Family Connections

I don't own them, really I don't, and for some reason the ones I do, sometimes I just don't like that well. I know some camps believe that Victor and Logan are related, for all intents and purposes of this story they are NOT, this is AU…I'm going to say it again…This is Alternate Universe, mine, they have no blood connection what so ever, so please don't flame me about it.

A new mutant sets off warning bells all over the place. Can she adapt to her new family, and what's looming on the horizon? Multi Parings

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Chapter 9

It took her twenty minutes to relax after they left the mansion grounds. They were sitting in the doctor's waiting room as the knot unwound and she heaved a sigh of relief.

"Feelin' better, Sugar." Marie asked.

"Yeah…I can breathe."

"It's not that bad. He's even halfway civilized once ya actually talk ta him." Marie said, patting Helen's hand on the arm of the chair.

"That's not the problem Mom…you wouldn't understand…"

"Let meh try ta guess. Ya want him, ya don't know how ta let him know because ya did somethin that ya don't think he'll forgive ya for…and ye're afraid he's gonna stay mad at ya forever over it."

"Yeah…"

"Damn I felt that way about your Dad for YEARS!"

"Really?"

"Sugar – the first week I met him, Ah nearly killed him TWICE…"

"REALLY?"

"Yeah…"

"You mean…"

"Ah mean, you and Creed will have ta work things out. It took your Dad years – and findin out about YOU ta come ta his senses. I don't think it'll take Creed that long…he doesn't have your father's nobility."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well – Creed's a selfish bastard, he ain't gonna wait on ya t grow up or be ready for him…he'll take what he wants – if you don't offer it to him first."

"Mrs. Howlett." The nurse said from the door.

"You wait right here, Ah'll be back and we'll go get somethin ta eat before we head back, and finish this." Marie said as she awkwardly rose from the chair and waddled to the door being held open by the nurse.

Helen flipped through a magazine, but her mind wasn't on it. Now that his scent – his anger, his need – weren't forefront in her senses and her mind she started getting angry herself. HE was the one who'd come there to do the test, HE was the one that should have KNOWN she would react badly, or at the least SHOULD have been warned. It was HER test...she could feel another knot starting to build inside her – this one burning anger.

Marie came out a few minutes later and they walked out to the car.

"Sugar…you've got ta stop bein scared of him, or at least realize that he ain't gonna kill ya. Ah don't like the man – don't get me wrong, but…well this whole mating instinct thing ain't exactly something that I'm gonna try ta understand, Sugar." Marie patted her hand.

"I can't help it…after everything I've heard, and with all the danger room sessions and…"

"Hell, Sugar, even your father's relaxing around him a little."

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He slipped down the hallway; the Runt and Rogue were going to keep her out of the mansion for at least an hour and he needed to get this plan in motion. He was either going to drive her deeper into depression, which he had a plan B for, or he was going to have a kicking spitting snarling feral female on his hand…and THAT'S what he wanted.

He glanced around, before slipping into the Howlett suite. He could smell which room was hers…but it was the Runt standing there that stopped him in his tracks.

"I thought you were takin' the frails?"

"I let them go alone. I wanted to make sure you didn't do anything MORE than we agreed too." Logan snarled at him. Victor held up the fabric covered bundle in his hand.

Logan just nodded…and pointed to the open door, then crossed his arms over his chest and watched as Victor walked into the room that smelled like his mate. He took a deep scent, his body responding to the fear and need that filled her scent. He walked to the edge of the bed and ran a claw gently across the pillow before lifting it off the bed, and laying the one in his hand in its place.

He turned and glared at the Runt and walked out of the room, after running his hand across the top of her dresser, and allowed himself a slight smile. Logan had to be going insane, knowing what his daughter was feeling – being able to smell it, and knowing he couldn't do anything to stop the inevitable.

He stalked out of the suite, without even a backwards glance at the man with the adamantium claws behind him. He wanted to get to his room – and start making plans for later. He slipped into the room, no one at the mansion any the wiser, and he held her pillow against his face, rubbing his cheek on it, and marking his scent over hers. His body was tight; the pressure of his jeans reminding him that she hadn't accepted him yet. He let out a low growl…she would one way or the other.

He placed her pillow on the bed, and sat down to lean on the headboard and wait for the explosion…he hoped. He got up twice, once to pull his shirt off and fold it neatly on the chair, the second time to unfasten his jeans, they were getting way too tight. She wasn't getting away this time…he wasn't going to let her. He reached back and pulled his hair down, and shook it loose. She saw him as an animal; he'd give her what she wanted.

He sat there, waiting. He got up and kicked his shoes off and threw them in the closet, the less he had to deal with when things came to a head the better. He grabbed his shirt and walked to the closet and hung it up. Her scent was driving him insane. The room was filling with it, and he started pacing back and forth, growling and snarling, waiting to hear the car coming up the drive.

