What if…?

A/N: Lottie's father was killed when she was 16 years old by an angry mob who accused him of killing members of the small village they lived near. When the police did nothing because of a lack of evidence, the villagers took it upon themselves to sort the threat out, attacking Lottie and her Father who fought back the mob to allow Lottie to get away. They beheaded him and put his head on a pike. Lottie returned and remained beside his body for 3 days before finally pulling herself together and disappearing into the night, killing the whole Village in revenge and then making her way towards the nearest city.

But what if this hadn't been the case? What if Lottie's father, Malakai, had fled with Lottie?


1965

"I met your mother, so it's just right you meet my father."

"He aint gonna lecture me on safe sex is he?"

Lottie and Victor sat quietly in the department H chopper Lottie had gotten permission to take on private leave.

Since beginning her relationship with the manic feral mutant, Victor Creed, Lottie had been pleasantly surprise with just how much he hid behind the psychotic persona he maintained around the general population. A week or so ago, He'd bundled her into a car and driven her to a quiet part of Vancouver, to a little town. Victor always maintained that he'd killed his parents after his father abused him and chained him in the family basement. Upon his escape, Victor's mother had supposedly tried to stop his father from cutting Victor's head off with an axe, taking the blow herself. Victor had killed his father while he was distracted by the corpse of his wife before running off into the woods near the Creed home.

But in that little nursing home, lived a woman who said differently.

Victor had killed his father. That much was true. But Victor's mother had lived and Victor, it turned out, was a mommy's boy. Victoria Creed lived in the lap of luxury in the most expensive nursing home in Canada, all paid for by Victor's team X salary. Lottie had been very surprised when she'd learned this and even more so when he'd had taken her to meet her out of the blue. So, a week later, Lottie booked leave and a chopper and had decided to take Victor to meet her father in England.

"Are we there yet?"

"We've only just left the ground. Have a nap or something." Lottie told Victor softly, going through her handbag for her compact. Sinking down in his seat, Victor grunted and yawned.

"He aint gonna try and sock me one fer datin' his little gal is he? 'Cos I'll hit him back Lott!" Victor warned.

"What makes you think he'll hit you?" She asked, finding her compact and flipping it open to fix her hair in the mirror.

"'Cos tha runt got a case like that not long ago. He was seein' some frail an' 'er old man objected ta it. Hit him square in tha face he did. Funny as fuck but I don't want it happenein' ta me." He explained, his eyes closed.

"He won't hit you Vic." She reassured him. "You may find you'll get on."

"What like you did with my ma?" One eye cracked open, a icy blue pupil glancing at her.

"Your mother's lovely." Lottie smiled.

"yer right, she is. But ya don't need ta encourage 'er in tha marriage area of my life." He cringed. "Fuck me, she really likes ta get on my back 'bout that." Lottie smirked and tucked her compact back into her bag.

"She wants you to get married?"

"An' have kids…" He confirmed. "Jesus, I only took you ta see her ta get 'er off my back 'bout me never bringin' a girl ta meet 'er."

"Awww!" Lottie cooed. "thats so sweet!" Victor's eyes opened fully and he shot her a glare. The woman beside him simply laughed and placed her handbag on the floor beside her feet."She said I could have her wedding dress for our big day." Victor's glare harder and he sat up, crossing his arms over his chest. Lottie continued to laugh. "Relax Vic, I told her thank you, but we wouldn't need it as of yet. I'm not interest in marrying you."

Without knowing, that seemed to hit a nerve and Victor growled, grabbing her wrist. "Whatcha mean by that?" Lottie squeaked and grabbed at his wrist with her free hand.

"Vic! I just mean I have no intention of marrying you yet! We've only been together for a few months! Jesus H Christ Victor…You say you don't wanna get married then go off on one when I say I don't wanna marry you yet." she snapped, pulling hand hand free. The answer seemed to calm him and Victor relaxed back into his seat, though he continued to scowl. Lottie's hand slid over to his and gently took it, her thumb stroking the back of his hand.

"You're a fucked up mess Victor Creed, and you confuse the hell outta me, but I love you all the same."


