AN: I have a request! Since I am Dutch I often worry I might (ab)use the English language. So if you ever see me using certain words in the wrong context, let me know. I google stuff when I'm doubtful but still... let me know!
This chapter is kind of a filler but, whatever xD
She was sitting on the other lab table, her legs swinging under it while eating her yoghurt with cereals. Then she would stare at Stryker with hateful eyes and when that got boring, she would read and wait until it was time to do her party trick. Like she had been doing almost every day now. Sitting, waiting, absorbing pain and wait some more.
"Well don't you look absolutely lovely. I definitely chose the right outfits for you" Mystique taunted her playfully as she walked into the room and eyed Ylva in her black lacey dress.
Ylva didn't want to be ungrateful but she didn't forget about Mystique's trick either. She jumped off the table and quickly walked over to Mystique, catching her arm.
"Why did you do that? Why did you send me into mister Creed's room and then tell me that he would be gone for two days?! I thought you and I…"
"Were friends?" the shape shifter added.
Ylva frowned agitatedly "No. I know better than that, but I thought we… that we got along enough to respect one another. And you were so nice to me… Why?"
"Silly little wolf" Mystique playfully replied as her hand stroke Ylva's face gently "I do respect you. And in all honesty; I like you. A lot. But the sexual tension between you and the boss is making me sick. So I thought I'd help you two out since neither of you were planning on making the first move"
"WHAT?! Are you having a laugh? What frikkin' sexual tension!? There is no sexual tension and to speak of such a thing is absolute ridicule! Have you gone crazy? I am here to cure his brother! And then I'm going to leave and forget this ever happened!"
Mystique chuckled and pulled Ylva aside so no one would hear them "Look. I'm sorry I tricked you. But it all worked out right?"
"Did not!" Ylva objected strongly "He found me in his bed and now I am to sleep in there every night!"
"So what's the problem? You wanted a bed did you not?"
"NOT HIS BED!"
Mystique started laughing and just couldn't stop for the next two minutes. It was too funny for words and it had worked out way better than she had planned.
"Listen Ylva. I'm sorry. It's just too funny to behold. I never expected it to get so out of hand" she finally explained.
"Yeah well, it did" Ylva mumbled as she fixated her gaze on the floor. "Thanks for getting me these clothes by the way"
She wondered why on earth the shape shifter only brought her cute little dresses and her laciest underwear. Instead of just simple and comfortable jeans. But she didn't want to be rude and there was nothing to do about it anyway.
"No problem. You have a very nice apartment. I hope you don't mind but I made myself comfortable and ate your cheesecake"
She smiled "Thanks and no problem. It was almost due anyway" The feral woman almost forgot why she was angry with the shifter.
"You live there alone?"
"No. Me and my brother Jason. I take care of him"
Now the blue woman was curious "Come. Walk with me" Mystique said as she reached for Ylva's arm.
They made their way to the common room and Ylva froze when she saw Creed was there too. Completely on the other side of the room an obviously very busy, but still… Mystique gave her a reassuring smile and guided her to the sofa, far enough away from him.
"So where's your brother now?"
"Uhm, well, when I found out that you guys were looking for me… I brought him to a sanitarium for a little while. I had to"
"Why? What's wrong with him?"
"He's dying. He's mentally hardly even present but his mutant gift is still… dangerous"
"Mmmm" Mystique mused "But why? What can he do?"
"He can… manipulate your mind. Make you see, hear and feel whatever he wants. But he doesn't control it so it used to make people go… insane"
"People?"
"Well, our mother" Ylva reluctantly admitted
"What happened with your mother? Where is she now?" Mystique asked her.
"Dead. She put a hammer drill to her head to bore the images out. I believe that's the root of my father's mutant-hate. And perhaps because it was my task to keep Jason calm in which I failed. Ferals are immune to all sorts of mind games and around me… Jason was always calm. He's really sweet actually"
Mystique thought about it for a second as she tapped her fingers on the side of the sofa.
"It's should not be a child's task to keep her older brother in line Ylva. Don't blame yourslelf. I've known your father for a while and he is just one of those people who need to hate… it's part of him, it's who he is. He loves to hate. As fucked up as that may sound"
"I sometimes blame myself but..."
"Do you miss her?" Mystique asked suddenly.
"My mother? Yes. Very much. She was lovely. What I remember of her anyway. I don't understand how she could come to choose my father. But perhaps he was different a long time ago"
"How come you take care of the person who killed her?"
Ylva swallowed. Tough question. Although she never saw Jason as the 'killer' of their mother.
"He can't help it. My father should've been more patient with him. Instead he would lock him up, use shock therapy on him, lobotomize him… No. It's not Jason's fault. He was uncontrollable yes, but my father made him insane. He hates mutants for what they did to his wife but it was him who caused it"
Mystique smiled "I respect you Ylva. A lot"
She blushed "Uhm… Thanks"
Mystique moved a little closer, ready to get some information out of Ylva.
"Would you consider staying with the Brotherhood after this?"
Creed pricked up his ears. He had been eaves dropping of course, but now it got really interesting.
"Uhm… Jason needs me" Ylva explained to Mystique "And this is not a good place for him"
"But what if he wants you to stay?" the shape shifter asked as she moved even closer and lowered her voice.
"Sorry?" Ylva replied in confusion
"What if the boss would ask you to stay?" Mystique repeated herself in a soft voice.
Ylva frowned a little and looked away "That's not very likely" she whispered "I don't think he's very fond of me. He likes to taunt me, mock me, laugh at me and insult me but I don't think he likes me on a personal level"
"What makes you say that?" Mystique asked in surprised, curious how on earth this feral woman could have such strange thoughts on the matter.
