AN: This is my personal favorite chapter thus far. Hope you'll like it.

When she woke up she had a choice to make: try to avoid mister Creed for the rest of her stay or face him after what happened yesterday and ask what she needed to ask.

Avoiding was no option. She had to ask him… It was important for Jason's sake.

"Uhm, mister Creed?"

He looked her over from behind his desk. The tiny little thing standing in the doorway, afraid to come in.

He fucking hated her that way. She was a disgrace to all feral mutants on the planet. Where was her fucking killer instinct?! Why didn't she try to escape and give him a run for his money… Instead she just accepted her faith and helped them out. Did everything he ordered her to do. Stupid little wolf bitch. As if that would save her from the faith he had in mind for her. He would fucking tear her open as soon as Jimmy was alive and kicking.

And asleep... since his brother wouldn't let him do any of that. It be her own goddamn fault for always smelling so fucking needy.

"What is it little wolf?"

"I… wanted to ask you something sir"

"So ask. I don't bite… hard... You're way too fucking precious aren't you?" he spit sardonically.

Great, he was in one of his foul moods again. But there was no turning back now.

"It's kind of a favor sir" she hesitantly said as she closed the door behind her.

"A favor?" he scoffed. "You've got some guts little wolf… You are asking a favor… off me?"

"Yes sir" she mumbled as she bit her lip.

"Well, out with it, I don't have all night, I have at least five bottles of whiskey to finish before I'm done here"

"When… I was wondering, as soon as your brother is alive and well again…"

"Well aren't you full of yourself" he replied as he got up from the desk and slowly walked over to her.

She almost cringed "I just meant, if I manage to pull it off and he's healthy again…"

Shivers ran down her spine when he was in front of her, towering over her tiny form. Well tiny in comparison to him anyway.

"Then what little wolf? When my brother is alive then what? Am I really going to let you go? Am I…. going to kill you or play with you first?"

"I… don't care about that mister Creed. I just really need to know what you will do with William Stryker"

He frowned at her in confusion. Was she seriously here to beg for the life of her father? The father who treated her like a dog? The father who would hold her under water when she couldn't control her older brother? Was she THAT pathetic…, to come to HIM an ask for mercy for the biggest mutant hating bastard alive… He should fucking kill her on the spot. The little bitch.

He placed a talon under her chin "I haven't decided yet little wolf girl… What would you do with him?"

He half expected her to say something about setting him free, put him in a nice home and let him enjoy the rest of his life.

"I just… the favor I wanted to ask is… you see if you have no more need for him after your brother is healthy… then I would really appreciate it if you could perhaps uhmmm… kill him or something"

What the fuck.

He almost burst out laughing. Well this was something he didn't expect. So perhaps there was a little killer in there. At least she knew who to come to for the job.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" he asked suspiciously.

He was really way too close for her comfort.

She shuffled on her feet nervously "I can't. I've never actually killed anyone and he's my father. I'm afraid I'll back out on the 'moment supreme' and I really need him dead sir"

He cocked a brow "You need him dead? And why's that little wolf?"

"Because of my brother Jason sir. I need him to be safe from Stryker. And he will never be safe as long as that scumbag's alive"

He grinned down at her, canines flashing, she was a little afraid and he could smell it. Not afraid enough though. Not as scared as people usually were when he towered over them like this. And her scent… so fucking familiar… It drove him insane that he couldn't figure out where he smelled her before.

"And what do I get in return little wolf?" he whispered smoothly as he backed her up against the wall.

"I... I don't… understand…"

He eyed her face, inhaled her nervous scent "In return for this favor… after killing your father, what do I get hm? Or did you think I work for free? I usually charge about 50k for one kill without tracks leading back. But because you're just so fucking cute I'll make it 40"

He creped even closer to her until there was no space in between their bodies and she was pushed up against the wall. She put her hands up against his chest but didn't push. There was almost no space between their faces either. She could feel his hot breath on her lips. And even though she was scared… She also smelled something she remembered from years ago… Something appealing… Where on earth had she picked up this man's scent before?

"Oh… I… I don't think I have that kind of money. I just thought… because I'm helping you with your brother…"

A short laugh "That I would help you with yours… out of the goodness of my heart, right?" he asked sarcastically.

She tilted her head a little, he was staring straight into her eyes and smirking.

Her lip twitched in anxiety "Yes?"

"Well little wolf" he spoke smoothly as he started caressing her face with one talon "You were wrong… You see… You are here because you have no choice... You're mine and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you since you're my possession… You are a captive, not a guest, and most certainly not a friend who can ask for favors. So better know your place my beautiful little captive"

She reached deep inside herself and found some bravery to look him straight in the eyes.

