Chapter 3
Logan walked down the hall of the mansion holding an internal debate as to where to go within himself. He heard Lance following behind him and veered towards his room, there was a couch and they could talk there, in addition no one was likely to try and enter his room without fair warning.
Lance followed quickly behind, there were hundreds of thoughts running through his head as he walked behind the older mutant. What should he call him? Master? Sir? Wolverine? The last two didn't sound right, after all he was his now, right?
He wondered what he wanted, maybe he was what Sabertooth had said, and the Professor had agreed so he must belong to him. It felt good to belong again, and he knew that was wrong but didn't care, and that thought just sent his mind spiraling in more circles.
He stopped suddenly as they came to a heavy wooden door, Loga...Master quickly unlocked it and walked inside, Lance followed and stopped just inside the door. The room was huge containing a sitting area with a couch, a chair, and a coffee table; and a large wooden bed that sat against the other wall. Lance's heartbeat quickened as he looked around the room and then he heard a shuffling sound as Master sat on the couch.
Logan looked at the teen standing in the doorway and could hear his heartbeat speed up as he looked around the room, when he saw him look at him he spoke firmly, "Come here."
He watched as the boy came over to him and instead of sitting on the couch or the chair like he had meant knelt by his knees, his head resting on one of them. Logan seriously wanted to live up to his name as he felt the anger start to rise, he wanted to tear apart Magneto.
Suddenly the scent of fear was coming from the teen, and he saw Lance looking at him apprehensively, obviously he could sense that he was getting angry and thought it was directed at him.
Through sheer force of will Logan calmed himself down and spoke firmly but reassuringly to the teen who had yet to meet his eyes, "If you are comfortable you may stay, but you are allowed on the couch. I am going to ask to you some questions and I want answers, is that clear?"
Lance looked up startled, and then he nodded not yet moving off the floor, it might be a trick, "Yes Master."
Logan winced at the name, "Don't call me that!" Watching the teen draw back he quickly softened his tone, "I am not your Master, you can call me Wolverine, or Logan, if you can't call me one of those call me Sir. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mas...Sir"
He sighed, it was better but obviously the boy was not comfortable even calling him that, there was a lot of deprogramming that the Professor had to work through, and himself as well now.
Todd was already regaining his personality, and even though he had relapsed was still better around adults then Lance was; in addition he had both Lance and Pietro supporting him. Pietro was the same story, he had the support of the other two and really seemed to have the least problems as long as the Professor had some time to sort through the multitudes of things running through his head.
Lance had made it so that he was the head of their family structure in a way, he didn't ask for anything from the other two, and though they would support him, they did not provide a solid base. However they did seem to provide something to anchor the boy, something that made sure at least part of his real self had stayed even after Magneto had showed his true colors. Todd and Pietro seemed to be the only reason that Lance would dare to stand up to an authority figure.
Shaking off the thoughts Logan returned his attention the boy in front of him, he seemed slightly more relaxed, so he wanted some questions answered. "When did this start?"
Fear again seemed to come off Lance as his shoulders tightened at the question, "When did what start Sir?"
"This situation with Magneto, and why did you stay."
"Originally Lord Magneto and I made an agreement, I would do what he wanted, when he wanted and he would provide for the other two, and not kill or hurt them. They didn't have anywhere else to go and there was no way I would let him hurt them."
Logan nearly smiled at the strength of the emotions as he continued, "But I wasn't good, I couldn't do what he wanted all the time, he made me quit my job and I waited for him more. If I didn't already have all the credits for school I probably wouldn't graduate. He trained me to his pleasure and to new fighting skills, I'm even more adept at hand to hand."
"Where does Sabertooth come in Lance?"
As soon as he asked the question he could hear Lance's heart start pounding, sweat start to appear, and shame start to roll off him, "I..I.. disobeyed an order by my Lord, it was my own fault; he had to punish me. So..o. he too..ok me to one of the bases and gave me to Sabertooth for a night. He..e hurt..t me..e, and I begged but he wouldn't listen. In the morning my Lord picked me up and cleaned me off, he was very kind, and I promised I wouldn't do it again. He promised to protect me from Sabertooth as long as I was good. He is a very kind Master...."
"Your tellin' me that Magneto just gave you to Sabertooth like some kind of toy?"
"He had to, I was bad, and had to be punished, he made it all better and it didn't happen again."
Logan could only shake his head, he was making sure to keep his anger invisible, but it was becoming an increasing hard struggle. He really did want to go out and cut apart the two mutants. They broke something and he was left to pick up the pieces.
Though looking down at the boy who was comfortably leaning against his legs he was not so adverse to helping pick up those pieces. Running his hands through Lance's hair he changed the topic, there was plenty of time to talk about the other two later. "The professor tells me you and the other two are comin' out tonight?"
"Yes Sir, he doesn't think he would be able to keep us secret much longer, and he thought it would be better if you three were present so things wouldn't escalate."
"Ah, you will not fight with the X-men tonight is that understood? The talk is already going to be hard enough without altercations. NO FIGHTING. Try and convince the other two as well."
"Yes Sir."
"Go then, I will see you after dinner for the grand unveiling."
Lance stood and left the room as Logan stayed and thought about the situation, maybe now he could get him to remove that thing around his neck. Shaking his head he stood and went to find the Professor, tonight was not going be fun.