"I think it's my 'lack of feral instinct' or something. I'm not a fighter. I prefer to avoid conflict. I prefer to be alone and safe and … I am not a killer either. I've never killed anyone, not even to protect myself. And he…" Ylva nodded her head towards Victor who was standing with his back towards them "…is always taunting me. Waiting for me to crack. To start fighting back. I don't understand why but I'm not going to give into that. That's not who I am Mystique"
"Okay fine but… but hypothetically speaking: what if the boss would want you to stay?"
Ylva scoffed, the idea was beyond ridiculous "Then 'the boss' will have to learn to take no for an answer. Because my first priority is Jason"
Mystique sniggered softly and hoped Creed didn't hear that. Which of course he did. He had heard everything.
He suddenly turned on his heel and stormed out of the common room, leaving his papers and files flying around the table.
"GET YOUR ASS IN HERE WOLF-GIRL. TIME TO HEAL MY BROTHER" he yelled from the hallway, commanding her to follow.
"Seems I got you in trouble again. I do apologize" Mystique said as she frowned at the door Creed had just gone through.
"It's okay" Ylva replied "I'm getting quite used to all these mood swings. If he wants to impress or intimidate me, he should come up with something new"
The shifter laughed and Ylva quickly followed Creed to join him in the lab and get to work on the Wolverine.
He looked at her with fascination, admiration almost, when she trailed several paths down Jimmy's body and absorbed the poison. He watched how she flinched in pain several times but kept going anyway. A bright white light was forming beneath her hands and covered his brother's body in no time. The last few days, his brother seemed so much healthier than before she came along. Well, before he took her with him.
She stumbled and he knew she wouldn't be able to take much more damage very soon. It was always like this and he had become familiar with the routine. She started groaning in pain and her veins were very visible, shining through her skin almost. He strolled around the table and caught her just as the lights disappeared and she fell backwards. He looked her over and growled in anger, remembering the conversation she just had with Mystique.
"How much more Stryker?" Creed snapped without even looking at the inferior human male.
"Possibly, one more session should be enough and then he just needs to make it through the night sir"
Victor nodded sternly "Right. She can do that tomorrow or the day after" he said as he put her on the table.
In all honestly, he didn't care if she did it next week or next year. His brother wouldn't die of it and quite frankly, he wasn't ready to give up his possession. He shouldn't even have to, that was the whole point of possessing something.
She meekly opened up her eyes when she felt the cold table beneath her. She let go of his arm and tried to steady herself on the table. But even though she was sitting, she quickly lost her balance.
"Careful now little wolf" he told her as he caught her shoulders.
"Sorry" she mumbled "Little dizzy"
"No shit. Let's get you some food and make you healthy and strong again" he said as he lifted her off the table and carried her towards the kitchen.
"Oh… so you think I'm strong now?" she whispered tauntingly as she looked up at him.
His lips twitched into a grin "You're strong alright"
Later that night, she was reading a book in the common room. Completely healed from her last escapade with the Wolverine. Although she was tired, she didn't want to go to bed… Because her bed was… his bed. And she hadn't decided yet if maybe she should just go and sleep on the lab table again. The cell was not an option.
But it was late and the common room started to empty. People went to bed and she wasn't even sure where mister Creed was right now. Maybe he wasn't here? Maybe he was 'working'? Or… he went some place to blow off steam?
She closed her book, let her head rest against the side of the comfortable sofa and yawned. Maybe she could just fall asleep and no one would notice. Just this night. But of course, no such luck.
"I don't recall giving you permission to sleep here little wolf" his voice came out of nowhere.
When her eyes flew open, he was sitting opposite off her on the sofa.
She blinked several times before answering "I was just reading sir..."
He licked his lips and smirked at her delicious little body.
"How much longer you're gonna sit here wolf? My bed's awfully cold" he purred.
"I'm sure it's not, since you're in it, sir"
Oh crap. That came out wrong.
"I mean…" she stumbled but he just smirked.
"I know exactly what you meant. Anyway, you better not fall asleep here because I gave you a choice: the lab or my bed. Choose wisely" he said as he got off the sofa, walked around it and stood next to where she was sitting.
Shit this man was tall. Especially since she was sitting down and he was just standing there, eyeing her and waiting for a reply.
"You know…mister Creed… there are so many rooms here… I don't understand why- "
"You don't need to understand little wolf" he interrupted sharply "You need to obey"
She growled internally "I think I'll read some more before making up my mind sir" she almost hissed in anger.
He chuckled as he eyed her up and down. This little wolf would definitely be in his bed tonight.
"So you make a big fucking deal out of sleeping in my bed, but using my toothbrush is okay?"
Her eyes shot up to meet his. Damn it, she was waiting for him to comment on that.
"I… don't have a toothbrush here sir" she mumbled as she lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
He smirked and cupped her chin in his big hand, lifting her head and forcing her to look at him.
"So, my DNA is now inside this pretty little mouth" he mused as his index finger slowly caressed her lips "Where it should be"
And then he was gone. Leaving his scent behind for her to linger on.
His bed… or the lab table. She wasn't sure which one was the lesser of two evils.
She opened the door almost soundlessly and tip-toed towards the bed. For a moment she debated herself on whether or not she should take her dress off. But she quickly erased those thoughts. Of course she wouldn't take it off! He would probably not allow her to wear one of his shirts as some sort of night gown and she definitely wasn't gonna lie next to him in her underwear.
Please be asleep, please be asleep, please be asleep.