SUMMARY: Alternate Universe. Mystique doesn't work for Magneto nor did she turn blue when her mutation took effect; she still shape shifts though, Wolverine never lost his memory and Victor Creed was not raised by a sadistic father; for those who wish to correct me on certain points. Things are much alike, also very different. Sorry about the extended first chapter. Actually is number of chapters, but I should have separated them. Got carried away, what can I say except sorry.

CHAPTER 16: MEET THE WALKER CLAN

Bell continued to eat while Victor and Logan had finished their breakfast some time ago. Most of the customers that heard Bell's story had left and new hungry folks came in for breakfast or for coffee before going to work. One little boy who had come in a few minutes ago with his mother had watched Bell eat with fascination. He had never seen anyone eat so much in so little time before.

"She's been without food for a couple of days, eh?" Logan said with a little snicker. "More like a couple of weeks looks like." Bell looked up at Logan and gave an embarrassed smile. Victor grinned at that.

"Don't mind him babe, he's just jealous that you could eat him under the table." Victor said, chuckling.

"Okay," she said thru her food, and continued to fork pancakes and sausages into her mouth.

"So Vic, you still have that apartment? Cause you and I need to have a serious talk." Victor's smile dimmed a bit.

"You're not still sore about me hitting you with the tree, are you?"

The boy who had been watching Bell eat heard that and his mouth dropped open. "Sweetie, it's not nice to eavesdrop." His mother said to her son, "I'm sure he's just exaggerating." His mother said, not even looking up from her paper.

Bell looked up from her breakfast and swallowed her last mouthful. "Victor, you hit your brother with a tree?" She said surprised.

"Well, it was nothin' personal," Victor said.

"It was just business!" Victor and Logan chanted together. And they laughed. The little boy couldn't contain himself.

"You hit you brother with a tree?! Are you wrestlers? Cause I never seen you before." The boy said. "But I like your costume, it's neat."

"Yeah, kid. We're wrestlers, minor league circuit. Thanks, I do to." Victor said.

"Are those real furs on your coat? Cause they look like real animals." The boy asked. It looks like a question session was beginning. His mother sighed, and Victor and Logan and Bell could hear his mother mutter, 'Can't take Johnny anywhere.'

"Yep, killed them myself," the boy's eyes went wide. Then I tanned the hides and sewed them together and viola! A costume fit for a very badas----"Victor said smirking.

"Victor! Mind you language in front of the child!" Logan interrupted.

""Man, little brother, you ain't no fun." Victor whined. Bell coughed and sputtered. The boy's mother gave Victor a hard stare. If he were anyone else he might have intimated. But Victor just laughed at her. She rolled her eyes and hoped that the strange trio would just hurry up and leave.

"Wrestlers! Humph. No more of that for you Johnny." The mother said sternly.

"Aw mom!" Johnny whined pitifully. Bell couldn't stand that tone and she thought it best to change it. She gave the most outrageously loud burp that continued for some time. Johnny looked at her in awe. He laughed and laughed. "Good one!" He said happily. "That was amazing; I wish I could do that."

"Thank you Johnny, I've been working on that one all morning." Bell said giving Johnny a little bow. Smiles came from all direction and Logan even heard a laugh coming from the kitchen.

"Hey Sam, someone out there liked your cooking." Logan and Vic, and Bell heard one of the cooks in the kitchen say to the other. "Sounds like it," replied Sam.

"Well, I'm done, let's go." Bell said to Victor.

"Yeah, we better leave before mom over there has us arrested for delinquency of a minor." Logan chuckled and stood up and grabbed the helmet. Victor left a rather good tip and went to pay the breakfast bill. Logan let him pay for his breakfast, and Victor said nothing about it.

"Where are you parked little brother?" Victor asked as he and the others left the diner.

"Over there by your muscle car of course." Logan replied pointing at the bike.

"That puny looking thing?! Sheesh, your taste in motorcycles is terrible." Victor said.

"It's not my bike. You blew up my bike and my truck. I demand replacements!" Logan said.

"I did not blow up your bike and truck." Victor said

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too." Bell sighed. This could go on for a while.

"Just follow me on that clown bike and we'll talk about it at my apartment." Victor unlocked his car and opened the passenger door for Bell. "Here ya go Babe." Victor said smiling.

"Thanks." Bell got into the car and buckled up. Victor closed the passenger door and got into the car and they were off.

It was a fairly long drive and because it was early in the morning, the traffic wasn't so bad. Bell noticed that they were headed in the swankiest part of New York City. She had only seen pictures of the places she was now seeing out the window. Why were they heading here? Victor drove to a beautiful apartment building and pulled into the parking garage. The parking garaged was larger and nicer than her apartment that she got evicted from. He parked his car in a space that was reserved for him. Logan pulled aside and stopped the cycle and set it up. Bell and Victor got out of the car and walked over to Logan.

"Hey that's not so puny a bike. It looks real hot." Bell said looking closer at it.

"The guy who loaned it to me made some adjustments on it. It rides like a dream." Victor looked at it a scuffed. "Victor the bike you have makes even an old Indian motorcycle look like a miniature." Logan said smiling.

"Yeah, well I guess I'm bias. I built it myself, ya know."

"Yeah, I know, along with that monster you got parked over there." Logan chuckled. "Bell, this guy could build cars almost before there were called cars."

"Uh, what?" Bell asked confused.

