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"Is this the street?" Victor Creed asked, sparing a quick glance at the person currently seated in the passenger seat, Emma Frost. The forty year-old woman gave a quick nod in affirmation, followed by a toothy grin.

"Gah! It's so good to be home. I hope Frank cooked good meals for the kids! I mean his chef skills rival a blind raccoon's." Emma blabbed away. Honestly, Creed was having a hard time comparing this woman to the woman who almost killed him two days ago. But then again, he'd been through enough horrible experiences to know that you never mention a woman's constant mood changes. It could result in a smack in the face or a knee in the groin.

Never again. Creed thought painfully.

"Oh! This one! This house right here!" Emma exclaimed, pointing at a brown house on the corner of the street. Creed nodded and pulled into the small driveway.

"Well, it's certainly been…" Emma trailed off, obviously trying to find at least one good adjective to call the trip.

"I'd say painful." Creed mused, rubbing his now healed jaw. "But, y'know, we could go with interesting."

Emma smiled. "Sure… interesting. Listen, I'm not too great with goodbyes."

"Me neither."

"Well…uh…"

"How 'bout a handshake?" Creed asked, extending his large hand. Emma seemed to find this idea of goodbye the least-awkward, so she extended her hand as well, watching it being engulfed by Creed's.

"Take care." She paused for a second. "Hey, if you're heading to New York, I suggest you take the train."

Creed's eyebrows furrowed. "And why in God's name would I take the train?"

"Well…" Emma glanced at the truck skeptically. "I highly doubt this piece of crap would make it across the country."

Creed scoffed. "I'm sure this piece of crap will make it."

"Most likely not, and considering how much money you have, you'll run out of gas money before you ever make it out of Montana." She said smugly.

Creed narrowed his eyes. Damn her logic. "Fine." he grumbled.

Emma grinned wickedly. "Good luck. And say hi to Scott for me!"

Before Victor could ask who the hell Scott was, she jumped out of his truck and made a mad dash for her front door.

Victor watched as Emma's husband swung open the door, caught Emma, and did that cliché spin-hug they always do in the movies. After breaking from their passionate kiss, two kids flew in out of nowhere and clung to their mom like freakin' leaches.

Creed grimaced, mainly because he detested kids on any level. They were so small, and obnoxious, and wouldn't shut the hell up, and somehow were always covered in some sort of goop. He couldn't see himself ever having a little runt, but strangely enough he could see Jimmy having one.

Creed's eyes grew in horror. What if Jimmy did have a kid? Christ, that'd make him an Uncle. Creed wasn't sure he wanted to be an Uncle.

What if Jimmy-boy had a wife? 'Good lord,' Creed thought, 'I best be gettin' ready for some extremely awkward introductions.'

With disturbing thoughts like that running through his mind, Creed put his truck in reverse before he could meet the questioning gaze of Emma's husband. He had no idea what he'd say to the man.

Oh yeah, your wife and I go waaaaay back! I once kidnapped her for a psycho experiment and just a few days ago she beat the livin' shit outta me!

Good times, good times indeed.

Creed quickly drove down the road, wanting to avoid such a conversation, and continued onto the nearest train station.

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Victor hadn't been on a whole lotta trains in his life, but with his limited expierence, he could tell you how much he hates them. Back in the wars he'd been forced to take the train, and every freakin' time, he'd loathed it more than he loathed small children.

Sure, they're super fast and save you time and money. Yeah. Sure. Those aren't good enough reasons for our Victor Creed. See, he likes being in control of things. Not being forced to sit down next to some kid whose finger is so far up his nose, Victor wouldn't be surprised if he was scratching his brain. Or the mom of said kid, having just discovered what digital cameras are, and taking pictures… Of. Every. Thing.

Or the teenager who is yappin' away at her phone with her friend, telling her just hooooow cute! this one guy is.

Torture. Pure torture. Being shot 10,000 times in Korea was a cake-walk compared to this. Creed groaned and leaned back in his seat. Four more days of this. Four more excruciatingly painful days.