The chopper landed in a private airstrip on the right side of Birmingham airport. A car was waiting and Lottie gladly took the wheel. The feeling of being home was almost overwhelming but she was holding it together well. Besides, she doubted Victor would be happy if she started running round in circles screaming and laughing. starting the car, she shook her head. She was defiantly spending too much time in Canada.

"How longs it gonna take ta get there? 'cos I'm gettin' hungry." Victor settled into the passenger seat after some fiddling with the seat to make sure he could fit in comfortably.

"Not long sweetheart. He doesn't live far from here." She replied, a smile creeping into her voice. Victor glanced over at her, his eyebrow cocked.

"What you smilin' at?"

"I'm just glad to be home." She sighed happily and pulled off the landing strip.


Lottie had been right. It had only taken them fifteen minutes to get to her father's little cottage like home not far from the airport. Victor spent the whole journey looking out the window. He'd only been to England once before. near the end of the second world war. He'd been hired by some of Hitler's top men to carry out some killing during the war but as the Nazis' began to lose, Victor took his leave of their services and left Europe. He'd always been good at jumping on the bandwagon when the going was good, but he always knew when it was becoming a sinking ship, and would quickly jump overboard. It was what made him a surviver.

Upon leaving Europe, he'd used his Canadian citizenship to get into England. Back then, things seemed strange. He wasn't sure what he'd expected. Maybe he was expecting stereotypes to be everywhere and back then, they were. Everything was very British. very proper. It was weird. But twenty odd years later, it all seemed to have changed. England was in the swinging sixties and things were just as weird, but in a more hippy-ish way. It made him half glad Lottie only wore black. All the tie-dye dresses and flowery patterns were giving him a headache.

The car pulled up outside Lottie's father's house and the two got out. Victor was surprised to find it was a lone cottage in a quiet country lane, surrounded by fields and woods.

"I thought Birmingham was 'spose ta be a city?" He asked, watching the sheep in the opposite field.

"It is." Lottie nodded, getting her handbag. "But the outskirts have a lot of farm land still. It's a lot nicer here than most places inner city." she locked the car and began to make her way up the little cobbled path. "And don't even consider eating one of those sheep!" She called back.

"I wasn't!" Victor argued, following after her. "They've still got tha wool on fer starters."

The cottage was all in darkness, causing Lottie to scowl. "he better not be out hunting again. I am NOT going after him through all those muddy fields in these shoes!"

"Ugh, yer such a woman…" Victor grunted, peering in through the front window. Inside was dark apart from one small lamp, that gave off a small amount of orange light.

"Thats probably because I am…" Lottie retorted, crouching down to open the letter box. "Dad? You there? Its Lottie." She called. "DAD!" she yelled after getting no answer.

"Bloody hell girl. What have always told you about shouting? I'm not bleeding deaf." came a low but deep voice. The kind you don't want to hear in a dark alleyway. Lottie and Victor look up too see a man stood at the side gate to the property. His long grey hair was pulled back into a ponytail and his beard was neatly trimmed. He wore a crisp white shirt with a pair of braces and an old pair of black dress trousers.

"You never answer me though and I get worried." Lottie blushed, adjusting her handbag over her arm.

"You worry too much Charlotte. I'm not the frail old man you think I am." Victor thought that was an understatement. As Lottie's father got nearer it was obvious he must have the same mutation as Lottie and himself. He didn't look a day over his mid 50's and was as broad and muscular as Victor. He spared Victor a glance as he got closer to them, coming to stop beside the younger male feral. "And he needs to stop peering in through my windows…" Lottie's father growled, poking a clawed thumb in Victor's direction. Victor couldn't stop the growl that rumbled from his chest, his jaw clenching in annoyance.

"Daddy thats Victor…He's my…erm…." Lottie's cheek flared worse than before. She felt so silly. Like a teenager having to justify herself to her parents. That and referring to victor as her boyfriend seemed stupid at her age. "..We're together." Her father glance between them and cocked an eyebrow.

"I can see that sweetheart. Thats why you're not here alone."

"I don't mean like that!" She scowled and squirmed. " I mean he's my…y'know…boyfriend."