FINALLY he heard it, and glanced out the window. He watched as they pulled up to the front door and she got out and walked around to help Rogue out of the driver's side. He stopped himself from turning and storming down there, and demanding what was his. She would understand soon enough…and he hoped to hell it pissed her off.

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Helen could smell it as soon as they walked in the door of the suite. He'd been here – she stormed into her room – he'd been HERE – touching her things. She immediately noticed the pillow that didn't match her bedding and let out a low rumbling snarl. Just who the HELL did he think he was, anyway?

"Darlin?"

"Don't you Darlin me Dad! YOU were in on this, I CAN SMELL IT!" She turned and roared at him. Even the fearsome Wolverine backed down when his daughter was in a full temper. Her claws slipped from her clenched fists and she ripped into the pillow on the bed.

"Darlin…"

"Don't talk to me…TRAITOR!" She roared at him. "If this is what you want – FINE! Don't EVER talk to me again…You and he planned this – LIVE with IT!" She stormed past him and out of the suite, the ruins of the pillow in her hand, students scattering as she passed, running as they saw her claws.

She kicked the door in… "AND YOU…BASTARD!" She roared at him and then stopped dead in her tracks all anger draining away at the sight and scent of him. He was standing there, crouched like a lion ready to spring, hair loose and flowing, bare chested, his pants open at the top button, claws out and his scent was one of wariness and pure raw sexual need.

He didn't say a word, just sprang, the door slamming shut behind her as one clawed hand raked across the skin of her neck as his mouth captured hers. Her body took over and she forgot everything but the taste and scent and feel of him as her claws slid into her arms and her fingers tangled in his hair trying to pull him closer.

He tasted wild, his teeth grazing her lip, the taste of their blood mingling in their mouths as the fierce kiss continued. The blood only spurred them both on, and her need fogged mind barely registered the sound of ripping fabric, as skin was pressed to skin and she felt him pressed against her, pushing inside her with no warning.

She let out a snarling growl that changed quickly to a scream of both passion and pain as he ripped through her barrier and sheathed himself fully inside her. Her own fangs dug deep into his shoulder as he set a punishing rhythm that pushed her closer and closer to something she both wanted and dreaded.

Her body wasn't fighting him, and she allowed her feral instincts to take over, wrapping her legs around his waist and moaning against his skin as he drove into her. She felt like she was going to explode and then she did, her body shuddering around him…but he didn't stop, just turned, supporting her body with his hands as he dropped them both onto the bed as he kept driving into her. She moaned again as she felt the pressure building again…his hands were kneading her breasts and his mouth was suckling at her neck and ears as his body drove her insane.

He lifted his head, the fierce look of possession and need on his face should have been a warning, as his claws dug deep into her hips and he roared in his climax. She could feel him throbbing inside her as he emptied himself into her and that was enough to send her spiraling again, her own roar joining his. He dropped his full weight onto her body pinning her in place as his head rested against the top of hers. He had her fully tucked under his body, and she suddenly felt safe and protected from the world.

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Logan paced the room back and forth, his claws had exploded from his hands at her scream, and he could hear them both – and the roar from Creed's mouth was one he'd heard many times before – over the body of the women he'd killed. Her roar was the only thing that kept him from tearing the door down and ripping into Creed for hurting his little girl.

"Logan, Sugar, it's her choice, and once she settles down she'll realize you didn't do it ta hurt her." Marie's words should have helped calm him but he was close to ripping into her as well.

"You were involved in this too, Darlin." He snarled.

"I know – and she'll be angry with both of us…but that's not a bad thing, Sugar. She needs ta bond with him; if he's her mate, she needs ta accept him, and she ain't gonna do that if she thinks she can hide here." She put both hands on her back as she walked across the room. He smelled the pain and all thoughts of Helen fled.

"Darlin – are you alright?"

"I'm fine – it's just heavy, carryin these two around all tha time." She settled onto the couch, and he sat down and reached to take her feet in his lap. He snarled as he slid his claws into his hands and then he took one swollen foot and started gently rubbing the instep.

"Do you really think she'll forgive us?" He asked, worry in his voice not only for his child, but for the woman carrying his other children.

"She will – Creed's not gonna hurt her, Sugar. He wants her as badly as she wants him, and from tha sound of things…they came ta some kinda agreement." Marie said – and then took a hissing breath.

"Darlin?"

"Just a spike – its normal…tha doctor said ta expect it, if I have any blood – or if it doesn't stop after half an hour I'm supposed ta call her."

"Darlin – I can't lose you now…." He laid his head on her knee as her fingers laced through his hair.

"I'm fine, Sugar…see it's easin up. Now you relax, Helen and Creed will work things out or they won't, and if they don't she's always got a home with us…but she's got ta grow up sometime." He heard her sigh and realized she was having as difficult a time with this as he was. Helen was as much her daughter as his, and she had to calm a raging Wolverine instead of worrying about her little girl. He felt the tears slip from his eyes as he rested his head on her legs. He didn't deserve her – not a bit, and he thanked his lucky stars every day that she hadn't wised up over the last six years.