"Professor, with all do respect, I love your school, but I feel like I belong here." Tracy's temper was quickly slipping. She didn't know how long she could go without giving into the blood lust that threatened to consume her. The Professor was oblivious to the fact that she was being eaten alive by her feral inside as he continued to speak.

"Tracy, as much as you think you belong here, you don't." He hastened to explain. "This is a home for people who are like Sabretooth, feral mutants, people learning to accept the beast inside and join humanity once again." His words broke the dam she had built up to hold her feral. Her lips curled back and she growled fiercly at the Professor.

"And who's to say that I'm not like them?" Her voice lost all hints of politeness as her animal took over. It sounded slightly demonic to those in the room except for those who truly listened. She had only hit this point once before, and that was when she had broken out of the laboratory where she was created. Her body took on a fighting stance and she glared deep into the Professor's eyes. She seemed to have caught him off guard and he flinched slightly.

"Tracy, it's time to go home." His words were harsh in her ears and she didn't take it anymore. Letting loose a roar she leapt towards the Professor. Just before her outstretched claws struck home two thick arms wrapped around her and pulled her back.

"It's not worth it Tracy," Victor whispered in her ear. "Relax an' let me take care o' it." She struggled against him momentarily before finally giving in. There was something in him that spoke to her and she was willing to respond. She was passed to Dezra who led her upstairs and into her room. She could no longer hear the words being said downstairs but she knew that if she focused her mind she could hear them. Strangely, she didn't feel the need to listen in to the conversation. Tracy was hardly aware as Dezra brushed her hair and then braided it. It felt so natural to be groomed by this woman that she easily melted into her body when the red headed woman pulled her into a hug. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks, it had been so long since she last cried that it felt so good to finally let them free.

Angry voices could be heard coming from downstairs. A door slammed, feet stomped and then suddenly Victor was there in her doorway, his blue eyes gazing deeply at the intertwined women. He motioned for Dezra to leave briefly before pacing to the other side of the room quickly. The red headed woman squeezed Tracy reassuringly one last time before standing and leaving the room. Brushing back the tears she brought her eyes to the blonde man across from her. He was leaning against the wall, his blue eyes locked onto her amber ones intently.

"I talked ta the Professor," He began, his deep voice rumbling with unexpressed emotion. "He still thinks it best for ya ta stay at his school." Victor struggled to keep the contempt out of his voice. "Tried ta tell him that it was best fer ya ta stay here, but he's bound an' determined ta keep ya contained." Harsh reality sunk into Tracy's heart as she listened to him speak. She was going to have to leave her new home.

"Sorry Tracy, I couldn' convince him otherwise." His voice was laden with sorrow. He truly was sorry, and he didn't want her to leave. Pain shot through Tracy in sharp spikes. Her throat felt constricted, the tears began to fall again.

"No, I can't...I-I won't! I don't w-wanna leave y-you." She admitted her thoughts through her sobs. Victor had been the closet thing to a father she'd ever experienced and she didn't want him to leave her. Quicker than she could follow with her eyes, the blonde man had crossed the room and was embracing her in his arms. Suddenly, Tracy felt complete. It was like a piece that was missing had finally returned back to the grand puzzle, leaving her with a pleasant feeling. Snuggling into the larger man's embrace she let the tears fall onto his t-shirt.

"I don't want ya ta leave either Tracy, but the Professor's word is law." He sighed and pulled Tracy closer. Unbeknowst to them the Professor hadn't left just yet and his mind lingered in the room, watching their embrace and trade of emotions. A smile lit up the bald man's face, he knew what to do.

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Tracy was relaxing on her bed when Taris stopped by later. His blue eyes were downcast as he knocked on her wooded doorway since the door was open. She beckoned him with a swift flick of her fingers, she didn't even raise her eyes to him. She felt him sit on the edge of the bed and she let her mind search for his. She easily slipped past his mental defenses and entered his mind completely. Her astral body rose in his mind to search around. Unexpectedly Taris' astral body rose to join hers.

"What are you doing in my mind Tracy, I didn't give you permission to snoop." The telepathic voice of his astral body was softly chideful as he reprimanded her. Tracy shrugged.

"Maybe I didn't wanna ask your permission, maybe I wanna do something against the rules for once. Play the bad girl." She felt like doing something drastic at the time being as she reached into the part of his mind that held past memories. She flipped through most of the memories quickly, simply shrugging them off as unimportant. One memory slipped by swiftly but caught her attention better than the loudest noise. It was only a flash but it was enough, reaching back towards the memory she grabbed it and pulled it to the fore front of Taris' mind. She watched as he was strapped to a table, his arms and legs flailing in a vain attempt to free himself. Tracy watched as his body was violated by scientists and large amounts of sperm samples were taken. Watching the memory intently she didn't see Taris come up behind her astral self and push her out of his mind until she was gone.

Tracy sat up straight in her bed. Her amber eyes wide with surprise and shock as she watched Taris determinedly. His eyes were tightly shut as he fought back the memory she had brought to his mind. When he finally opened his blue eyes she wasn't surprised to see anger in them.

"You shouldn't have done that." His normally soft voice had dropped to a seemingly impossible low as he glared at her. "The Professor spent a lot of time supressing that memory." As if the energy had been sucked out of him, his shoulders slumped and his head dropped down.

"Who were they?" Her curiousity had been piqued by this memory of Taris' and she longed for more knowledge. He glanced up at her with confusion written plainly in his eyes.

"What do you mean who?" He obviously didn't understand and Tracy strove for her questions to be answered.

"The people in your memory, the ones doing those... things. Who are they?" He understood now was not feeling to kind to share. He turned his face away and started towards the door.

"It's none of your business." He said angrily as he opened the door. Needing him to stop Tracy reached out mentally.

"It is when your genes float through my DNA."

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(A/N) And the plot thickens:-D -Sabeybaby