Logan walked down the hall of the mansion holding an internal debate as to where to go within himself. He heard Lance following behind him and veered towards his room, there was a couch and they could talk there, in addition no one was likely to try and enter his room without fair warning.
Lance followed quickly behind, there were hundreds of thoughts running through his head as he walked behind the older mutant. What should he call him? Master? Sir? Wolverine? The last two didn't sound right, after all he was his now, right?
He wondered what he wanted, maybe he was what Sabertooth had said, and the Professor had agreed so he must belong to him. It felt good to belong again, and he knew that was wrong but didn't care, and that thought just sent his mind spiraling in more circles.
He stopped suddenly as they came to a heavy wooden door, Loga...Master quickly unlocked it and walked inside, Lance followed and stopped just inside the door. The room was huge containing a sitting area with a couch, a chair, and a coffee table; and a large wooden bed that sat against the other wall. Lance's heartbeat quickened as he looked around the room and then he heard a shuffling sound as Master sat on the couch.
Logan looked at the teen standing in the doorway and could hear his heartbeat speed up as he looked around the room, when he saw him look at him he spoke firmly, "Come here."
He watched as the boy came over to him and instead of sitting on the couch or the chair like he had meant knelt by his knees, his head resting on one of them. Logan seriously wanted to live up to his name as he felt the anger start to rise, he wanted to tear apart Magneto.
Suddenly the scent of fear was coming from the teen, and he saw Lance looking at him apprehensively, obviously he could sense that he was getting angry and thought it was directed at him.
Through sheer force of will Logan calmed himself down and spoke firmly but reassuringly to the teen who had yet to meet his eyes, "If you are comfortable you may stay, but you are allowed on the couch. I am going to ask to you some questions and I want answers, is that clear?"
Lance looked up startled, and then he nodded not yet moving off the floor, it might be a trick, "Yes Master."
Logan winced at the name, "Don't call me that!" Watching the teen draw back he quickly softened his tone, "I am not your Master, you can call me Wolverine, or Logan, if you can't call me one of those call me Sir. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mas...Sir"
He sighed, it was better but obviously the boy was not comfortable even calling him that, there was a lot of deprogramming that the Professor had to work through, and himself as well now.
Todd was already regaining his personality, and even though he had relapsed was still better around adults then Lance was; in addition he had both Lance and Pietro supporting him. Pietro was the same story, he had the support of the other two and really seemed to have the least problems as long as the Professor had some time to sort through the multitudes of things running through his head.
Lance had made it so that he was the head of their family structure in a way, he didn't ask for anything from the other two, and though they would support him, they did not provide a solid base. However they did seem to provide something to anchor the boy, something that made sure at least part of his real self had stayed even after Magneto had showed his true colors. Todd and Pietro seemed to be the only reason that Lance would dare to stand up to an authority figure.
Shaking off the thoughts Logan returned his attention the boy in front of him, he seemed slightly more relaxed, so he wanted some questions answered. "When did this start?"
Fear again seemed to come off Lance as his shoulders tightened at the question, "When did what start Sir?"
"This situation with Magneto, and why did you stay."
"Originally Lord Magneto and I made an agreement, I would do what he wanted, when he wanted and he would provide for the other two, and not kill or hurt them. They didn't have anywhere else to go and there was no way I would let him hurt them."
Logan nearly smiled at the strength of the emotions as he continued, "But I wasn't good, I couldn't do what he wanted all the time, he made me quit my job and I waited for him more. If I didn't already have all the credits for school I probably wouldn't graduate. He trained me to his pleasure and to new fighting skills, I'm even more adept at hand to hand."
"Where does Sabertooth come in Lance?"
As soon as he asked the question he could hear Lance's heart start pounding, sweat start to appear, and shame start to roll off him, "I..I.. disobeyed an order by my Lord, it was my own fault; he had to punish me. So..o. he too..ok me to one of the bases and gave me to Sabertooth for a night. He..e hurt..t me..e, and I begged but he wouldn't listen. In the morning my Lord picked me up and cleaned me off, he was very kind, and I promised I wouldn't do it again. He promised to protect me from Sabertooth as long as I was good. He is a very kind Master...."
"Your tellin' me that Magneto just gave you to Sabertooth like some kind of toy?"
"He had to, I was bad, and had to be punished, he made it all better and it didn't happen again."
Logan could only shake his head, he was making sure to keep his anger invisible, but it was becoming an increasing hard struggle. He really did want to go out and cut apart the two mutants. They broke something and he was left to pick up the pieces.
Though looking down at the boy who was comfortably leaning against his legs he was not so adverse to helping pick up those pieces. Running his hands through Lance's hair he changed the topic, there was plenty of time to talk about the other two later. "The professor tells me you and the other two are comin' out tonight?"
"Yes Sir, he doesn't think he would be able to keep us secret much longer, and he thought it would be better if you three were present so things wouldn't escalate."
"Ah, you will not fight with the X-men tonight is that understood? The talk is already going to be hard enough without altercations. NO FIGHTING. Try and convince the other two as well."
"Yes Sir."
"Go then, I will see you after dinner for the grand unveiling."
Lance stood and left the room as Logan stayed and thought about the situation, maybe now he could get him to remove that thing around his neck. Shaking his head he stood and went to find the Professor, tonight was not going be fun.