"Oh thank fuck someone said it." Victor heaved a sigh of relief.

"This?" Her dad eyed Victor once more, taking in every detail.

"You got a problem old man?" Victor finally snapped, not liking the way her father was giving him the once over.

"I 'ave now lad!" He snapped back.

"Oh God, please don't start fighting." Lottie muttered as her hand came up to cover her bright red face. "I just wanted you to meet him because…y'know…it's the right thing to do."

"Yea, well, I don't approve." Her father replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I thought you wouldn't somehow." Lottie's shoulders slumped.

"An' I don't give a fuck." Victor growled, moving to stand beside Lottie.

"He's got authority issues, haven't he?" Her father finally asked after a long, awkward pause. Lottie nodded, not looking up and Victor continued to glare at the older man. "I thought as much." He said, walking toward the front door. "well come in then, I won't have you both standing in my flower bed all day." To Victor's shock, the old feral patted his back as he passed.

Lottie and Victor stood silently as her father disappeared inside, leaving the door open for them.

"I am confused as fuck…" Victor finally admitted. Lottie merely sighed and headed indoors.


Inside was clean, neat and surprisingly spacious. Malakai, Lottie's father was roughly the same high as Victor, as well as build, so doorways, chairs and other things in the cottage had been adapted to accommodate that. Victor sat on the plush sofa looking round at all the trophies and animal heads on the walls.

"I like yer dads decorating style…" he commented to Lottie beside him.

"Seriously?" She looked creeped out. "I don't. I had to grow up with all this and it scares the shit outta me."

Malakai returned from the kitchen, placing the tray of drinks on the coffee table and sitting in a large armchair by the fireplace.

"Are you still working in Canada?" He asked Lottie. His daughter nodded and smiled, reaching for her tea cup.

"It's where I met Victor."

"So….You're Canadian?" Malakai cocked an eyebrow again and leaned forward towards Victor, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Yea. Is there a problem with that?" Victor mirrored his movement, not one to be intimidated. Malakai shook his head and sat back.

"Nope. Just old prejudice is all. No matter though, so long as your not a lumberjack." He smirked

. "An' what if I am?" The growl crept into Victor's throat. But Malakai shrugged, still smirking.

"No matter to me as long as my darling daughter hasn't gotta live in a bloody log cabin."

"Daddy….I like log cabins…." She argued weakly.

Malakai looked at his daughter blankly. "That might be true, but their cold, damp and they're usually in the middle of bloody nowhere. No daughter of mine is gonna live like a bloody frontier."

"Yea? Well I don't live in a cabin, an' even if I did, it wouldn't matter ta you 'cos your daughters mine!" Victor snarled, his arms snaking round Lottie and pulling her close, making her squeak. Her father, instead of getting mad, burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the small room.

"protective, isn't he?" He laughed.

"agreed" Lottie tried to wiggle free but Victor held onto her tightly.


they stayed at Malakai's house another hour or so before the light outside started to fade. saying their goodbyes, Lottie and Victor left the cottage and got back into the car, starting back down the lane, heading for their hotel. Victor had been quiet since getting back into the car. the more time passed, the less threatening the two males had become to each other. in all fairness, Victor was well aware he had stepped into another males territory and was also aware that Lottie's father would have probably smelt him all over her. That was probably the thing that got his back up. With a discreet smirk he thought of the horror that when though her fathers mind, knowing his little girl was fucking someone just as dangerous as himself.

"Your smirking again…I don't like it when you do that. It's usually a bad thing." Lottie commented from the drivers seat.

"I was just thinking…."

"Did it hurt?" Lottie retorted before he could finish.

"no." He snapped, flicking her ear. Lottie yelped and stuck her tongue out at him. "I was thinking. Your old man's not so bad."

"You think that?" She laughed her eyes looking between him and the road.

"Yea. Though I got the feeling he was fuckin' with me. Y'know, ta see what I was like." Lottie held back to laughter, knowing he'd worked it out.

"awww honey….you think that? really?" Victor eyed her skeptically.

"yea…I do."

Lottie smiled and eases back into her seat."I think he likes you though."