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 11

He left her to sleep – again. He had to admit the girl held her own, now he just wanted to get her into the Danger Room and see how she could fight, so far he was impressed. He quietly took a shower and slipped from the room. He had a delivery arriving today and wanted to find someplace to hide it; he didn't want her finding out about her wedding present, yet.

There was definitely going to be a wedding, Helen needed someone to take care of her. He hadn't missed the signs, and knew the Runt and Rogue had done what they could, but she was going to take years, possibly decades to really get over her past.

It pissed him off to no end what a few short years could do to completely screw up a person. He heard voices downstairs, angry voices, angry Runt voice in particular and grinned. At least there would be something interesting to do until she woke up.

"…know what the hell you are doing here. You gave up any rights years ago." He heard Logan say as he walked into the Professor's study unannounced.

"She's my daughter and I'd like to see her." The woman was hidden from view but he could smell her, she smelled like stale sex, stale perfume, stale sweat and death. Logan stepped out of the way and he saw her. Helen didn't take after her much, Victor could see her nose, the way the corner of her mouth quirked, and this woman had a horrible parody of the beautiful hands that he'd enjoyed all morning. He let out a low growl.

"Ahh, Victor can I get you to step outside for a moment." He knew for a fact Charles had known he was there, and there was no way he was leaving this room, not now, not after what the Runt had told him about this woman.

"Fuck you, Charles." He growled, and took a spot behind the Runt, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at the sad piece of flesh in the chair. And she was sad. He felt a sudden surge of gratitude to the Runt, Helen would never have to look like that, thanks to the healing factor. Victor would make sure life didn't harden her like that.

"I just want to see Helen." The woman said her voice a croak from too much booze and too much hard life. He saw women like that every day, aged twenty years older because of the bad choices in their lives. He didn't have a grain of sympathy for them. The rotting pile of flesh glanced over at him and flashed him what she probably thought was a winning smile, looking for sympathy. He didn't even hide the retch in reaction. She glared at him and turned back to Logan.

"You don't talk to him – you talk to me. She's MINE!" He growled it out.

"Yours?" The woman turned in the chair. That's when he figured it out, the entire left side of her face was stiff, as was the arm on that side, and then he saw the cane. She'd had at least one stroke, and was working on another one.

"That's right, MINE, and you stay the fuck away from my mate."

"I'm her mother." The woman said.

"No you are the sack of shit that gave birth to her, her mother's upstairs." He snarled. Logan glanced at him in surprise and Victor flashed him a small grin. Sometimes he could see eye to eye with the Runt, sometimes.

"I just wanted to tell her about her grandfather." He and Logan both let out matching growls at the same time; they'd both picked up on the lie.

"Mr. Logan…" One of the kids from the danger room, one of the twins, Donny, he thought, came bursting into the door. "It's Rogue."

"SHIT!" Logan muttered. "She's all yours." He tossed his head at the woman in the chair and took off out the door. Victor let his favorite smile cross his face.

"VICTOR!" Charles said harshly. "No bloodshed in my office."

The woman's face blanched.

"You go see what's going on with Rogue, let me deal with this."

"Rogue is fine, in labor but fine." Charles said simply.

"It's too damned early." Victor said, ignoring the woman in the chair.

"Babies come when they are ready, Victor, and those two little minds tell me they are very ready."

Victor growled a tinge of concern for the little spitfire. He had to admit just a little admiration for her, putting up with the Runt all these years.

"Now, Ms. Denny you did sign giving up your parental rights, but Helen is eighteen and if she chooses to see you that is her choice." Charles said to the woman in the chair.

"Then someone tell her I'm here." The woman snapped at Charles.

"Why don't you take care of that Charles, I'd like a few words with…Ms. Denny."

"I'll go take care of that. Victor, remember what I said, no blood on my carpet." Charles said as he wheeled himself out of the office.

They were alone, Victor smiled at the woman and it widened as she blanched. "What do you really want with my mate?" He growled.

