(A/N) Before y'all read the fic, I suggest u read this first. I got a complaint from someone about having too much Tory in the story. Well, you must realize I put everything in the story for a reason, so if I put a lot of Victoria stuff in it you either read it and accept it or read it and get off my case about it. Both ways work for me. ;-) Just chill out and enjoy the story. -Sabeybaby
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Victor slumped in the driver's side of the jeep he had "borrowed." It was a comfortable ride but he was so tired that keeping his eyes on the road was becoming harder the farther he drove. Slurping some more of the coffee he had bought from a nearby gas station he continued to focus on the road. Relaxing into the drive he growled as he watched a guy in a sleek, red convertible flick him off once he realized Victor was going to slow for his tastes. The guy pulled around him and Victor glared at the much smaller man. He watched as the guy who was not paying attention to the road missed the sign that signaled to the drivers that the next turn was supposed to be a 25 mile per hour one. The guy took the turn at 55, losing control of the car he flew off onto the side of the road. He began to yell explicatives at Victor as he zoomed past him.
Smirking to himself he focused on the drive so he didn't end up like the smaller man. His thoughts drifted now to Dezra and he wondered what she was doing at this point in time. Glancing at the clock he realized she was probably asleep in her bed seeing as how it was nearing two o'clock. Breathing deeply of the fresh night air he let his mind surround the images he held of her. It had been so long since they were together that all he had now was images of Dezra in his mind and a t-shirt that she had forgotten when she gathered a bag of clothing to take with her. His mind firmly grasped the image of Dezra smiling broadly at him as he gently reprimanded the freshly dead Shatter. Victor's throat constricted as he recalled what he had been doing several hours ago.
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Victor dug dilligently into the snowy ground as he continuously glanced over his shoulder at the box that held his best friend and apprentice. Hot tears threatened to spill as he forced the shovel into the ground. The cold air of Canada soaked into his body but he ignored it and dug farther into the ground. Slumping against the shovel in his exhaustion he let a single tear escape. The rest pressed at the backs of his eyeballs but he held them back forcefully, he would not be seen as weak in front of the soldiers surounding him. Some of the them had come in respect of the strong man who had practically raised them while others were friends of his who were heartbroken to see him leave. As he suspected, Leon was absent for the makeshift burial and Victor wouldn't have it any other way.
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Firmly pushing thoughts of his friend away Victor pulled up into a motel parking lot. Shutting off the jeep he exited it and entered the run down building. He wasn't in the mood to be living the high life when his best friend was dead, it just made him mad. The current person working the desk of the motel was a young woman that looked to be in her twenties. Her hair was cut short and blonde, green eyes peered at Victor curiously as he requested a room for the night. She openly admired his body, running her heated gaze up and down his body shamelessly. She smiled at him suggestively and Victor wondered idly if he should take up her obvious offer. Deciding against it took the keys out of her grasp and went to his room without so much as a good bye.
Opening up the door to his room he scrunched his nose against the smells assaulting his senses. It smelled like something had crawled up and died in there. Perfect. Victor hoped the strong smells would keep him from remembering anything more of Shatter. Tossing his jacket onto a bed post he crawled up on the top of the bed and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
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Dezra smiled as she watched the Blackbird land, in it was the remainder of her children who had been on a mission with Scott when she arrived and she was very excited to see them again. The ship landed and the ramp lowered revealing an anxious group. Most of the children were red headed or blonde, the majority of those kids being Dezra's children. Someone from the crowd recognized her and squealed excitedly.
"Mommy!" A young red head ran out of the Blackbird and into her awaiting arms. She grasped one of her youngest children, Travis and hugged him tightly.
"Oh my baby." She whispered in his ear as she swung him in a circle. The other children of hers ran out of the ship and into her arms as well. They all were excited, showing this through their insistant pleading for "their turn to hug Momma" and how they wanted to "show Momma what they learned." The X-Men were smiling at Dezra's children's open show of affection. As a group they all reentered the X-Mansion and gathered in the parlor. The smaller children eithr sat on Dezra's lap or on the floor around her. They all had questions to ask or things to tell her and she listened patiently to every single one. They were interupted by the sound of a car coming up the driveway.
Jean closed her eyes and focused with her mind to pinpoint who exactly it was coming up the driveway while Dezra ignored the interuption and played with her children. The X-Men ran outside the mansion and into the driveway, leaving Dezra and her children alone in the parlor. The door being forcefully opened, making a loud shattering noise as it broke into pieces brought the red headed woman out of her thoughts. She slowly turned towards the door and smiled broadly at the man standing in the doorway. She prepared herself for whatever whitty thing the man she loved had to say. As he opened his mouth she found herself staring at his lips.
"Stupid doors."
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(A/N) Hope that was a fun chapter. -Sabeybaby