He had no clue she was even there. she stared at him studying the man who had tried to rip her family apart. Part of her wanted to kill him where he sat. The other part of her felt sorry for the way his life had taken an innocent child and turned him into the jaded hate-filled man she saw now. He was an older looking man with graying blond hair and white in his beard. He was a big man who looked strong despite his age. His hair was cut short and he had familiar sky blue eyes that made her smile sadly to herself. He looked so much like his father it made her feel like the breath had been kicked out of her and left a painful tightness in her chest. "We haven't been properly introduced." Her soft voice broke the quiet of his office. He pulled a gun faster than she thought he'd be able too. She smiled at him before she spoke. "Nice glock." She looked at the pistol a little closer. "9 mm with laser Sights." She looked down at the small red dot over her heart. He looked a bit shocked when she looked back up at him and smiled. "What, you think I don't know what kind of gun that is? I was raised by a slightly paranoid retired army ranger. And I live with your father sweetheart. There's not much I don't know about firearms. Anyway, I'm your... "

"I know who you are. Your my fathers whore wife."

"Don't you think that's a rude thing to say to your step-mother Graydon?" His head cocked to the side watching her. Sara's stomach dropped at his small action. She had seen his father do the very same thing more times then she could count.

"I'm old enough to be your father. You should be the one showing me respect."

"I see your point there. I was always told to respect my elders. You mind if I fix myself a drink?" She turned her back on him uncaring about the gun that was pointed at her. "I've had a really hard day Graydon." Her hand skimmed over the bottles trying to decide what she wanted. Her hand stopped and picked up a bottle looking at it. "Ooh, Glengoolie blue. This is the good stuff. Is this really three hundred dollars a bottle?" She turned holding the bottle up for him to see. He shook his head yes staring at her. He was at a loss as to how uncaring she looked as he pointed a gun at her. She made two drinks and sat one on his desk as she sat across from him. "You know my day started off really great. One of my best friends got married. But then the day went to hell in a handbag at her reception all because of you." She said relaxing back into his plush office chair. He put his gun down beside his drink and sat down. "Looks like you have blood all over that pretty little dress of yours." He said taking a drink. "Yeah, well the man you sent blew the back of your fathers head off. I was standing right beside him." He sucked in a shocked breath when she pulled her sunglasses off. "We need to have a serious talk darlin' because there's no way in hell you're getting away with that."

"What the hell are you?"

She laughed at him as she took a sip of her drink.

"Your father asked me the same thing years ago."

"Stop calling that thing my father."

"He is your father Graydon. You look just like him. We are all family."

"No! I don't have any family!"

"Yes you do! You have him and you have two little brothers and a little sister you have never met. You have an uncle. And he has a wife and a baby on the way."

He stared at her as the flames in her eyes licked her eye lids.

"Whats the matter, My ex husband didn't tell you about the family you have?"

"How did you know about him?"

"Oh honey, the intel you have on me must be really bad if you don't know what I'm able to do."

"I don't give a fuck what you can do. Or what you think you know. Victor Creed does not have a brother." The sound of Sara's laughter filling his office irritated him to the point that his anger nearly blinded him. He stood quickly and pointed the gun right at her head. Before he knew what happened his weapon was ripped from his hand and he was pushed back into his chair. "You have a temper just like your father." she said popping the clip from the gun and racking the chamber to eject the bullet in it. "What you don't know about your father can fill a book. And trust me you should give a fuck about what I can do."

"If your going to kill me just get it over with."

"I'm not going to kill you. Because that's what you want."

"You have no idea what the hell I want!"

"You sure about that darlin'?"

Sara watched the glass on his desk fly across the room and smash when it hit the wall. She shook her head and looked at him sadly.

"You can't hide it from me Graydon." She tapped the side of her head. "I know why you sent Jerome Woodard."

"You don't know shit!"

"Yes I do." Her voice was calm and soft as she spoke. "You thought if you sent that man to shoot me Victor would come and hunt you down. You knew Jerome would get captured before he could get out. And you knew one way or the other Professor Xavier would find out who sent him. The only problem is he missed me and got your father." She ran her fingers over the cool metal of the gun staring at it deep in thought. She didn't even look at him when she spoke. "You thought he'd come here and rip you apart didn't you? It'd all be captured on your video cameras." She pointed at one in his office. "Graydon the war you want to come is not going to happen." She looked at him not hiding the sadness in her eyes. "No matter what you do the mutant rights bill is going to pass. You think by trying to kill me you could use your father as a tool to become a martyr for your anti-mutant agenda. Your wasting your time. If you keep going down this road all the hate and pain will eat you alive darlin'." Her honey thick voice washed over him like a cool breeze. "Please just think about this. It doesn't have to be this way Graydon. Your father had no clue about you. He would have come for you if he knew."

"Has he totally brainwashed you or are you just stupid? There's no way in hell he would have done a damn thing for me. I'm. Not. A. Mutant!" His fist hit his desk with every word. His anger rolled off him in soul shattering waves.

"Graydon...Our sons are not mutants and he worships the ground they walk on. You have no idea how he feels about you. How he thinks about you and regrets not knowing you." She was desperately trying to make him understand. She could feel it, the pain in him that slowly turned into such a life altering hate it was destroying his soul. It was seeping into her mind and she was fighting to hold back tears.

"You think you know it all don't you? Do you have any idea what it's like to grow up knowing nobody cares if you live or die? My whore mother give me away because I'm not a mutant. And my freak of a father is a mass murderer that's been killing for over a hundred years. So please forgive me if I don't give a fuck about what you think you know! The only way to stop this plague is a mass genocide,a holocaust of biblical proportions. And when this war does start I'm coming for your little bastard brats first."

The hate and pain in his eyes left her feeling bleak for him. He was lost and she knew it. There was no getting through to him. He was lost to the darkness that had surrounded him his whole life. At his fathers lowest point there was still a small part of him that protected his soul. The animal in him refusing to back down. That was the part that always cried out to her begging for her help without him ever saying a word, be it by killing him or healing him she had always felt it. She was nearly frantic searching for the same spark in the man before her. No matter how much she wanted to help him, he would always be lost to them. He'd never know how much it hurt her to know she had failed him. No matter what he had done or was planning to do he was still her husbands child, A part of him and she had failed to save him.

Sara smiled sadly at her step-son. The tears stung her eyes as they slipped down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry Graydon..."