"Your what? Mate…her father is allowing a beast like you around my little girl, and they said what I did was abuse." She sneered. He gave her points for guts, and understood where Helen came by it – she got it in spades from both parents.

"He didn't have much to say about it…she's MINE!" He roared the last word at her. She stood her ground, and he gave her another point for that. He might not kill the bitch – yet. "Now what the HELL do you want?"

"Her grandfather died, I thought I might at least tell her." He growled. "Alright, fine, the old bastard left everything to her, and I need the money to live on…disability doesn't go very far." She glared at him.

"Get the fuck out – and don't ever let me see you again. Helen's mine."

"I need her to sign these papers."

"I don't care what YOU need, bitch. Logan told me what you did to my girl, and if you ever come anywhere near her again I'll rip your guts out and wear them for garters…"

"VICTOR!" Helen shouted behind him.

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"VICTOR!" She shouted just because Belinda was a bitch didn't give him the right to talk to her like that. Belinda was her problem, not his.

"I am NOT going to let that woman hurt you again, Darlin." He snarled.

"I am MORE than capable of handling this myself, Sweetheart." She snarled back.

"Helen, I just wanted to let you know about your grandfather." Belinda said and Helen turned on the woman that gave birth to her.

"I really couldn't care less…none of you ever did anything for me." She snapped. She wasn't really pissed at Belinda but she didn't want to even consider her life before the mansion.

"YOU ungrateful little bitch, I gave birth to you, now you sign these papers before I slap you into next week, you little fucking slut." Helen could feel the tight knot starting to form in her stomach. The tirade went on, and she only half listened to it as Belinda listed all her faults, from infancy. She just wanted to run – find someplace to hide to get away from the hate and anger. It was the low growl from across the room that made her look up.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" He roared. "AND YOU…" He turned on Helen and it was the last straw, she just collapsed into a ball on the floor trembling, tears slipping from under her tightly closed eyelids, her body curled protectively in against the coming blows. The second roar and the sound of ripping paper barely registered in her mind.

"Get the fuck out and stay out – and if I EVER see you again I WILL rip your guts out." She heard him shout, and the loud slam of the front door of the mansion. She'd managed to curl up against the Professor's desk, trying to find someplace where the blows would only come from one side. She didn't even look up at the sound of the office door closing.

He paced back and forth, snarling, muttering to himself and she waited to see what he would do. She hadn't been this afraid since she was a little girl.

"JUST QUIT!!!!" He roared at her, slamming his fist into a wall.

She just whimpered deep in her throat and cowered further against the desk.

"I don't do this frail CRAP!" He snarled.

She watched his booted feet pace back and forth across the Professor's antique Persian rug. She tried to bite back the whimper, afraid of what he might do if he heard it. Suddenly his hands were tight around her arms and he was shaking her.

"HELEN!" He roared in her face. She was suspended by her upper arms; her feet at least three feet off the floor. She couldn't look at him, so she just stared at the X-Men sweatshirt he was wearing. "Listen to me…you have to calm down. This isn't good for either of us."

His voice was strained and she could tell he was trying to be calm. Suddenly she was against his chest, her head tucked under his chin and her body started to tremble as he sat in one of the leather chairs, and cradled her against him.

"You tell ANYONE about this…" He muttered against her hair as she felt the first wracking sobs hit her body. He held her as she cried, her body shaking. From somewhere her fear fogged mind registered a strange low sound, soothing and comforting. It took a while for her to realize it was him purring as he stroked her hair. Finally the sobs subsided and she realized she was curled up in Sabretooth's lap with him purring and petting her like a kitten.

"Now you want ta tell me just what the fuck you were so damned scared of?" He muttered against her hair.

"You." She whispered.

"I don't think so…Darlin, you were nearly petrified when you walked in here."