The old mutant heaved out a frustrated sigh. Jimmy better appreciate the extreme pain he'd gone through just to freakin' find him.

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"And here we are; Grand Central Station. We thank you for choosing us as your way of transport, and hope you enjoy New York!" The overly cheerful voice said, suspiciously-sounding-like-a-flight-attendant. Creed half expected a gospel choir to appear out of nowhere and start singing 'Hallelujah!'

As people exited the train painfully slow, Creed's anticipation to find his brother grew. He'd reach the moment of truth soon. He'd find out where the hell Jimmy Logan Howlett was.

Grabbing his bag, Victor Creed stalked out of the station, intent on finding Xavier's school.

It suddenly occurred to Creed he had no idea where the hell this guy's school was. He should've asked Emma for more details, instead of jumpin' the gun. Creed contemplated looking for a phonebook or getting a taxi, but suddenly realized that he had no money left.

'Wow Creed'', The mutant thought sarcastically, 'You're one smart son-of-a-bitch.'

"Ya lost?" asked a youthful voice behind him. Creed turned around to see a boy (or man? The guy was taller than Creed) standing there with at least ten text books in his hands. This worried Creed for a second, because the man-boy was having absolutely no trouble holding so many books.

"Uh…yeah, how'd you know?" Creed asked, raising an eyebrow.

The man-boy snorted. "You look worried as shit."

Victor noticed a twinge of a Russian accent in there.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Creed grumbled.

"Need any directions?" The giant offered.

"Actually, … I'm lookin' for Xavier's Institute For Higher Learning." He recited from memory.

Recognition flickered across the man-boy's face. The good kind of recognition. "Ah, no way! That's where I go to school. Do ya need a ride there?" he asked. Victor was a little taken aback by the amount of trust this guy was throwing at him. But then again, judging by how the man-boy was holding all those text-books, he could easily defend himself.

"Really? That'd be great," Creed said, feeling his stress fade away.

The giant shifted all ten textbooks onto his right arm and extended his left hand. "I'm Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin." Victor's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Just call me Peter." He said with a laugh.

Creed half-smiled as he shook Peter's hand. "Nice to meet ya, Peter."

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Creed was not gunna lie, ; riding in the car with Peter was a lot easier than riding in one with Emma. Maybe it was because Creed never tried to capture the man way back when and it didn't make the tension in the air so thick you could slice through it with a hot knife.

"So why are you heading to Mutant High?" Peter asked, cracking his neck muscles. Creed wondered if he was doing that to make himself seem more intimidating.

"Lookin' for someone"

Peter nodded, obviously not going to ask any more questions. "So you're a mutant, huh?" Creed asked, leaning back in his seat.

Peter grinned. "Yup." He then proceeded to hold up his right hand, which was suddenly immersed in steel. Creed couldn't help but have horrifying flashbacks of Emma.

"So what's with all the books?" Creed asked, point a thumb at the…well, pretty much horde of books currently sitting in the backseat.

"Oh, Professor X asked me to pick em' up for his new Physics class. Professor Summers was supposed to do it, but eh, apparently he was busy." the Russian explained. Creed nodded like he knew who they were talking about.

The remainder of the ride was in silence, which was completely fine with Creed. Honestly, he'd take this over a god-awful train any day.

At least thirty minutes passed, and Creed watched as they approached a sturdy looking gate, opening when the car got about three feet close to it.

"Well…" Peter glanced around, "This is Mutant High."

Now, Creed's visited quite a few high school's in his time. But most of his high school experiences were to capture teens with extraordinary abilities, which weren't very fond memories. The last memory he has of being at a high school was capturing that one kid…Scott something… the one with laser eyes. Hmm… Creed thought, wonder what became of him.

This high school, however, was completely different than what he's been too. The place looked like a college…an Ivy League college. I mean, there were actually decorative pools out front, and the whole school was covered in vines. When he'd taken Scott, Creed remember kids lounging about in front of the school, but they hadn't been running on water, guiding paper airplanes with their minds, or shooting ice out of their freakin' hands.

