Welcome to a very Alternative Universe! Ignore the movie-verse story line for the most part (aside from Victor and Logan being brothers and Logan undergoing Stryker's adamantium injection and bullet to the head). I used the movie category simply because I can't write Victor without picturing Liev... As for the comic-verse, I'm adapting it as I see fit. The characters are the same, the names, etc. But It'll be on my terms/timeline. For instance, Victor's time with the Marauders happened decades prior to this story. Lots of decades.

Victor's memories, unaltered, contain his brother Jimmy. Jimmy's, or Logan's, altered memories are fuzzy to say the least, he has no recollection of his childhood, Stryker or his brother Victor. When Victor gets his hands on proof of not only Stryker's experiments but Jimmy's involvement and the effect it had on his little brother post-op he decides to make a break in to the laboratory responsible and get to the bottom of exactly what's going on. The only problem: even his thick skull may not be strong enough to break through the facilities walls.

Present Day

New York

Victor watched the explosives detonate around the facility. XX had been careful to destroy the entirety of the site. Or so he hoped. Victor narrowed his eyes against the brightness and smoke, still waiting for a sign of the X-Men. For once, he found himself hoping they'd made it out of the blast alive. Or at least one of them. Victor squinted, making out a lone figure emerging from the north end of the facility. Her dark hair was a tangled mess and her long legs looked about to give out. He smirked, lowering himself to all fours, he'd be happy to give her a hand.

Kitty staggered through the rubble, dust and utter destruction around her. Her hair was thick with dust, her clothes torn and stained. Scott had already assessed everyone had avoided getting utterly crushed in the blast and the crumbling aftermath. Now it was just a matter of getting everyone back to the jet. Logan was somewhere behind her, claiming he smelled something familiar. When she'd suggested hamburger meat he'd growled at her to keep moving. It was nearing sunset and she had to shield her eyes against the oncoming brightness. She heard movement to her left and instantly lowered herself into a battle-ready stance.

"You've grown up, kitten."

She narrowed her eyes, "Who's there?"

"Jimmy's not around, is he?"

Kitty's back instantly stiffened as she recognized the voice, she prepped to phase.

"What are you doing here, Creed?"

He dropped onto a pile of rubble maybe ten feet from her. Fangs exposed, black eyes glittering dangerously.

"Looking for you."

A chill slid down her spine, trying to keep her expression neutral, she asked "Why?"

Victor was in front of her without another word, one hand locked around her wrist, the other on her neck. Kitty smirked and phased. But instead of passing through his grip and preparing to beat his skull in, all she felt was a sizzle of electricity at her wrist.

"What the-"

"A present for you, sweetheart," Victor lifted her wrist. Around it was a thin, silver cuff.

"You really shouldn't have," Kitty muttered, eyeing the cuff and then Victor. "Why can't I phase?"

"It's an inhibitor cuff," he explained, his smirk only growing wider at her frightened look.

"How did you get this? The Professor told us-"

"An old friend owed me a favor."

Kitty squirmed against his hold on her neck, "So now what?" She wiggled her cuffed wrist into his view, "Your cuff is mine."

"Wrong, kitten. It's mine. So I suppose that makes you mine too," Victor said looking her over.

Kitty stopped struggling to look up at him, eyes wide, "What are you saying?"

Victor closed his fingers around her wrist, pressing the cuff uncomfortably into her skin, "This cuff is too valuable to leave behind, and now that it's on you-"

"No!" She kicked him square in the shin and could swear it hurt her more than it hurt him. Victor ignored her protests and lifted her unceremoniously up and over his shoulder. Kitty swore viciously and beat at his back with her fists.

"For every punch you land back there, I'll take you over my knee for just as many strokes."

She stopped instantly and Victor let out a loud laugh.

"You're a bastard."

Victor didn't reply, continuing to carry her further and further away from the facility, and the rest of the X-men. He entered the sparse woods behind the facility, weaving through the trees. Kitty was studying the cuff, rotating it slowly around her wrist looking for latches, hooks or anything else she may be able to hot-wire her way into- or out of.

"Almost there, kitten."

"Almost where?"

Without answering Victor yanked open the passenger-side door of his truck and deposited her roughly onto the bucket seat. She glared up at him through a tangle of dark curls, eyes narrowed to slits.

