobie lunged forward, shoving her father and Alexandria to the side focusing on the flailing girl.
Extending her arm out and curling her fingers slightly, five thick claws emerged from each of her knuckles, as if someone had combined Victor and Jimmy's mutation into a bite size female. She scraped her hand across the blondes face, throwing her into the glass coffee table; unable to hold her weight, it shattered beneath her causing shards to cut into her arms.
"Stop her!" The billionaire screamed desperately at his older daughter.
"No." Alexandria stood still, silent tears welling up, willing them not to fall as Thobie attacked.
"Stop her!" Serge turned to Stryker, pleading with his friend to use his men against his wild daughter.
For a moment, Stryker glanced from the feral female as she raked her claws repeatedly across the other girls face and stomach, deep enough only to cause scarring to the pathetic man. "I'm sorry my friend, I don't think my men would be too willing to step up after some of the things you've said." He smirked down at the man.
"Alex!" Dassault returned to pleading with his oldest. She glanced over at Thobie, entirely caught up in her rage and sighed, placing her fingers to her temples and closing her eyes.
In an instant, Thobie's clawed hand stopped in midair. She turned and looked directly at her older sister. Slowly lowering her arm she stood, looking back down at her prey, cocking her head to the side, before stepping away and shaking her head, as if to clear it. Her eyes hardened and she walked back over to Alexandria, staring up into her eyes, the two obviously speaking telepathically to each other.
The men stared dumbfounded. Well, as dumbfounded as trained killers can be. Glancing from one another, to the profusely bleeding body lying on the smashed coffee table emitting pitiful mewls, to the female feral who was now stripping off her tee and wiping away the excess blood, leaving her in a black sports bra, revealing a series of thin scars trailing down her back.
Wade stared at the curvacious young woman as the fabic rose up over Thobie's head, "Fuck me...." He whispered to himself outloud. The young woman turned giving the team a side view of her well-developed curves, "...fuck me sideways!" The merc's hands tightened over the handles of his sharpened blades.
"Fascinating…" Stryker's eyes lit up as he watched the two girls. Obviously the oldest was the only one who could calm the female feral.
He could use this; use them. He smiled at his men before taking a step forward, Zero rushing to his side, fingering the gun in his shoulder holster.
"Ladies," he began, ignoring the sniveling billionaire as he rushed to the annoying blonde's side. "Seeing how your….father…." He glanced over at the panicked man frantically trying to stop the bleeding. "…has decided he no longer wants you in his household. I'd like to offer you two," he nodded towards Thobie, while speaking to Alexandria. "A position on my team." His smile, perfected to look sincere washed over the two.
Alexandria's head turned to the side as Francoise; quietly standing off to the side of the room avoiding the previous situation, stepped forward, eyes widening as she spoke silently with her sister.
"I know. I know! Okay! Give me a minute!" Alexandria raised her hands, hoping to calm the pixie-like girl.
"Frankie has to come with us." She demanded, focusing her gaze on Stryker. "And where will we be staying? Where ever it is needs to have a dance studio, it's the only way Toby can vent. What?" She glanced back at Frankie before returning to Stryker, "Internet access too. Frankie wants her electronics moved to where ever we're staying. I want full control over whatever you are using my sister for too, she's delicate." She finalized by folding her arms over her chest, raising a brow at Stryker.
"And don't think I don't know what you do. Frankie's our whiz kid, and she's already told me the basics on you." She countered Stryker's fake smile with a warring smirk of her own.
"I see," Stryker looked the small female up and down, assessing how he could use her to his advantage as well. Wanting the feral to add to his collection, he nodded minutely, "I suppose we could work that out." He glanced back at his men and flicked his fingers towards the front of the house.
"How long would it take you to pack up your things?" He inquired back at the women. "If it's more than five minutes, I can arrange to have everything picked up later in the evening and we can leave now. I'd like to get back to base soon and get you three situated." He chewed the inside of his cheek, anxiously keeping his impatience in check.
Alexandria turned to her computer savvy sister, "Would you mind if we just left now? I don't want Toby to stay here any longer in this hellhole." Frankie sighed heavily, closing up her laptop and shoving it back into her shoulder bag.
"Yeah, let's go." She muttered, sighing heavily as the large group made their way towards the large oak front doors. The team followed, circling around the women as they made their way back down the drive to the transport aircraft waiting to take them to Stryker's precious island.
Author's note: If you guys could give me a heads up on whether or not you like the story, let me know. I'm planning on updating a new chapter once a week. Twice if it gets good reviews.