Vic wiped his mouth as he received a hard punch and pushed himself up from the wall and stood up. He looked to the man towering over him, his smirk taunting him.

"You had enough kid?" he snickered, putting his reddened fist up in the ready.

The younger man smirked and swung at the man with a left and a right hook. It hurt but the man, Isaac, swung back down.

The crowd cheered on for Isaac as he took a beating. They were sure this kid couldn't beat him. Vic blocked a few strikes before throwing an uppercut that caused his opponent to grab his chin and spit blood.

With him distracting by the blow Victor got in several more punches before knocking him down and keeping him down.

There was a pause amongst the men as the champ was down. They turned to the new young man and some began groaning, while others began clapping.

X

"Good guy," Terry smiled and counted his money and looked to Victor, handing him a few dollars, "Welcome to the family."

Vic wiped the blood from his nose and held up the four dollars with a smile, "Glad to be here," he looked to the man's clock, "Better get home. Same time tomorrow?"

"Of course."

x

Logan groaned as he rolled over, smacking his lips. He was great and exhausted. He felt emptiness all around. Where the heck was Victor?

"Victor?" he called groggily.

"Yeah? What is it?" the elder asked from the kitchen.

"What are you doing up?" he grumbled, scratching his back, turning away.

"Fixing you food for tomorrow and getting a head start on breakfast," he covered a yawn.

"It's four in the morning, go to bed," he turned over, pulling the covers up.

"Are you dry still?" he called out, cutting the dough. A long pause gave Vic an idea, "Is that a no?"

"Go to bed," he grumbled.

"I will," he finished making his brother's lunch and put it in the icebox before strolling over and getting into just his wife beater. Once in that it was time for the bed routine he'd come to do as second nature.

He folded several cloth squares into the large cloth square. He sighed and sat in the middle of the cloths and tied the sides. It was what the babies wore, but hey, at least it kept the bed dry.

Vic climbed onto the mattress, flopping against his brother, "Night Jimmy."

"You're heavy," he groaned.

x

Months went by with Jimmy working his eight hour days and making what he guessed was a decent wage. At least Victor paid like three months of rent for them. Apparently Victor's day work paid better than what Logan had. Maybe he would see if he could find some day work himself.

"I get my day off and you want me to do shopping with you? Do you love me at all?" the younger crossed his arms and huffed.

"Shut up," he rolled his eyes and set several items in the basket, mostly foodstuffs and clothes.

By now they were able to afford some furniture. A table, some chairs, and a few lamps. Even though they had no garden anymore they had a nice plenty of food. And thanks to Vic's idea the bed itself was nice and dry.

Not that Victor was all too fond of being a working man and being his age and wearing diapers to bed. Nothing like humilation to remind someone that life can suck. Worse yet was Victor had a hard time with pins due to his claws. And good for Jimmy, he hadn't seemed to have but three accidents.

"Are you almost done?" Logan watched as his brother shopped.

"Coffee," Victor smiled and put it in his brother's basket, "Stop your griping, I work too and if you want to eat you better help me with the shopping."

"Fine, just hurry up, please," he sighed, tapping his foot.

"Oh fine," he put some produce in the already heavy basket before stepping to the front to pay.

"That'll be four dollars a quarter please," the clerk told him with a smile.

Logan looked to his brother. That was a reasonable amount of money on just one trip to the store. They had let their food get low, but it shouldn't have been that low.

"Are you sure we need all this?"

"Yep," he easily handed the man exact change and took the items, "I got a cookbook from my employer a few days ago and I wanted to try and make some new food since you complain I always make the same thing."

"Well you do!"

x

Finally home Victor put the food away as a good housewife should. His little brother happily getting his shoes off and relaxed in the chair, watching his brother with a suspicious stare.

It didn't go unnoticed by the elder, "You want something? Coffee? Tea?"

"How much do you make a day at your daywork job?"

"It varies," he shrugged, "Pends what I do." he set soap out, "Get out of your clothes, it's bath day and laundry day."

"Must be a lot for you to be able to just throw five dollars off like that." he pulled his suspenders down, "Are you going to boil some water?"

"What's stopping you from doing that? I'm putting food away," he retorted.

"Well excuse me, but I thought I was threatened with death if I touched the stove," he grabbed a large pot and went to fill it with water.

"If you break it I will sell you to buy a new one. But I'm pretty sure I'd still need more money even with that," he shrugged.

"Are you joining?"

"Of course I am, so make sure it's full."

"Yes ma'am."

x

Logan grumbled lightly as Victor washed his hair and back. The tub wasn't as big as it seemed with both of them in there. Esp since they both gained some muscle from work. But at least it was bigger than the tub they had in Canada. And the sink...

"I can't wait until I have another day off so I can not spend it shopping with you," he leaned back.

"I'm sure. And when we're done here I can give you a haircut."

"I don't need one," he said quickly. Logan had grown fond of having his hair a nice length. And with it getting more wavy the longer it got the ladies had taken notice.

"You look like a girl with your hair that long," he scoffed then smirked, "But when it's this long it makes pulling it easier," he yanked his head back slightly for emphasis.

"OW! Creep!" he pulled away, "I still don't want a haircut. And where is this day work you do?"

"Why are you so interested in my job? Huh? Don't worry about it, I'm getting paid without stealing. So you should be happy," he poured the water over top of his brother's head to rinse away the soap.

Logan grumbled lightly, "Mm hm."