Peter parked his car just outside of the garage, and the two climbed out. "Peter!" came an excited voice, probably belonging to a young girl. Victor turned his head to see, bingo, a girl around fourteen years old ran up to the giant with a death-hug.

"Kitty!" Peter grinned, wrapping his arms around her. Creed had to laugh at their height differences. Honestly, the tip of her head just barely made it to his chest.

"Where were you? You promised to help me on my Algebra!" She pouted.

"Ah, sorry! I had to do some chores for Professor X. How 'bout you go and grab it and we'll work on it out here." Peter grinned. Kitty, seeming pleased with this, sprinted back towards the school, running through the wall. Wait…

Creed blinked twice. "What the hell…" he mumbled.

"Yeah, she really did just run though a wall." Peter laughed, slapping Creed on the back.

"Huh…that's a new one. Here I thought I'd seen 'em all." Creed mused.

"Oh, you'll see a lot of things you've never seen befo- Hello Professor!" Peter quickly said.

Victor turned his head yet again, and again, had to take a double take. A woman, probably one of the most beautiful Creed has seen in a while, was walking towards them. She had bleach-white hair, but looked to be around her early thirties. With her lean, tall frame, Victor could only think of one thing. Hot. He couldn't help but smirk.

"Who's this, Peter?" the woman asked, not far away from the two now. She looked even prettier up close, Creed decided.

"Oh, uh, this is Victor Creed. He said he needed to speak with Professor X." Peter explained. The woman raised an eyebrow, and Peter looked the slightest bit uncomfortable. Kitty, conveniently, just walked out of the wall with her arms full of papers and books. Peter gave her a relieved look, slapped Creed on the back again and nodded towards the professor, before bounding off to follow her.

"Nice to meet you, Victor." the woman said, holding out her hand. Although she had a calm appearance, thanks to Creed's super-senses, he could tell she was a little wary.

Creed held out his hand, five claws and all, and awaited her reaction. Seeing his super sharp claws, the woman hesitated on grabbing his hand. "S'alright, I won't scratch you. Believe me, I've had years of practice." He grinned, exposing his fangs. Her eyebrows furrowed a little bit, and she had yet to shake his hand, so in an awkward moment of silence he returned his hand to his side.

"I'm Ororo." she said.

"Orore-o?" Creed asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Honestly, what was up with these mutants having freakishly hard-to-pronounce names?

"Ororo." She stated again with a tone that showed that she'd been though this song and dance many, many times.

"Ororo. Whew, that's a mouth-full." Victor flashed her his most charming grin, which didn't have as much of an effect as he hoped, seeing as she only shrugged.

"You can call me Storm, if that makes things any easier." She said.

"Storm. Yeah, I think I'll stick with that."

"So why do you need to see Professor X?" Storm asked.

"Uh… I need him to find someone for me."

Thankfully, Storm seemed okay with this, so she nodded and motioned for him to follow, which Creed had no problem doing.

"Hey! Storm! Who is this?" asked another adult, running up. He looked young, with feathery brown hair, and a muscular build. He was also sporting some sunglasses which, upon seeing these, sent bells ringin' in Creed's head. Didn't the guy he captured way back when wear sunglasses? And wasn't his name-

"Hey Scott!" Storm smiled. Oh no. Oh,hell no. "This is-" Oh please God do not mention his name. "Victor Creed."

Annnnnd. Nothing. Nothing at all. The mutant's face didn't change. Then: "Victor Creed? You sound familiar…have we met before?" he asked.

Victor kept an eye on those sunglasses. Emma could shatter his jaw with a pure diamond fist… and Scotty-boy here could blast his sorry ass to China. "Uhm…" He coughed, "Nah, don't think we've met."

Scott raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him.

Storm, sensing something bad, hooked her hand around Creed's arm and tugged. "C'mon," she said, clearly wanting to avoid any conflict. "We should go see the Professor now."

Victor followed obediently, and damn Scott decided to follow. "So where are you from?" Scotty-boy asked.