"You know… If… if you would have just asked me, I would have come willingly to help you"

He growled. That fucking bleeding heart of hers again. Her and her fucking sentimental bullshit. Sure, she was right, would he have asked, she was exactly the kind of weak person who would have come. Just to help him out.

No debt.

Nothing.

Just because he needed the help. She would have come. And that's exactly what he hated so much about her. Her willingness to do good in this fucking world. As if it would make a difference.

"Oh well little wolf… let us not speak of debts any longer. It is my honor to oblige in the killing of your daddy. And I'm sure we can work something out after I killed him" he said as he let one of his claws trail down her neck, over her cleavage before squeezing her waist.

He licked his lips and rested his hand on the small of her back "Don't you think so?"

She looked him straight into the eyes.

"Yes" she answered bravely, knowing what she just agreed to. But it didn't matter. Jason needed to be safe. He deserved as much for the last few years of his life.

Suddenly he gripped her wrist tightly and she yelped a little.

"Come here"

"What-"

"I said come here, you deaf?" he growled as he dragged her towards the big chairs next to the fire place "I don't feel like drinking alone tonight. I hope you don't like whiskey. Cuz then I'll get to force it down your throat and it'll be all the more fun"

"No I like whiskey! I love whiskey! I drink whiskey all the time!" she replied a little too enthusiastically as she sat down in front of the fire place.

He poured her a glass.

"Bottoms up" he murmured as he poured the entire glass down his throat.

She sipped from hers as she eyed his face. She hoped he wouldn't get drunk tonight… How much more violent would that make him? Also: she hoped she wouldn't get drunk since she never drunk any whiskey or booze at all.

"So, tell me more about this brother of yours that you just sold your lovely self for"

Her eyes widened and she finished her glass of whiskey in one gulp. She definitely needed to loosen up in order to have this kind of conversation…

He filled his glass up to the top with more whiskey. He grinned and poured her another one also.

"Well… His name's Jason. He used to be a very strong mutant but he couldn't control it. He can make anyone see, think or feel whatever he wants them to. I take care of him because ferals are immune to telepathy and other kinds of mind tricks"

"And why does Jason need taking care of?" Victor asked curiously.

"Because when he was little, my father tried to 'cure' him. He even lobotomized him at some point. After that he ended up in a wheelchair. And he still can't control what he makes people see. He doesn't do it on purpose. I think if my parents would have been more patient with him instead of… Oh well… Around me… he's calm. He even speaks to me sometimes. Not to anyone else though. And he doesn't have much longer to live"

"What's killing him?" he asked as he filled both their glasses with more whiskey.

"Age and brain damage"

Victor eyed her curiously .

"He's ten years older than me but he has no healing factor. So I stopped aging at 25 and he… just keeps getting older and older. The lobotomy caused him brain damage. His body became weaker than the average body and therefore he will die even sooner. Doctor's say it could be five months or five more years. But no more"

Creed nodded slowly "Sucks" he mumbled.

"It's okay. Jason and I… We've been together for thirty years now. It was a good life for him. He was happy and…"

"I don't get…" he rudely interrupted her. "Why you would dedicate thirty years of your life to make his miserable life even remotely worthwhile"

"Well" Ylva answered as she shifted in her chair a little "I have no idea how old I will become but if I play my cards right, I will probably be… ancient. So sacrificing thirty years of that isn't that much of a sacrifice really. Besides, you seem to care a lot about your brother so I think you do get it"

She chose her words carefully, hoping that she didn't push him over the edge. It wouldn't surprise her if he'd shoot up from his seat, grab her throat and bark at her not to tell him how he felt.

She took another big draught of whiskey and stared intently into his eyes. This stuff really burned her tongue.

"It's different" he finally said "Jimmy's strong. Capable. Not a burden"

Ylva smiled "Jason's not a burden as long as I'm around. I know how to calm him down and take care of him. Maybe I need him more than he needs me"

Victor scoffed "I doubt that very much little wolf"

"But perhaps… because you see, I've always taken care of him. And when he's gone… I don't have anyone to care of. So it's almost like I'm doing it because of this selfish need of having to care for someone. To be important to someone? I dunno, but it seems I need him at least as much as he needs me"

Victor gave her a strange look "You're one fucked up little wolf you know that"

She chuckled "Thanks, I'll drink to that" she replied as she poured the whiskey down.

He instantly filled her up with another. Damn she should take it slower with the booze.

"So what about you then?" she asked "You seem very attached to your brother"

"What makes you say that?"

"You went through a lot of trouble to find me, abduct me, threaten the hell outta me. All because you want him alive. That's pretty neat"

He leaned back and frowned at her "Neat?"

