My writing folder is just so damned cluttered these days that I've decided to take a leaf from several other authors' books.

This is where I'll put the various ideas/drabble that I have loafing around not pulling their weight. If I ever manage to turn them into proper stories, I'll remove them.

Hopefully, though, someone will enjoy these little scraps.

HP/Xmen - Kit

The general stock idea for this fic was that one of the 'clawed' brothers impregnated Lily - who was just a pretty redhead nobody in America at the time. Fast forward to Harry discovering experiencing a traumatic event (Quirrell trying to kill him, or the Basilisk) which awakens his X-gene. Little kitty fangs, claws that slide out from the pads of his fingertips which are short but very finely edged and a low-grade healing factor. Tests to find the cause of this strange 'curse' reveals Harry's non-Potter parentage, which eventually leads to Harry looking for his relations.

He finds Sabretooth, who turns him into the government agency he works for. The agency employ a psychic mutant who can only affect those he touches, and whose specialty is breaking the human psyche. The agency's intent is to break down subjects - human and mutant alike - and build them back up to obey authority unflinchingly. A different type of super-soldiers.

The project is one of many that doesn't really work out and in the end, Harry is one of the few survivors. He's essentially a blank slate who follows orders from anyone he's been assigned to, and Sabretooth is one of them. Sabretooth knows the kid is either his son or his nephew, but enjoys training him to be the kind of killer his brother never really had the stomach for.

But, Sabre being Sabre, he eventually grows bored of a half-feral automaton and offloads him onto his brother with the vague idea of picking him up again once he's 'more fun'.

The timeline is a little twisty. After Origins, but before Xmen3 (or that movie never happened). Xavier has been working with Logan to help him recover his memories, but only fragments have come back. He knows that Sabretooth is his brother Victor, and with his increased awareness, Victor has come back a little from walking-hairball beast to general-asshole beast.

HP/Xmen - Kit

"The kid could be either one of ours." Victor drawled. "We've both been captains at one point or another. I gotta admit, though – he looks like you."

Proprietary clawed hands stroked through thick, dark, messy hair. The kid the hair belonged to didn't make a sound – nor did he yank away as most independent teenagers would. Wide green eyes watched him closely – looking for something? Logan didn't know what it was, but he felt strangely lacking.

"'Course" Victor continued "His little kitty claws look more like mine. And he's certainly got my gentle disposition." A fanged grin accompanied the blatantly contradictory description.

"I wouldn't figure you for the whole fatherhood gig." Logan grunted, trying to cover the noise the other x-men were making. And they thought they were stealthy?

"Well, what can I say? He grew on me." Victor returned flippantly. "The first time I saw his itty bitty little fangs tear a man's throat out.. well, that was love right there."

Logan glared and Victor's smirk widened.

"Tell you what, Kit." Sabretooth addressed the teenager who hadn't shifted his gaze once from Logan. "Why don't you show your Uncle – or Daddy – over there just what you can do. What I taught ya."

A shifting of lithe muscles was all the warning Logan had and he yelled it to the rest of the team even as the kid blurred into motion.

He definitely had Sabretooth's grace and speed – maybe even more – but it wasn't welcome news when that speed was putting him within striking distance of Jean.

Logan dove forward to stop the kid but missed by inches. His fingers brushed the kid's shirt but he was currently unwilling to unsheathe his claws and stop him terminally.

He had to trust that the X-men – who had more experience in fighting to a stop and not to death – to handle themselves.

Jean shouted with pain as a swipe of slender fingers resulted in a burst of blood and four thin lines sliced through her suit and skin just over her breast. She jerked back to dodge the follow-up swipe at her throat and raised a hand in frantic defense.

The kid froze in place but almost instantly let out a sound of such animalistic terror that – in shock – Jean dropped him right afterward.

Logan swore and dove again to catch the kid as he shook off whatever had frightened him and lunged again for their telekinetic. This time he was successful and wrapped thickly-muscled arms around the kid's torso, crushing him back into his chest.

Behind him he could feel the heat of Cyclops' fight against Sabretooth and feel Storm's icy winds buffet them all.

Having the kid this close, squirming frantically to escape, brought his scent unmistakably close.

Holy shit.

Somehow.. without knowing what he was smelling or how the hell it worked.. some part of his hind brain – some human instinct, mutated or not – knew that Sabretooth had spoken the truth.