Creed was just about to say Canada, but in fear of that triggering any memories for Scott, said, "Oregon."

"I hear it's beautiful up there." Storm smiled. Creed could tell she was finally starting to relax.

"Oh, it is. Especially on the coast." Creed said, and his mind drifted back there. He wondered if Junior was complain' about all the extra work he had to do now that Creed was gone.

They were now in the school, walking down the decorated, fancy halls. "So this person you're looking for," Storm began. "What are they? Long lost family?"

"Close. A long lost brother. Haven't seen him in years." Creed explained, feeling more anticipation build up in his stomach. Honestly, Jimmy could be anywhere right now.

"Well, I hope you find him." Storm said with a smile that made Victor know she meant it.

The trio walked in silence for the remainder of the epic journey to Professor X's office. Storm in the lead, Creed on her left, and Scott on her right. Scotty-boy kept on shooting Creed random glances, trying to remember him, and Creed knew he was in deep shit if Scott figured out who he was.

The minutes passed, and finally they approached two doors. Storm knocked, and that was it. She just stared at the door. No answer, either. Creed furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell?

You must be the visitor Storm was telling me about. A voice said from behind Creed's head. As a reflex, Creed jumped back a good two feet, extended his claws and bared his teeth. Storm and Scott stared in surprise.

A chuckle was heard again, and Creed whipped around, not seeing anyone. Relax., I'm speaking with you telepathically. Victor could only blink.

Who the hell is this? He seethed. Speaking to someone in person was one thing; having someone talk to you inside your head was another. Creed didn't like it; it made him feel oddly vulnerable.

I'm Charles Xavier. Or Professor X, as some people call me. Storm said you needed to speak with me? The voice asked.

Creed suddenly felt like an idiot. Didn't Emma say he could read minds? Oh uh… sorry, 'bout that. Never had someone talk to me uh…this way.

The voice had a gentle laugh. It's perfectly understandable. Now please, come in.

Storm pushed open the door, and Creed quickly followed. The room he entered was huge…he was surprised it could be called an office. With huge windows, light was filtering in. There was also a huge chalkboard pushed in the corner of the room. Is this a class room? heasked himself.

Actually yes. Physics. The voice answered. Victor whipped around to see an older man, bald, sitting in a wheelchair. Creed blinked at him. He didn't really know what Professor X would look like, but this surprised him.

"Hello there," Xavier said;, a warm, welcoming smile on his face. Creed felt himself trusting the man already.

"Uh, hey." Creed waved, his huge claws making a quiet whooshing noise.

"So you needed to see me?" Xavier asked.

"Yeah, actually. Word on the street is that you can find pretty much anyone you want,." Creed explained. Storm stood to the left the Professor while Scott hung back by the door.

Xavier smiled. "Did Emma tell you this?"

"How did you-" Creed began, but quickly shut up as Xavier tapped his head. Dang, this would have to take some getting used too.

"Looks like you've been through a lot to get here. Honestly, I didn't know it was possible for a man to detest trains as much as you do. Or get his jaw shattered that badly." Xavier mused.

Creed frowned, rubbing his jaw again at the memory. "I'm a fast healer." Xavier gave an understanding nod while Storm blinked at him in surprise. Scott's eyebrow rose suspiciously.

"So you're looking for your brother?" Xavier asked.

"Yeah, his name is James Logan."

Now both of Scott's eyebrows were raised. "Do ya think you can find 'im?" Creed asked.

Xavier paused a minute. "James Logan."

"Yeah, kinda short, muscular. Freakin' fuzzy face. Uh…oh yeah, big, sharp metal claws that pop out of his hands?" Creed asked hopefully.

Now Scott's jaw was on the ground. Storm looked surprised. "You mean Logan?" sheasked.

"Logan?" Creed asked. "He dropped his first name?"

Scott's face was one of pure horror. "You mean there's two of 'em now?!"

"Whaddaya mean?" Creed asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Victor, I don't need to even search for Logan. He's here," Xavier explained.