"Hey, kid brother don't rat on us. I'm only eight years older then you and you're not that young anymore, either." Victor said chuckling at the look on Bell's face. "We're older than ya think we are. Come on let's got to the penthouse, I need to take a shower and change clothes." Bell nodded. The three walked over to a private elevator and Victor got out a set of keys and turned the key. The elevator dinged and a handsome business man got out of the elevator he was carrying a briefcase.

"Oh, hey Victor, just got back from a costume party? Nice looking outfit." He gave Victor a wink and looked at Bell. "I didn't know you had a twin sister."

"I don't, Harold. You know they say that everyone has a double, mine is a woman I just found out." Victor said.

"Well, lucky you. So who's this?" He said looking at Logan.

"Nobody special, just my little brother." Victor said.

"Victor, any brother of yours unless he's your size would be have to be your little brother." Harold said laughing. "Well, it's nice to meet you little brother and you too...look-alike...I have to go to work now, I'd love to stay and chat... can't... goodbye for now."

"See ya Harold." Victor said putting the key in and turning it to open the elevator door again. Security measures in this building were rather good, and the door closed after only a few seconds of allowing the person to exit unless a button on the inside was pushed. They got into the elevator and more keys and more buttons then the elevator started going up.

It was a short ride for the elevator was a fast one. It stopped and they got off and went to a large door across from the elevator. The noise coming from behind the door was loud, even to someone with normal hearing.

"Uh, Victor...did you by any chance rent out your apartment to someone as a daycare centre?" Logan asked. He knew the answer already but he enjoyed the joke.

"No, I did not." Victor took a deep sniff. "Damn, the entire tribe is here. When I gave an extra set of keys to Graydon and said he could use this place when he was in town I didn't expect him to bring all his terror mongers with him."

Victor opened the door, and the sensitive ears of the trio were assaulted by a riot of screams and laughter. There were youngster of both sexes and many different ages cluttering the living room of the penthouse. There was even a red shaggy dog playing tug of war with one of the children. Bell was astonished to see on boy juggling furniture and vases without using his hands. Victor surveyed the carnage; so far no one had seen the trio enter the apartment. Victor slammed the door, and some of the noise quieted. But only a few hear the door slam, but they didn't even bother to look to see which door was slammed. Victor decided to cheat, he gave out a tremendous roar that shook the windows and alerted the entire floor of the building that he was now home.

The effect was immediate. All playing, laughing and fighting halted in that moment. All the children's faces were now turned to the man that roared. There was blessed silence as it registered that the big man was in the room.

"Steven! Put my furniture down, gently. Some of those pieces cost more then your father makes in a year." He said firmly to the juggler. He now turned his attention onto the dog. "Sheila. Only service animals are allowed in this building...in other words, no dogs allowed." The dog that had been wagging its tall furiously in joy when it had seen him, but now it stopped dead and it plopped down in a sitting position looking totally dejected; whining pitifully. To Bell surprise it went from being a shaggy dog into a little girl, wearing bright blue pajamas with Finding Nemo characters on it. The dejection didn't last long for she attacked him.

Granddad! Granddad!" That was that was needed to start a stampede.

"Please tell me that your parents did not leave you here." Victor said with a little panic in his voice. Bell turned to look at him. Sabretooth afraid? But she looked at the kids that had begun to engulf him in joyous reunion, and she thought, yeah that would do it. All those kids for him to take care of alone would panic anyone. Even Sabretooth.

Bell looked over the kids, they were a handsome group. The boys were cute and the girls were precious. She smiled, they were a handsome family. But she still didn't think Victor look old enough to be a grandfather. Sheila had grabbed Victor by the hand and was practically using him as a swing.

A hefty, tall man, but not nearly as tall as Victor; with dark hair came striding into the room. He was dressed in a white shirt and gray slacks. He was carrying a coffee mug.

"Hey dad, I thought I heard you." He smiled and nodded to his father. He sat down at the table and put his coffee mug on it next to a laptop computer.

"Graydon, when I gave you the keys to my penthouse, I meant them only for you, and maybe your wife not the terror squad there." Victor said, while Logan chuckled away and began to reintroduce himself to his grand-nephews and nieces.

"Yeah, dad I know. But with the summit conference most of the hotels are booked solid and I can't seem to find a hotel that will take my family." Graydon said scanning the room. "It seems that the word is out about the Walker family and I can't get any of them to spring for rooms." Graydon sounded mildly surprised.

"I wonder why they would deny you rooms for your kids...I mean they are so well behaved and quiet." Victor said sarcastically.

"Sheila, your grandfather is not a Jungle Jim. Now go get dressed." Graydon said sternly. Sheila ignored him and kept up the swinging. Graydon sighed.

A fight between a couple of Graydon's sons broke out. "Hey give that back, it's mine."

"Come and get it, ya little dork!" the response to that demand. Suddenly Bell saw and smelt something which she didn't expect. They younger boy pointed a finger at his tormentor and a small ball of blue light shot out of it and hit him. "Owww!! That hurt, dad tell Oliver to stop shooting his blue bolts at me!"

"Oliver, stop zapping your brother, Alexander give him back whatever you took from him, or I'm getting your mom out here!" Graydon said firmly. Alexander gave back a book to Oliver, and Sheila immediately let go of her grandfather's arm. Whatever power that mom had was impressive, the room became quiet and none of the children were acting up. Since Graydon now had all his offspring's attention he took advantage of it.

"Everyone, I want you to go and get dressed, right now. I want you to be ready to leave by the time your mother comes out here, or you'll have to answer to her."

Bell had never seen a room cleared out so fast.