The Legacy
A new virus is loose, killing those with mutated genes. While those at the school are struggling to find a cure, others are looking into the cause, and others will fall to the deadly disease.
Third in the trilogy you will need to read Mirror and Y Factor first for this to make sense.
I only own Mike, Kit and Mia and their family, all the rest belong to Marvel…bless them for sharing.
Chapter 8
They family stood quietly next to the open grave, the casket being lowered carefully by Jean. Nancy was leaning on Kit and Mia. Hank had let him out of Med Lab for the funeral. Logan watched his wife trying to support her mother while fighting her own tears. He shed more than a few. Frank had been a good man – one of the best, and Logan could only hope to be the kind of father Frank had been. The two boys stood in front of their mother and sisters, and Logan knew he and Victor were going to have to help take care of them.
Nancy had decided to stay with the school. With Hank having to split his time between here and the UN, having her would at least give them a full time doctor on staff. She was doing it to give herself something to do – something else to think about besides losing her mate – her husband. Logan glanced at Kit again. She wasn't going to like having to stay behind again.
Magneto was planning something – and wanted Logan's and Victor's help. Logan didn't trust the old man as far as he could throw him – and wasn't going to allow Kit to be involved in anything old bucket head cooked up – not now.
The small cemetery on the school grounds was getting crowded. There were a total of ten new graves from this virus – and Frost Industries was going to answer for all ten of them. Logan could feel the sharp tips of his claws itching to push through the skin of his hands. He wanted to bury them deep in Emma Frost's gut.
Victor was sitting down – in a wheel chair no less. Logan had never seen him weak – not like this. Something else was wrong too – he was drifting in and out – almost as if he weren't in control. Logan tried to control the surge of rage and anger at the sight of him. This virus had messed with both of them – things had been said – in delirium – that were hard to forgive, or forget. Logan was trying, for Mia's and Kit's sake, but there were times he just had to walk away to keep from killing Victor.
Kit and Mia helped Nancy walk back to the school while the boys helped push Victor's chair. Logan followed Hank, he had to get back to the vampires – they needed more blood. He was trying to figure out how Frost Industries had been able to reproduce the antibodies – without him there to produce them. Victor's body wasn't producing them, but Hank's was. Between the two of them they were producing enough to create several hundred doses of cure a day – not enough by a long shot, but it had taken care of both the Brotherhood and the mansion's residents – with some to spare.
"Logan, why don't you take some recuperative time in your own bed tonight?" Hank said as they entered the front doors of the mansion. "I am certainly planning on it." Logan grinned at him. A night in bed – with his wife – sounded really nice about now. He wasn't up for much but sleep – but being able to hold her would be enough for him.
"What are you doing here – I thought you had to go back to med lab?" Kit asked as he leaned against the door frame.
"Hank gave me the night off."
She gave him a slight smile. He walked into the room. "I hope that means you ain't planning on kickin me out."
"Course not, just…"
"I know – come here." He sat in his chair and pulled her into his lap. They sat there watching the shadows cross the yard as the sun set. He was content just to hold her, he knew she needed this more than anything else, and he was grateful to the blue fuzball for giving him the time.
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He was in a haze. Half the time he didn't know who they were – why he was here, he just wanted to snarl and snap and lash out, he felt caged, and could smell the Runt close by. He recognized the frail – sometimes – but her touch could always calm him down. Mia her name was Mia. She was his mate – his wife. His mind slowly started remembering. He'd been sick – for the first time in his life he'd been sick.
Why had he been out there – watching that box go into the ground, something important, something that had him aching inside? He hated feeling like this. They took him back to that room with the bed, and one of them helped him to stand. She wasn't there, MIA!
"Mia." His voice was harsh, raw as if he'd strained it.
"I'm here Victor, I just had to get Thomas settled." She said as she walked into the room. She was afraid, every time she came near him. She'd never been afraid of him before. He felt an ache like the one he'd felt as they watched the box. What was in that box?
"Mia – my head." He muttered.
"Do you need something for pain?" She brushed his hair back from his face as he lay on the bed.
"No – its clouded – I don't know, what happened?"
"It was a virus – you and Logan and Beast were hit worst, but your bodies fought it off, Hank and Logan are creating antibodies that they are using to make a cure. We can't figure out why you aren't."
"Am I still sick – will it infect anyone?"
"No, we've all either been vaccinated or given the cure. Momma and I were immune, being only human after all." She tried to say it with a smile, but he smelled the pain.
"Mia – did I say something? About you being only human?"
"No." He could smell the lie.
"Damn it woman, don't lie to me."
"You said some things while you were out of it – about my place." He snarled. "The thing is, you were right, I was being selfish, all I wanted was to take care of you, I don't think I could make it if anything happened to you."
He forced himself to sit up and reached out, spike of fear or not, and pulled her roughly into his arms.
"I don't know what I said, I can't remember – and I don't understand everything that's been happening the last couple days, but Mia," he brushed her hair back and looked into her face "your smile, your face, your voice, it's what brought me back. Nothin' else could. You are my life, my sanity. Without you I'm nothin' but an animal." He gently wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Victor." She buried her face against his chest. He looked up as the door opened and Nancy walked in. He nodded to his mother-in-law noticing her sadness, the scent of grief, and suddenly everything clicked.
"Oh SHIT!" He roared.
"Victor?"
"Oh GOD! It was Frank – in the box?" He asked, knowing the answer.
Both women just nodded and he felt something break inside him. He and Frank had a quiet understanding, and now, he felt something strange – his eyes were burning and his vision was blurry. He didn't recognize the sensation, until Mia's hand wiped across his cheek, and he smelled his own tears for the first time that he could remember. He just crushed her weakly against him and buried his head in her hair. Whoever had done this – killed that good man, was going to pay.
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Storm glared at Magneto across her desk. He wanted to conduct an all out full scale assault on Frost Industries.
"This is INSANE!" She said. " I am not putting my students at risk, just for vengeance. We still have thousands of mutants left to distribute the cure to, we can't take our resources off of that."
"And you are going to let Emma Frost get by with this – the Hellfire Club get by with this, all in the name of humanitarian aid." He sneered at her.
"No – We will deal with her – with them in time, we have to keep our priorities in line. SAVE lives first – then seek justice."
"Justice – call it what it is, My Dear, vengeance."
"I hate to agree with bucket head" Logan said as he stepped inside the room, followed closely by a staggering – but upright Victor "but I want a piece of that bitch."
Victor just growled – and stood shoulder to shoulder with Logan, something Storm still wasn't used to seeing. She was surprised when Rogue, Piotr, Kitty, Kit and Gambit followed behind them.
"We don't have the resources for this." She said to them.
"No – but HE does." Rogue said.
"And we are using those resources to distribute the cure."
She looked at the array of stubbornly determined faces across from her and threw up her hands. She'd been fighting this battle internally, and it just wasn't worth it anymore.
"We are supposed to be the good guys." She said as a last salvo, but her heart wasn't in it. They'd lost too many, and her heart was too heavy to try to rise up and be the better person. The clouds gathered outside as she finally allowed her anger to rule.
"Alright – let's do it."
