Silverfox Lining Chapter 4
By Cadet Deming
I don't own the rights to X-Men or the Wolverine Origins Movie, Marvel and Fox Studios do, so please don't sue. I work in litigation so you wouldn't want to anyhow. Based on movie continuity. Wolverine/Kayla Silverfox/Victor Creed/Team X. Rated T for adult language, adult situations, and violence, but may go up to M later. Romance/Dark Comedy/Suspense Set in the 1970's. Reviews are very welcome please-).
7 Months Later, Prison Cells, Three Mile Island
"Rise and shine, rich bitch!" Victor shouted into Emma Frost's cell.
"Can't they just issue a wakeup call, so I wouldn't have to hear you two every morning," she replied grumpily.
"Yeah, because a nuclear plant is a place anyone wants to hear any unnecessary alarms. Why'd they have to build this place at a nuclear energy plant? If they wanted to pick a spot no one would want to poke around in, they could've built it in Wichita or the ghetto or Stryker's bedroom. Like I don't have enough problems with cancer already," Wade said.
He started laughing at his own joke. It sounded like a high-pitched shriek.
"You have the laugh of a psychotic fairy," Emma said.
"Psychotic fairy: yeah that sums him up perfectly," Victor said.
"Kiss my ass in Macy's window," Wade replied.
"Way to go, team unity!" Tabitha called out from her neighboring cell.
"I miss Macy's, and Bloomingdale's, and Saks. I hate my life," Emma said covering her face to drown out the ugly reality of her surroundings.
"Actually ice queen, I have inside information about your old life. Come here and I'll whisper it to you," Victor said.
He had those horrible claws out again, which he poked through the bars in her cage. She didn't think he ever cleaned them. If she had his condition, she would at least get a French manicure. He smiled at her predatorily.
"No," she said, not wanting to get close to him.
"I said come here," he replied, growling.
"Hey no secrets. I'm the eyes and ears of this place," Wade pouted.
Emma saw both Tabitha and Wade were staring at them with identical jealous expressions on their faces.
"I thought you were the mouth," Emma said.
"If I wanted the whole base to know by noon I'd tell you, but I don't, so go away. I'm pulling rank," Victor threatened.
"You may not be the king of the jungle forever, asshole," Wade said.
"I'm immortal," Victor said snidely.
"We'll see about that. And for the record: I fucked your parents," Wade muttered.
Emma saw him mouth the words: "Call me" to Tabitha before he made a few more obscene gestures at Victor's back and finally slunk away.
"Anyhow like I was saying, inside information," Victor said.
Emma transformed into her diamond form and reluctantly stepped towards him.
"Your sister will be here this weekend," he whispered.
"You kidnapped her too?" she said, horrified at the thought of Kayla being locked in one of these cages.
"No, she's of more use to us on the outside. She's here for a little family reunion, as proof of how…cough…cough…hospitable we're being to you. It'll be a short visit," his voice was louder.
"What are you making her do?"
"Oh I'm not going to tell you everything. But let's just say your big sis and I are getting really close, as in 'keep it in the family' close."
Emma didn't like what he was insinuating.
"My sister wouldn't let an animal like you touch her with a ten-foot pole."
"You know what animal you remind me of? An insect, with your shiny little exoskeleton and your queen bee attitude."
"I think you're just frustrated because I won't open my shell for you."
"Don't flatter yourself Frost. Screwing you, would be like putting my dick in an ice sculpture. Kayla on the other hand seems so much hotter than you could ever be."
"Um, hello. Girlfriend one cell over, remember," Tabitha said.
"Since when have you been my girlfriend? I'm not domesticated," Victor said arrogantly.
"But I thought that we…that you and I…hey does that mean I can see other mutants?" Tabitha said.
Victor sauntered over to her cage.
"No, I can see other people. If you touch anyone else, I'll rip your throat open as well as his."
"But that's not fair!"
"My territory, my rules. Hey isn't it about time for your daily shower privileges?"
Emma was well aware of Tabitha and Victor's "shower privileges". They would both disappear for a few hours. When they came back, he was usually purring. She was usually covered in new bite and scratch marks.
