For all of you who have been waiting, its not as easy without a co conspirator to bounce ideas off of, but I've finally started something completely new, yes its Victor, a combination of Wolverine Origins Victor/Comicverse Victor.

I don't own them, and after watching the new Iron Man movie, I have Victor in my head after a long nap, awake and screaming so here we go again. They are the property of Marvel Universe with the exception of any original characters I create, and dear fans, you know I will.

Call this a Man Woman Wild with mutants if you will...well sorta, they aren't married and don't even like each other - yet.

This Chapter dedicated to IsabelleBlue - Just for you.

Chapter 8

He gripped the side of the plane and glared at the group in front of him. The blueboy he'd seen on television was some Ambassador or something. The weather witch still owed him a scream but he doubted Jags would let him make her give it to him. He didn't know the big guy, but the way little Houdini there – Kitty they called her ran to him, he must be the one he'd smelled all over her on the plane. It was the man in the middle that had all his attention…all six blades out and snorting like a bull ready to charge.

"Now Jimmy…can't we talk…brother to bro…" he stopped as the Runt charged him, those sharp blades aimed right for his gut. He grinned and crouched on all fours ready to charge back until a flash of tawny red jumped between them and those blades sank themselves into Jags' gut instead.

"NO!" He roared grabbing her as she collapsed against him. James pulled the blades back, staring at her in shock. "TURN IT ON FRAIL! NOW!"

"Can't…pain…" Her breathing was getting shallow. The blue guy ran over and started trying to stop the bleeding.

"You ain't gettin' out of a promise that easy, Jags." Victor whispered against her hair, trying to make her angry, distract her from the pain.

She shook her head, and he watched the wounds start to slowly heal.

"All the way on, or I'm gonna have ta make the weather witch scream instead." He whispered…that did it, her factor kicked into overdrive and she was back on her feet in ten seconds. He helped her stand, and didn't even duck as her claws ripped into him.

"You even consider looking at her, Creed and I'll gut you myself…I might even find a pair of adamantium shackles and hang you from the ceiling and just keep gutting you."

They were all looking at her in shock.

"Got ya ta heal didn't I?" He snarled back at her. "Now go deal with the cubs, frail. I need ta talk ta my brother."

"Brother? I don't know who the fuck you are, other than some stinking, uncouth, mangy cat, but you sure ain't no brother of mine." Jimmy said, snarling at him.

"I know you said you were done, but come on, disowning me. I saved your life, GAVE you life a couple times, and this is the fucking thanks I get. You don't call, you don't write, I stayed put for five years after that damned island, just to see if you'd change your mind, and THIS is what I FUCKING GET!" Victor crouched ready to rip into his brother.

"Logan, we should take this elsewhere, its upsetting the children." Victor glared at Storm.

"His name's JIMMY!"

"His name is Logan as far as we are concerned. I don't believe this story of yours and unless you can prove it…you're done here." Marie said.

"No, you don't understand, he's all I've got. All I've ever had. He's my brother, my blood. I took care of him when no one would. Jimmy Boy, come on, Runt…tell them…" He didn't see any recognition in his brother's face. "Jimmy…"

He collapsed, fighting to breath, a strange sensation in his chest, he'd only ever felt it three times before in his life. Looking at his mother's lifeless body, watching Jimmy kill their father, and when he'd watched his brother walk away from him in the jungle.

"Jimmy" he whispered. He felt her arms around him, and he pushed her away. He wasn't hurt, wasn't frail, and wasn't going to show weakness in front of people that wanted to see him dead.

"Logan, there is a scientific way to prove his claim. I have your DNA, Victor if you would give me a sample, I can run them in comparison and have an answer fairly quickly." He looked up at the blue mutant.

"Yeah…" He nodded and pulled himself to his feet.

"Doctor Hank McCoy." The blue guy put out a paw. Victor looked at him, and then held out his hand, asking the other man to lead the way.

He heard the distinctive sound of Jimmy's claws behind him, and turned and looked back. "I ain't ever lied to you Jimmy. I ain't about to start now."