"Yeah it's pretty amazing to do that for your brother. He must be really flattered when he wakes up"

He chuckled and pointed his finger at her "I need to rectify something: you're not fucked up, you're outta your fucking mind insane and that would still be an understatement"

She snickered softly "Maybe"

"Anyway, I doubt that Jimmy will be 'flattered' or even thankful at all. We fell out a couple of years ago"

"That's a shame, why?"

"Doesn't matter. If ya restore his memory, things will change. He'll remember how we grew up together and shit. We'll be real brothers again, like old times"

She smiled a little "As soon as all the poison is out, we can wake him up. The bullets are out and his memory has been restored. It might take a few days since his brain needs to heal. But it will happen so you two should be good" she spoke optimistically.

He looked her over once more. This setting was just too fucking weird to be true. He was having a serious conversation with a little bitch that he captured. Little wolf was sitting there, drinking whiskey with him. Cute face, pretty even, talking to him as if it was the most casual thing in the world. Bare feet pulled up in his chair. One arm wrapped around her knees. Nice skin, sharp teeth, claws like him but a mite smaller. Shiny long hair he could wrap his hand around and give it a nice sharp tug while he was fucking her like a wolf…

Make the bitch scream…

Scream his name in pleasure… Not that he used to care if they liked it when he took 'em. They never did. And they always ended up broken…

But this little doll would not break. Her healing factor would let them go all night long. Fuck her into next year if he liked. And he would.

Though this wasn't the time. He needed her strong and healthy to take as much damage from Jimmy as she possibly could. If ever Jimmy was a pain in the ass, it was this time.

"Are you okay?" she asked after a minute of silence where he had just been staring into the void. She had noticed, and even smelled, he tensed up at some point during the conversation.

"You know…" he poured them more whiskey "Your power to absorb injuries... what good does it do you?"

She took the glass from him "What do you mean sir?"

"You help people… well fuck me isn't that great. People must have been using you all their fucking lives because of your so called 'gift'. You're not strong… you're obviously not fast enough else you wouldn't be here… you just heal and stay pretty the rest of your fucking life… Well good for you. But your healing gift… it's fucking useless… you take someone else's pain which brings you into a world of pain and weakens you. And what do you get in return? Fuck all, that's what"

How typical. Of course he wouldn't find her gift useful. Her power only did others good, it was given to her to help other people. She could explain that it did her good to see other people alive and healthy… But he wouldn't understand. He would mock her and the more whiskey she drank, the sicker she became of his insults and his constant mockery.

"Because the energy needs to go somewhere mister Creed. It can't just disappear in space, that's not what energy does. I can't take away my own pain because I would absorb energy and then where would it go? Straight back into my own body. Maybe someday I can learn to transport it to someone else. But this would mean I'd give someone else pain and injuries… Someone without a healing factor. Doesn't sound like a plan to me"

He scoffed "Sounds like the only plan to make at least something of it"

She raised her brows. Now it was on…

She leaned forward and narrowed her eyes at him "You know what else I can do with my healing powers?"

He poured down his drink and reached for the bottle.

"Enlighten me oh mighty she-wolf"

Sarcastic asshole.

"I cannot only take away psychical pain. I can also take away emotional pain"

He frowned "Like… make people forget the shit they've gone through?"

"No, they won't forget. But I can disable the pain of when a certain memory comes to mind. Would you say that's useful?" she asked as he leaned forward a bit more and stared him straight into his eyes. "Or don't you have any bad childhood memories mister Creed?"

His eyes flashed with anger as he launched himself towards her. His fist slammed against her left jaw, knocking her straight out of the chair and his other fist gripped her neck tightly. He lifted her up and pushed her up against the wall.

"YOU – LITTLE – FUCKING – RAT" he barked in her face "ARE YOU SNOOPING AROUND IN MY MIND LITTLE RAT?"

She coughed and panted, desperate for a little bit of air. Okay she had gone too far…

"No sir" she gasped "Ferals are immune to mind tricks and I can't perform them. It's just too fucking obvious" she replied through gritted teeth more than sick of his constant abuse.

"What is too fucking obvious little wolf?" he hissed in her face.

His eyes were blazing with fire, his hand still tightly wrapped around her neck, lifting her up from the ground as he pressed her hard against the wall.

She locked her bright blue eyes with his "That someone made you cold".

He instantly dropped her.

With a loud thumb she landed on the floor.

He leaned his for head against the wall, not facing her anymore as she struggled a little to get up.

"Get out"

"I'm sor…"

"GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND KILL YOU!"

Her eyes flashed wide open.

She suddenly remembered where she met him before.

In one perfect flash it had all come back to her: His scent, his voice, everything… It was him! All those years ago.

"Get the fuck out before I change my mind and kill you!" he had screamed at her almost thirty years ago.

AN: ooooh noooooooooooooes! I wonder where these two met before... No wait, I don't. I already know, Nananananaaanaaaa :-D