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I sat down on the bench next to Logan. He had been sitting there looking to the view of the Catskills, as if expecting answers from them.

"What do we need to talk about?" I asked, very tentative now. He just looked down at the grass beneath our feet. He studied his boots for a moment, and then just looked back to me. He reached out slowly, as if not to alarm me. He stroked my cheek, he could probably hear my heart beat accelerate.

"You look just like Ivy," he whispered under his breath.

"Of course, I'm her daughter." I said slowly, missing the point. He should have heard this news by now.

"Kid, do ya know why ya have super senses or reflexes or healin' for that matter?" he asked in a slow sad whisper, this was not the Logan, the moody Wolverine I had come to know. The one that gave us mile long danger room drills and disappeared weekly for random cross-country motorcycles rides.

"No, that's just my powers." I said, still missing the point.

"I'm your father." He mumbled, I almost could not hear him.

"What?" I barley even breathed, more like mouthed it.

"Kid, ya have half of my powers, and ya have to have noticed the picture of your mom and me." I had, that was the point of him saying it. I couldn't believe it, I had thought he was cute when I first came here. I had even flirted with him a little. I just couldn't acknowledge that. He couldn't be my dad, but then again, my siblings and me were so different. We had the same eye color and the same skin tone, but they had more blondish hair, like Carson. Maybe that's why I never really liked Carson. Anyone else could pass as my father, but Logan, the Wolverine? What was his full name anyway. I just want to up and leave, my thoughts were a jumbled mess.

He stood up and pulled me along with him, to the top of my oak tree, the lily one. He revealed to me a small little smooth spot nestled in the leaves. In the spot there was a little heart carved, with the initials JLH & IER. IER, was Ivy Emily Ramer, I didn't know about the JLH. Logan touched the heart. I smelled the tenderness and sadness rolling off him.

"James Logan Howlett." He whispered. Then I almost knew that he had to be my dad. I surprised us both by snaking my arms around him and leaning into his warm chest. One lazy tear pooled in the corner of my eye and ran down my cheek.

"Dad," I whispered and turned my face into his shoulder. He put his cheek on the top of my head and hugged me back.

"Aw, how sickeningly sweet." He purred, an unseen threat in the dark, his voice low and menacing, it was almost a growl. I looked down to the ground and directly below us stood the feral, Victor. Logan, I mean Dad; I am going to have to mentally correct that, pushed me behind him. I raised my hands and before I got a chance to do anything, Logan was thrown into me. The grass broke my fall on the hard ground I saw Victor slowly inject something into Logan's arm and he slowly sunk to the ground, looking almost lifeless in the feral's arms. If the feral was looking for sadness I had none, I instantly flamed up and ran towards him punching him and the jaw. I tried to summon my super strength, the blood that trickled out of his nose and mouth told me I succeeded,

"Come on niece, give your uncle a break." He enunciated the relative parts. I threw myself at him, and he grabbed me in a chokehold. I kicked and squirmed but to no avail. He just leaned down to put his cheek next to mine, seeming to breathe in my scent. To smell my fear. There was none there. I didn't feel it or smell it on me. He had gotten so frustrated that when a scent I knew only around Kurt came into play, I gasped at my reactions and he hit my head, knocking me out.

Victor POV:

I had her in a chokehold, she would run out of air eventually, then I smelled it. She had the slightest bit of that warm spicy smell, she was aroused. I heard her gasp and immediately become embarrassed; I had had enough of the waiting game. Lets get Little Ivy out cold. As soon as I heard her heartbeat slow, I stood up and grabbed her, no need to get Jimmy, he would just cause trouble. Throwing her over my shoulder I also took care to put the pairs of handcuffs I had brought around her ankles and wrists. Letting my hand touch her ankle that was uncovered by jean and shoe. I found it to be smooth and almost porcelain-like. I wanted to just throw her on the ground and get it over with, but I wanted her awake for it. She was a virgin, I could tell, her scent gave it away. I soon approached the lodge about a mile away. Brought her through the door to be stared at by all of the Brotherhood dweebs.

"Watcha got there?" asked one of the little dorks.

"Nothing Sparky, get out of my way." (A/N if you did not catch the hint there, that was Pyro.) I pushed him aside and went to my bedroom laying her down on the bed. I put some duct tape over her mouth and waited for her to awaken.

Mary POV:

I opened my eyes slowly to find myself in a very comfortable bed, at first I thought I was at the Institute, but then I noticed my surroundings starting with the large feral lying next to me on the bed with only his boxers on. As much as it was disgusting, I had to admit it was a good view. His chest was lean and he had a peaceful mask of sleep on his face. He had sandy hair that fell around his face. His lips slightly parted and his breathing regular. His fangs poked out almost menacingly from his lips. He looked nothing like the menacing and angry creature he was when he was awake. I went to move my legs but found them handcuffed, I struggled with my duct taped hands and my mouth. When I looked back up, he was awake and staring at me. The look he gave me made my blood run cold.

He could smell that and a slightly menacing smirk lit up his face. I just broke eye contact. He roughly took my chin, stroked my cheek, and watched as a line of scarlet went down it. I winced a little, the pain was only temporary, as the blood was still there, the scar was not. He seemed to enjoy making me wince, great, not only did I have a feral I also had a sadist. I watched in amazement when his claws grew out. He stood up and went to one of the doors in the room revealing it was a bathroom, he went in and pulled down his boxers facing me, I stared in open-mouthed shock for a minute and then turned my head with a blush.

I heard him chuckle low and dangerous before turning the water on and filling a bath. He walked back in the room still naked and drew a long talon down my shirt. He spliced it down the middle, paying careful attention not to rip my bra. I was sick of him and he hadn't even begun, his expression told me that. He went for the button on my pants next. As much as I was disgusted and anxious, I had a thought deep in my mind; at least I had worn my black lace tonight. I tried to stifle the fear that bubbled up when he growled, almost purred at the sight of my underwear. I shifted a little and he said,

"What's wrong? You don't like this, what about this." At that, he leaned down and licked from my navel to the bottom of my bra. His tongue was rough, like a cats tongue. It took all of my self-restraint not to shiver. Just at that moment, I heard a faint sound, like footsteps in the hallway. He was too preoccupied with reaching behind me to get my bra un-hooked. I was determined not to let that happen and I pulled him down to where he was laying on top of me. Then I saw the metal claws tear through the metal door of the room and Logan ran in. He jumped on Victor and proceeded to fling him off me. I took the time to try to stand up and locate the switchblade in my right pocket. I flipped it open the best I could with my hands restrained and cut at the bonds. Successfully getting them off, I raised my hands and summoned vines from somewhere, anywhere, gripping Victor in their wake. As soon as that was done and victor was restrained I ran to Wolverine and clung to his neck.