A/N: Thank you Wolvies gal 1 and Xiowolfe for the reviews. Yes there's a reason for Logan acting evil but that's in the next chapter. ^__^
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"Nnn! Nnn!" Dawson stuck his hand out towards Luke currently in his wolf stage.
Bruce smirked slightly, "That's a dog, can you say dog?"
'I'm a wolf, Bruce.' Luke yawned glaring at Bruce lazily.
"Right now you're a dog, when he gets older and can actually speak, then you're a wolf."
"Nnn!" Dawson grunted again and Bruce sat him down on the floor next to Luke.
Nearly ten months had passed since Dawson's birth, and both Bruce and Virginia were surprised to have seen Logan pack up and leave for Canada. He didn't say a word to anyone, not even Rogue, who was getting married a week later and he was to be the one to walk her down the isle. His sudden disappearance left Bruce feeling uneasy and even more uptight than usual.
Dawson patted Luke's head then tugged on his ear rather harshly, Luke yelped in pain and Bruce picked the child back up smirking slightly.
"Woof!" Dawson giggled happily clapping his pudgy hands together.
Bruce stared down at his son in shock when Virginia walked by taking him from his arms, "Good boy!" She cooed smiling happily, "You're getting better at it."
Dawson giggled again, "Woof!"
Confused, Bruce followed Virginia into the kitchen where she was preparing Dawson some lunch, "When did he learn to say that?"
Shrugging, Virginia sat Dawson down in his highchair, "I'm not sure… I think it was sometime yesterday."
"And when were you planning on telling me?"
Kissing him on the cheek as she passed him to set down a plate of food for Dawson, Virginia smiled up at Bruce, "Right now. I haven't had the chance to talk to you before now."
Dawson played with his food for a moment before stuffing a piece of banana into his mouth. Luke suddenly started to bark in the next room, angry frightened barking. Before Bruce could react there was the sound of glass breaking drowned out by a startled cry from Nikki, who had been sleeping on the couch. Bruce was in the next room before the glass had a chance to settle on the floor. His eyes darted around the room for Luke; instead they landed on Nikki huddled up on the couch in hysterics. He could still hear Luke barking somewhere outside and the occasional "Woof!" from Dawson in the kitchen.
"Alex came back! He's back! Please don't let him hurt Luke!" Nikki cried trembling.
Bruce had done some research on Nikki and Luke; both had come from an asylum and had been abused and tortured. Alex having been the main abuser supposedly looked like Logan, Nikki often had a hard time telling the two apart.
Luke cried out in pain somewhere by the kitchen, Virginia screamed and Dawson began wailing frantically.
"Luke!" Nikki screamed following Bruce into the kitchen where they found the wolf whimpering on the ground, blood slowly pooling out from under him.
Virginia was standing before Logan, eyes pleading with him to not hurt her son who was dangling from his left hand. Dawson screamed and Logan pulled him more securely into his arms.
"Put him down." Bruce growled, his voice deep as he took on his Bruce persona.
Logan's eyes averted from Virginia to Bruce and narrowed, "He's my son and I'm takin' him with me."
"Logan!" Virginia shouted, "What the Hell has gotten into you?! This isn't like you. Give me back my baby." Her voice dropped into a strained whisper, her hands reached out for Dawson and hesitantly Logan handed him back.
Thinking the danger was over, Virginia sighed a breath of relief then screamed as Logan dove at Bruce.
"No!"
Bruce hit the floor with all two hundred some pounds of Logan on top of him. Using the momentum, Bruce flipped Logan off of him and scrambled to him feet. Logan slashed at him catching some of Bruce's shirt and flesh on his chest. Not even acknowledging the pain flooding through his chest, Bruce pressed on landing a solid punch to Logan's nose. Blood dripped out from the broken appendage but it healed quickly, and once again Logan was diving for Bruce's throat.
Luke attempted climbing to his feet, but the wound on his side caused him to fall back to the ground in pain. Nikki nuzzled into his fur gently running his hand over Luke's muzzle.
"You're okay, it's gonna… gonna be fine." Nikki whispered soothingly.
Due to the noise of the fight and all the screaming, the others ran into the living room where the fight had moved.
"Logan!" Rogue shouted as Piotr tried to subdue the enraged man.
Logan snarled struggling in Piotr's arms as the other man lead him out of the room with the help of Bobby. Kitty took Dawson from Virginia as she rushed to Bruce's side. Bruce stood up straight despite his injuries and labored breathing.
"Luke's hurt in the kitchen." She told Hank before turning back to Bruce, bruised and bleeding, "Oh God, this whole thing… this whole thing is my fault." She whispered in shock, her hand reaching out to touch his chest where his shirt had been shredded and blood began soaking through.
"No," Bruce shook his head, "This isn't your fault."
Virginia frowned, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She gently took his arm and looked over her shoulder where Kitty was standing with Dawson, "Will you watch him for me, please??"
Kitty nodded trying to calm Dawson down.
He hiccupped holding his arms out for Virginia, "Ma!" He sobbed.
"You're okay Dawson, mommy will be right back."
Dawson turned and wrapped his arms around Kitty's neck as Virginia and Bruce disappeared upstairs.
"Shh." Kitty soothed sitting down on the couch.
"Woof?" Dawson sniffed glancing at the kitchen door.
"Woof?" Kitty blinked, "Oh, you mean Luke," She smiled, "He'll be okay. I bet you'll see him later."
Dawson nodded seemingly accepting her answer.
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Stripping off his shirt, Bruce winced at the sudden coolness on his back. Virginia dabbed the clothe around his cuts cleaning off the blood.
"I'm sorry." She frowned pausing in her work to open the first aid kit she brought upstairs with her.
"For what?" Bruce grunted wincing at the sudden burning pain from the antiseptic Virginia sprayed on his cuts.
"For everything. Sleeping with Logan, this whole stupid mess." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and began bandaging Bruce's wounds.
He caught her hand and turned around, "We're going back to Gotham tomorrow."
Virginia's jaw dropped slightly, after a moment she nodded, "Okay. Tomorrow."
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A/N: Please review!