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She followed them to the medical bay, she wasn't about to let Victor out of her sight, not until she knew no one was going to try to hurt him. He was still weak, even if he didn't want to admit it and needed more than a DNA test from the doctor. He needed medical treatment.

"Dr. McCoy. I think it would be a good idea if you gave Victor a full workup. He was in a lab, they were experimenting on him and…" Victor glared at her over his shoulder but she stuck her tongue out at him. "…he's been weak, usually in the mornings, his healing factor isn't working right, and he's got metal claws now." She could feel his growl through the floor tiles and smell his anger, but this was one of the reasons he came, he needed their help.

"This way" Dr. McCoy opened one of the exam rooms. "I had planned on that Janelle, but whatever information you can provide will be helpful."

"They tried at least three…"

"Four." He growled out the word.

"…times to get adamantium to bond to his skeleton, like Log…Jimmy. But it only worked on his claws. The last time, I thought he was dead, and then he came up out of the tank, killed the lab techs and scientists, and then came and rescued us. He helped us get clothes and out of there and hidden in the jungle. He passed out then, and we carried him for three days. He'd wake up at night, help us plan where to go next, sometimes even think as far ahead as which direction we needed to go to get to help, but he'd be out by morning and nothing we could do would wake him up."

"The first thing I can remember after the lab is waking up near a lake…the kids had a small fire going and Jags here was cooking. I passed out again for a minute, but was able to make it to the fire with help after I came to again." He glared at her but continued.

"I am always weakest in the morning, but it gets better by mid afternoon, and my healing factor's working normally by nightfall again."

"Let me get a blood sample, and do not be alarmed, it has a special anticoagulant agent in the adamantium needle to allow us to draw blood from Logan."

"James. His name is James Howlett. Why do you keep calling him Logan?"

"That is the only name we know him by." Hank said as the needle pierced his skin. Janelle watched as the syringe filled with the precious fluid, and she couldn't stop herself from licking her lips.

"Later – frail." He growled at her, but he was smiling as he said it. She glared at him.

"I'm going to give you a robe, please strip, we have a special spectrographic machine that will not react with any metal in your body but I want to look at your skeleton in comparison to Logan's." Dr. McCoy handed him a piece of cloth. She watched him snarl again, but stand and start to strip.

"Ms. Arnold, do you mind ste…" Dr. McCoy started.

"Na, she can stay…not like she ain't gonna see it up close and personal soon enough." Victor growled low at her. She knew he could smell her as her pheromones raged in response.

Dr. McCoy looked at her in askance.

"We have a deal, Dr. McCoy. Its consensual I promise."

"Hank, and I don't doubt that…you're in estrus. Even I can smell it."

"What does that mean?"

"Your mutation has been active far longer than you've ever allowed it to be before. You have reached full maturity and mating age for a female feral. Your body is secreting pheromones in preparation for finding a mate – although…from what I see here, you've found one."

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing." Victor said slowly, glaring at her.

"Not to worry, its not like wolves or swans, monogamy is not essential, and it is mostly a physiological reaction."

"In English doc."

"You are extremely sexually attracted to each other, but once the estrus passes, you can both move on."

She tried to hide the panic at that. She didn't want him to move on. She didn't know when it happened, sometime after the lake, definitely during the stay in the cave, but she'd definitely become emotionally attached to him. She wasn't going to call it love, it was too raw, too wild to be that, but it was definitely a feeling of possession and submission at the same time. She wanted to belong to him, and by God he was going to belong to her too.

She waited while Hank conducted the scan, and Victor dressed in a clean pair of sweats and t-shirt.

"Didn't like what you heard, huh Jags." He taunted her.

"No I didn't."

He moved quickly, pinning her to a wall with his body, hands gripping her hair, claws scraping her scalp. "I ain't goin' anywhere, I told ya I'm thinkin' long term."

"How long?"