He saw mutiny in her eyes and warned, "Relax-"

Victor almost deflected the kick she aimed at his rib cage. Not wasting a second, Kitty angled herself towards the driver-side door, throwing it open and preparing to pull herself through it. A vice like hand on her ankle brought her up short.

"You're starting to test my patience," Victor growled, as he jerked her across the seat towards him. Kitty twisted her leg in an effort to throw him off but only succeeded in making him hold on that much tighter.

"You're hurting me-"

Victor ignored her complaint as he positioned her body beneath his, leaving her legs dangling half off the seat, and the rest of her wedged between his warm body and the seat at her back. Gathering up her wrists Victor pinned them above her head.

"You're not going to fight me."

Kitty let out a snort and Victor bared his teeth, continuing, "You're not going to kick me, or hit me, or lay one goddamn hand on me, understand?"

"Fuck. You."

His eyes turned to dark slits, he squeezed her wrists until she gasped.

"You're making this harder than it has to be, kitten."

"No, you're making this harder than it has to be!" Kitty replied angrily. "Just take me back to the others, we can pretend this never happened."

"You're coming with me, that's the end of it."

Kitty glared up at him, mouth set in a stubborn, furious pout, "Why are you doing this? Why me?"

Victor looked her over, from the high slash of her cheekbones to the set of her chin. She was furious, flushed and fucked.

"I need a favor, little girl."

"You're crazy if you think I'd help you."

"What choice do you have?" Victor demanded, holding her cuffed wrist in front of her eyes. "I own you, at least until this is off your wrist."

"I'm not helping you."

He sat up, leaving her sprawled out on his seat. Her hair a mass of curls, her diamond blue eyes practically glowing in the twilight.

"Without your powers, what chance do you have against me?" He asked quietly. Purposefully looming closer so his shadow covered her head to toe.

"I'm smarter than you think."

Victor smirked pushing her into the car and slamming the door shut behind her, "I'm counting on it."

He drove fast, the evergreen trees blurring to black outside the windows.

Kitty leaned her head against the glass, fighting sleep.

"Only a little while longer."

She jerked her head up, it was the first time she'd heard Victor's voice in almost three hours.

"A little while longer until what?" She asked, turning to look at him.

"Til we stop for the night."

He jerked his chin at a passing sign. It boasted of soft beds, warm showers and other homey comforts.

"Why are we stopping?"

"Because I need to sleep," he replied, laughing at Kitty's surprised look. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Even monsters need their rest, little girl."

She shivered despite the summery air. Before long Victor was maneuvering the truck off the highway. The motel was less than a mile from the main road. The parking lot nearly deserted. Victor rummaged around the back of the truck, finally producing a ratty looking knapsack.

"Wait for me," he instructed her as he opened his door to exit. He came around the front of the car to open hers. Kitty didn't budge, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

"Come on, you look exhausted. I'm exhausted," Victor said, lifting a hand to help her out of the car. "Lets go."

Kitty looked down at herself, "I can't go in there looking like this."

He followed her gaze, down the curve of her breasts, to her tapered waist, and past her hips. Her dark uniform had seen better days, torn and bloodied from the days events but despite its tattered state still showcased every perfect curve of Kitty's body. The close-cut spandex fit her like a second skin. Victor had to smother the groan that threatened at the thought of her thighs locked around his waist.

"I'll wait here," Kitty said decidedly. "You go in and get us a room."

Victor couldn't help but laugh, gaze finally lifting to lock hers, "Nice try."

"I'm not trying anything," Kitty protested, "I look terrible."

Victor reached into the car, gripping her arms and hoisting her onto the pavement beside him.

"I have a jacket for you to cover yourself with," he said, shouldering his knapsack and sifting around the back of his truck. The jacket reached almost her knees when she slid it over her shoulders.

"Where are we headed after this?"

Victor looked down at her swallowed up in his jacket, "North."

"Where?"

"Don't worry about it."

Kitty grabbed his arm as he moved towards the motel, "Please, just tell me."

He shrugged her off, "For a woman who's been kidnapped you're making an awful lot of demands, kitten."

She huffed, "I just want to know what's going on."

"And I'll tell you," Victor replied. "Eventually."