This kid, somehow, in some way.. was related to him. They were family.

Unable to escape, the kid brought both hands down against any stretch of skin he could find, tearing up Logan's arms and face, back and neck. He jerked his head away to minimize jugular damage but mostly tried to ignore it – the rapid stinging slices healed just as quickly as they were caused, after all. Fortunately, the short brat didn't have the reach or flexibility to do more than nick his eyes.

Jean shook herself and stepped forward to try and calm the boy – telepathically of course. For a split second the boy stilled.

Then he snarled, the noise loud – and just as feline as Sabretooth's – and angry. The claws lashing at Logan abruptly vanished as every inch of the body he was holding strained forwards to try and attack the Jean instead.

"Yeah, don't do that again." Logan grunted, locking his arms and seriously considering throwing the kid on the ground and sitting on him.

...Except the kid was so damn skinny – seriously, skin and bones here – he was half-afraid his weight might snap him in half.

"Absolutely" Jean muttered, face drawn and pale. "The poor thing.."

"'The poor thing' has made you in need of stitches." Logan reminded her sourly, eyes flickering to the thin little cuts that were still bleeding (too much) before turning himself a little so he could keep an eye on the fight behind him. Cyclops, the pansy, was annoying Sabretooth just enough to stay alive.

"His mind, Logan." Jean just whispered faintly from behind him – as if speaking the words aloud would somehow make them worse. "His mind has been torn apart. I don't think there's anything... I mean..."

Logan growled, deep in his chest. He didn't want to hear the end of that sentence. Jean shut up, but unexpectedly, so did the kid in his arms. With the same abruptness he'd attacked with, the kid fell silent and still.

Sabretooth glanced over and laughed, yellowed fangs gleaming.

"That's how you do it, brother." He advised mockingly. "Gotta be the animal to talk to one."

A rapid, unexpected blow (holy shit when did Sabretooth get that fast?) caught Cyclops badly and flung the man away from him – unconscious, or near enough. Storm fell back to cover him, her dark eyes flickering around to check her options. Jean edged out from behind Logan, ready to fight.

But Sabretooth didn't engage them again. He leered, once, at Jean's blood-covered breasts, before turning those oddly mocking eyes back to Logan.

"I think I'll let you handle him for awhile." The bearded man announced lazily. He wasn't even out of breath from the fight. "You've always been the more cuddly of us, little brother. I'll come get him when I'm ready."

With that last promise he turned and bolted out of the room, a smashing of glass heralding his exit.

Cyclops groaned as he got enough wits about him (finally) to get up. Jean hurried over to him and Storm walked over to eye the kid standing placidly in Logan's arms.

Her wary gaze flickered from the kid to Logan himself, clearly curious as to how to handle the feral mutant.

Logan just raised his eyebrows in what he hoped expressed his best 'Are you kidding me/do I look like a babysitter to you?' expression.

Storm rolled her own eyes, just slightly, and turned a look of forced calmness and kindness on the boy.

"Hello, my name is Storm. What's yours?" She asked gently.

The kid was silent, though he watched her like a cat watched its ignorant prey.

"Answer her." Logan grumbled, jostling the kid a little.

The kid swallowed even as Storm shot him a reproachful look.

"Kit." The young, rough voice answered. Logan raised his eyebrows, this time in surprise.

"Cute." He said sarcastically. "People are just gonna tremble when they hear that one. What's your real name?"

The kid just shook his head sharply, the black mess of hair going everywhere.

"Kit." He repeated, his voice strained.

"Logan." Storm and Logan glanced over at Jean, who was propping Cyclops up on one shoulder.

"He doesn't have any other name." She whispered tightly. "And you'll have to watch him. He won't listen to anyone else but you – except Sabretooth. His mind.. he.. he can't be reasoned with. He can't think clearly enough for that. We can ask the Professor to have a look, but... I'm sorry, Logan."

Logan shot her a dark look and experimentally loosened his grip on the kid.

He didn't move, just stood – swaying on his feet a little – and watched the people around him.

0o0o Later 0o0o

"Don't be a dick, man." The blond mutant scolded his friend, shouldering past him to smile at the cornered new guy.

"Hi, I'm Bobby." He offered his hand, deliberately keeping it in the air as the hunched kid looked suspiciously at it, then his face, then glanced around as if looking for the catch.

He held out his hand.