"I just…"

"She still scares ya…She ever comes near ya again – I'll kill the bitch. What the HELL did she do to put you into a scare like that?" She could smell his anger again and wanted to diffuse it before he became violent again. "NO! No more fear damn it."

He tucked his finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him.

"You have no idea what that does to me?" He whispered before his lips crashed down on hers. She could feel him hardening against her hip as his claws raked through her hair, while the other hand roughly kneaded her breast through her top. "So either quit – or strip."

She hesitantly raised her hands to the buttons of her blouse but his large hand gripped both of hers and stopped her.

"I shouldn't have given ya a choice…." He muttered. "This ain't the time, and you're gonna tell me." He gripped her hands till they hurt. "What did she do?"

"I thought Logan told you?" She finally managed to choke out.

"Just the basics, I want details, so that when I catch the bitch I can make sure she atones for every fucking thing."

"Don't."

"Helen, she hurt you, and only you know who or how many others have hurt you because of her, and I want you to tell me."

"No." She waited for him to get angry.

"Alright – for now, but you are gonna tell me, someday." His lips were brushing across her forehead, and she leaned in as his arms slipped around her and pressed her close against his chest. He stood up, suddenly, dumping her onto the floor.

"Now – you have a Danger Room session, and I have a class to get back to." He turned on his heel and stormed out the door.

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Logan heard the door slam and the car drive off, he hoped the bitch was gone. A sudden sharp pain in his hand drew his attention back to his wife in the bed. She had a death grip on his hand, and it was causing the tips of his claws to dig into the flesh between his fingers.

"Darlin…"

"I'm FIAHNNNNN!" She shouted through the pain.

"I see a cranial cavity…" Hank said from his place between Rogue's feet. "Just a little more…"

"My skin…" Rogue started, but the urge to push hit her hard, and she just grunted and strained, and Logan just sat there helplessly as she tried to crush the adamantium coated bones in his hand.

The sudden cry and quick movement of Dr. McCoy startled both of them. As soon as the head and shoulders were out and the baby was breathing, he hadn't waited for the next contraction, but gently and quickly pulled the baby from harm's way.

"No adverse reaction to your skin, Rogue, and she seems to be healthy in every way." Hank said as he passed the newborn to Jubilee who was assisting him. Logan hissed as Rogue clamped down on his hand again as another contraction hit, announcing the imminent arrival of the second twin.

Logan wanted to wipe the sweat from his brow, but Marie had such a grip on his hands that he didn't dare try to free one.

"LOGAN! I'm NEVER doin' this again…" She shouted as she bore down again, and another tiny cry joined her sister's.

"Of course not, Darlin, whatever you say, Darlin." He whispered against her hair as their third daughter entered the room. The first was bundled in a blanket and in the warmer already, and this one quickly joined her sister.

Marie dropped back against Logan's chest where he'd been sitting supporting her and he let her pull his arms tight around her chest.

"You did it, Darlin." He whispered. Hank's huge blue hands completely engulfed the first baby as he brought her to her mother.

"I believe this one is Elizabeth." He smiled and handed he bundled infant to her mother, Jubilee was still cleaning and examining the second one. "Amanda will be along shortly."

He watched as Marie tentatively brushed a bare finger across the baby's cheek, he could smell her fear, that her control would slip and she'd hurt the tiny thing. He hated her fear, and wanted to snarl at the blanket wrapped bundle that was frightening his mate. His hands were finally free and he forced himself to keep his claws sheathed.

"And here's Amanda." Hank said as the blanketed bundle was dropped unceremoniously in his arms. He glared down at the tiny thing and something happened. It's little nose wrinkled in a certain way, like Marie's and he realized that this wasn't something threatening, and yet completely daunting. He took a scent, and memorized both infant's scents immediately. He found it almost impossible to tear his eyes from Amanda, but he had to look at Elizabeth and make sure she was alright.

Marie was cooing at the baby in her arms, and he smiled. His girl was holding his girl, while he held the other one. Life couldn't be more perfect.