"I don't want ta be alone again. Jimmy…well he's gone…" She tried to ignore the hitch in his voice, and she tried not to let her nose itch at the unfamiliar smell of salt from his eyes. "I can't be alone. I need someone who can remember, and make me remember. I ain't gonna end up like him."

"You are correct, Mr. Creed. You will not end up like Logan." Hank said, looking at the computer readout in front of him. "However, we will have to adjust to calling him James. He is your sibling, by one parent anyway."

"I coulda told ya that, we had the same Pa." Victor said over his shoulder, never taking his eyes from her. "What do you mean I won't end up like him?"

"It is difficult for us to read Logan…James's brain matter with the adamantium coating, so I have not been able to ascertain the exact reason for his memory loss but, in examining yours, you have no damage in your memory centers, in fact they are extremely active. I am surprised by your lack of adrenaline and the high levels of epinephrine in your system as well as high levels of antihistamic factors in your blood. You have had a major allergic reaction that your body is still reacting to."

Hank turned and looked at them. "Please let Ms Arnold down from the wall."

Victor stepped back, and she gave the blue mutant her full attention.

"The reason your healing factor is slow to react in the morning is it is still fighting off this allergic reaction. Over night you rest, but it is something that is in your body and cannot be removed. The metal on your claws would be my guess."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, either your body will fight off the histamine reaction with your healing factor and you will make a full recovery, or this will be something you will deal with the rest of your life, either way…I can give you some drugs that will help in the short term, give your healing factor a time to rest. You will have to stay here, at the mansion so that I can monitor you. The amounts of drugs I will have to give you would kill a regular mutant."

He looked at her, and she tried to maintain indifference, but inside a small cornel of hope was blooming.

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They were in a large office and he snarled at all the delicate fripperies in the room. The large desk he appreciated, it looked like something that he would have, if he had someplace to put one. Storm had pulled Janelle off his arm and was lecturing her in another part of the building. He could catch a few words every now and then as they raised their voices.

He smelled the Runt before the doors opened and waited, trying to stay calm. Something was wrong with Jimmy, and according to Bluebutt it didn't have anything to do with the metal. Hank had given him a clean bill of health other than the allergy, and he was going to treat that, so Victor wasn't too worried about being frail for too long. He hated asking for help from these people, but at least Janelle made it worth it, he hoped.

"Hank…told me." He heard Jimmy say behind him. He could smell the hate and rage in his brother's body and that ache in his chest returned the one that made breathing hard.

"Can we talk?" He said quietly.

James walked across the room and sat down in a chair more than an arms length from him. "So talk."

"I don't know everything that happened. I know Stryker sent me out to get your attention, piss you off so you'd volunteer for that metal thing. He was pullin' both our strings."

"Stryker?"

"Yeah – you and me joined up with him after 'Nam…okay after I fucked up in 'Nam and they had us on a firing squad for killing a superior officer."

"Us?"

"We're brothers Jimmy, I took care of you when you were a kid, when we had to run after our Pa killed your step father – and you killed Pa. You were always sick…every time you got sick you got stronger, just like I did when I was a kid. Those claws of yours…they were amazing in a fight. We did that – a lot – fight, one war after another, side by side and back to back. We had good times." He looked at his brother, hoping for a spark of recognition, something to say James remembered any of this.

Jimmy just shook his head. "I don't know you."

"Damn it, James, we've shared – what over one hundred, almost two hundred years together, you'd think you'd remember SOMETHING!" He roared.

"No."

"Jimmy." He heard the tremor in his voice and cursed himself for the frail reaction. This was worse than the jungle. Then James had walked out, now it was like he'd never even known him. His brother…

"JIMMY I WANT MY BROTHER BACK!" He roared.

"I don't know you, biology may dictate that we're related, but I don't know you." James looked him dead in the eye and Victor felt something inside him curl up and die. He watched as Jimmy walked back across the room. He stopped at the door and Victor held his breath.

"It's Logan. I don't know who this James Howlett is, but that ain't me." He slammed the door behind him and Victor sat there until he heard the roar of a motorcycle outside.