Bobby beamed as he carefully took the other mutant's hand and shook it, paying extra attention so he didn't accidentally freeze the kid The other boy's hand was limp and dry in his grip, sliding out as soon as Bobby released him.

Bobby's smile, getting a little stiff now from being held for so long, froze as the newbie finally smiled back.

It was a small, ugly thing and it transformed his wary expression into malicious glee.

Rouge screamed.

"Oh mah God! Bobby! Your hand!"

Confused, he glanced at her face – twisting in horror – then down at his hand.

Blood was pouring from it, from five deep slices he could see but he couldn't feel.

Shocked, barely comprehending, he looked back up at the younger boy. Had he...?

He had.

And it hadn't been an accident. He didn't look frightened or remorseful at all. He just stood there, smiling.

Satisfied.

Bobby's legs dropped out from under him as he crumpled to the floor, unconscious before he finished falling.

Kit's smile followed him down.

Or

Because I didn't like all the fiddling involved in making Logan know his brother

"What, you don't recognise him?" The man asked mockingly. "Your brother did. Took one sniff and knew right off that he was family... a little baby Logan. With little baby claws."

Logan's dark eyes shifted from the sneering suit to the skinny kid with scruffy hair. The teenager could have been any one of the many mutants running around Xavier's school, were it not for the fact that he did smell so eerily familiar.

It didn't mean anything, though. With great stretches of nuthin' in his memory, it might just mean he'd known this kid sometime 'before'.

Somehow.

"No? Don't believe me?" The suit asked eagerly. Logan switched his attention back with a vicious glare. He did not like the prick's tone...

A nod from the suit had the soldier standing behind the kid step forward. Light glinted off a knife, pressed against the kid's throat, only just long enough for the mutants in the room to realise it was there.
Then the solider slid it through the kid's throat with silken ease, unflinching as blood sprayed out in its wake and the kid choked soundlessly in pain and terror.

Gasps and screams were drowned out by a feral roar and Logan lunged forward, blades sweeping up to kill the murdering bastard.

The coward kept the kid's body between them, one arm threaded through the kid's and one hand fisted in his pitch black hair. Logan barely felt the impact as a mass of other soldiers converged on him, slamming their weight against him, attempting to wrestle his deadly hands away from them.

He didn't see them. He only had eyes for the line of bubbling red in a stretch of pale sweaty skin.. a line that was slowly closing over, leaving unmarked skin behind.

Dimly, he realised that his claws had retracted.

"Starting to believe now?" The suit's voice was as smug as his expression. Logan didn't spare him a glance, his eyes instead tracing the kid's face one more time.

Could it be possible? Could it be? He didn't even know how old he was, whose to say he hadn't had a kid?

Wide green eyes suddenly locked with his and Logan almost flinched at the unspoken pleading in them.

He set his jaw. Trick or not, his kid or not.. this was still a kid who was in the hands of monsters.

"What do you want?" He growled at the suit, finally taking his eyes off his.. the kid.

"Who, me? Oh, nothing." The suit said flippantly. "But I do have orders. I guess one of my bosses doesn't like you. 'Cause I got strict instructions to make sure you knew the kid was yours before I did it."

"Did what?" Logan growled, knowing he wouldn't like the answer.

The suit smiled, drew his gun, turned and fired.

More screams.

The kid's head rocketed back, blood and brain matter splattering the soldiers behind him.
The body sunk quietly to its knees then fell backwards, legs bending awkwardly underneath him. Empty eyes stared upwards.

Logan drew a deep, terrible breath.

"Waitwaitwait!" The suit almost giggled. "The best bit happens next."

Sure enough, before their eyes, the body jerked and resumed breathing. The bullet hole visibly shrank and the lethal wound vanished without a trace.

Eyes that hadn't even had time to grow glassy blinked blankly up at the ceiling.

End

In this version, Harry knew which of the brothers was his father but never got the chance to make it known. He went through formal channels to find his father which twigged the government's radar and he was 'escorted' to meet the only relative they had on file, only to get shot and - as a result - loose all memory of Hogwarts, being a wizard, why he was there etc. I also had some thought to having him be a bit more brain damaged. His healing factor was never intended to be as good as either of his potential father's and I figured it was blind (comic book) luck that had Logan experience massive brain trauma and only lose memories.

As you can probably tell, I could never really nail down what I wanted to happen and how. This was one vague idea that never really got defined.