"I don't think I need one today. I didn't do anything to get dirty yesterday," Tabitha replied, passive aggression in her voice.
"I wasn't asking you. I was telling you," Victor growled threateningly.
"No," Tabitha replied.
Emma wouldn't tell her to her face, but she was a little impressed. The girl was finally showing some backbone.
"You wouldn't want me to withdraw my offer of being your character witness before Stryker for parole now, would you?" he said, extending his claws again.
Emma had a feeling the promises of "parole" were as far off as Colonel Stryker's promises to give Wade Adamantium blades.
"Fine," Tabitha said.
Victor led Tabitha into the corridor, his claws draped over her shoulder possessively. Tabitha gave Emma a look that seemed to say "Help me," as she was led down the hall. Emma almost felt sorry for her. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to have to be intimate with a man as a result of following orders.
Beaver's Corners, Kayla's Cabin
Kayla let Logan into her cabin. Even though she had the ability to control him through touch, she still felt a little nervous. Thunderclaps rumbled in the distance.
"Thanks again for bringing me soup. It seems like you're the only person in this whole town that didn't catch the flu outbreak," she said.
"I have a strong immune system. Really strong. I guess you could say it runs in my family," he said.
Kayla thought of his brother. She realized that was what was making her so nervous. They both had that same carnivorous quality, underneath a veneer of dry wit. She saw him give an appraising glance through the small room.
"Funny, I've been courting you for a whole month and this is the first time I've seen the inside of your place," he said.
"Did you just say 'courting'?"
"I'm old-fashioned. Really old-fashioned."
"You do act like a man from another era. A soldier and a gentleman."
He chuckled and smiled. She loved his smile, but he did it so little. It was one of the only times the haunted look left his face.
"How come you don't have a dining room table?" he asked, with an eyebrow raised quizzically.
"Oh, a wild animal got in and ruined it. I just never got around to getting a new one. They're so expensive, and I'm on a teacher's salary."
She hated having to lie.
"I could make you a new one. I'm really good with my hands. Really, really good," he said.
"I'm sure you are," she said, thinking of the bone claws she had been warned about.
He kept them hidden though. Unlike Victor, who seemed to flaunt his difference with pride. What other differences did the brothers have?
Logan reached under her chin and tilted her face up to kiss him. His hand felt rough, lived in, but his movements were surprisingly gentle. She parted her lips and felt him.
He growled and pushed her against the couch. He took off the tight white undershirt he'd been wearing. His body was amazing. Every part was tight with muscle and sinew. It was like power incarnate.
Logan crawled on top of her, sliding one of his legs between hers. She groaned in response, closing her eyes. A thunderclap shook her home. Kayla opened her eyes and saw Victor looming over her, pinning her against the couch.
"No! You're too much like him!" she shouted in panic.
"Kayla! What did I do? Who's 'him'"? Logan replied, sitting back.
She realized she had been hallucinating.
"I'm, I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me. I was…I was in an abusive relationship with an ex-boyfriend who attacked me, and I sometimes get flashbacks," she lied, hating herself for it but needing a cover story for her behavior.
"I would never, ever do something like that. I'm not like that. Who is he? I can kill him for you. No one hurts the people I care about," he said his voice switching from shock to rage.
"It's ok. The guy died in Nam. I just, needed to be honest with you."
"Honest, huh? So that's why you've been keepin your distance from me," he said, getting off of the couch and staring outside.
"This doesn't change anything between us. I've been in therapy for it."
"Therapy? It's a scam. Real life is my therapy. I know all about shellshock or post-traumatic stress disorder or whatever they're callin it this decade."
"Sometimes, the best thing to do is talk about it. I get the impression you're not naturally the chatty type," she said.
Logan stared at her, like he was making a decision. He sat back down next to her and took her hand.
"You've been honest with me. I'm gonna trust you. I'm gonna tell you everything."
To Be Continued
Author's Note: Ok, there's an obvious animal metaphor running through this. Three guesses what Wade's species is-) And I apologize if anything in the romantic sections seems familiar. It's so hard to do without sounding like a cliché.