I Hate Everyone But I Love You

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One Month Later:

Victor worked hard on the raft non stop as the thought of his unborn child and his mate kept him motivated. He never quit working except to sleep and pee. More times than not he had to be forced to eat and to come out of his workshop. He was often found asleep in the workshop leaning on a pile of logs. He was finished and ready to sail off when a hurricane came to Creed island.

"I heard that the hurricane that's supposed to hit is going to be a category five," Pyro said trying to keep up with Victor's incessant pacing. "How is this facility supposed to handle that?"

"Do you think that Magneto's money is going to waste," Victor replied testily. "This facility was built by Magneto himself he just didn't know the location of the facility, it was a requirement that the locations of our respected safe houses remained the secret of the person who owns the safe house."

"So how in the hell does that protect us from a category five hurricane?" Pyro demanded.

"It's built with a titanium and carbon steel dome shell," Victor replied testily. "We gave enough food, supplies, and air to last everyone here a year."

"So we're fine?" Pyro replied dumbly.

"Yeah," Victor replied growling. "Now get the hell out of my way?"

"Fine," Pyro said testily. "But what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know," Victor said sighing as he threw a piece of log onto a pile. "Use your imagination."

Avalanche walked by carrying a bottle of chocolate syrup and a bucket of ice cream with a strange bulge in his pocket. Pyro took his lighter out and smiled.

"Avalanche wait up," Pyro said smiling. "I need to use my imagination."

Avalanche nodded and smiled and jingled his pocket.

"Be in my room." He said smiling. "Bring a light."

Victor rolled his eyes as Pyro followed Avalanche.

"Stoners." Victor grumbled as he began tying the logs together.

Victor checked the weather outside and cursed himself.

"Damn it," He said tiredly. "I can't set out today... Damn it."

He grabbed a piece of log and began to carve it as he looked off into the horizon. He began to think about his Tigress and cub.

Tigress was washing dishes when Thomas walked in from a long day of working.

"Did I miss dinner already?" Thomas asked as he put his dirty boots on the porch.

"Nope," Tigress replied as she put a dish on a rack to dry. "I'm just cleaning up the pots and pans, but dinner's on the table if you're hungry."

He smiled and washed his hands before plopping down at the table.

"So," He said as he grabbed his fork and started to eat. "I think I found a doctor for you and the baby."

"Really," Tigress said as she wiped her hands on a towel before settling down to eat. "Who?"

"A mutant doctor," He said gruffly. "He works at that Xavier's school."

"What's his name?" She asked as she mixed her vegetables, meat, and rice together.

"Hank McCoy," Thomas said gruffly. "He looks like a blue ape."

"That's not nice," She said as she poured herself a glass of milk. "But he's agreed to be my doctor."

"Yeah," He said as he released an inward belch. "He wants to see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," Tigress said in frustration. "Tomorrow is laundry day and it is also weeding day for my little indoor garden."

"I'll take care of it," Thomas said as he looked at her sternly. "I took care of myself before you wandered here you know."

"I know," She said sighing. "But the place smells better now that I'm here."

He threw a piece of bread at her head and laughed.

"With that damn nose of yours I'm surprised that you are even able to live near dirt." He said as he chuckled lightly.

"I can't help it," She said faking innocence. "Ever since I got pregnant things smell much stronger than they used to."

"Yeah uh huh, " He said giving her a false look of sternness. "I'll take you to that doctor and I'll take care of the house tomorrow, he'll bring you back, end of story."

She looked at him for a moment and huffed.

"I never could say no to those damn Creed eyes." She said pouting. "So what time do I visit the blue ape man?"

"Eight o'clock tomorrow morning," He said stretching. "And bring a coat it's going to be chilly."

"Not half a chilly as that damn exam table will be," She said trying to get as much done as possible. " You lay on a table in nothing but a paper gown and a pair of socks and you tell me how damn happy you are."

He looked at her and began to chuckle quietly as she ranted.

"They have you on a damn cold table wearing next to nothing and then they stick things in places where instruments never belong," She said as she began to wipe the table. "I hate gynecological exams... I haaate themmm."

He laughed and continued to eat.

If only Victor were here to see this. Thomas thought to himself