Feral Compulsion
"Chapter Eleven"

Brotherhood Main Headquarters, Unknown Location

Sabertooth couldn't control the rage that escaped him at the news that his fellow mutant had brought. "You were supposed to get me the bitch." He said pointedly. "I gave you their location. I gave you the numbers, and you do this!?" Sabertooth motioned to the muted TV behind him that showed the fire fighters and MRD now cleaning up the mess.

"We searched, high and low. We did!" Toad said as he sat awkwardly in the chair across from Sabertooth. Silently hoping the bigger animalistic man didn't grab him like he usually did when he was mad. "They didn't seem to be there. Then the MR-"

"I don't want excuses! Toad. I want Results!" Sabertooth yelled as he pounded his fists into the table they were sitting at. Leaving a heavy dent in both spots.

Toad, not one to back down from his leader's demeanor, asked the question that many of the brotherhood had wanted to know. Toad and Quicksilver were the only ones likely to get it since they had been working with Sabertooth for over 25 years. The crazy man found both of them on the streets struggling to get by and took them in and showed them how to survive. "Why do you want this mutant so bad anyways?" Toad didn't expect the hysterical laugh his leader would follow with. Filling him with a sense of dread.

"I've searched high and low for another with my genetic qualities, and this one is it. I've spent 40 years grooming this one to carry my heirs and finally start chipping away at that homo-superior army. The bitch can't die, and neither can I. Can you imagine the power we'd have with all those immortal brethren?" Sabertooth stated smugly. "It would be such a sweet satisfaction to finally finish off my last loose end in the meantime."

"So, a concubine? And you don't have loose ends. You are the master of your own fate!" Toad said reassuringly. Repeating what Sabertooth always said about his 'master plan' for homo-superior.

"No, just a bitch." Sabertooth said with a smirk. "It's really not that complicated." He added. Not replying to Toad's comment about loose ends. The fewer who knew about James Logan Howlett the better. Getting his goody two shoes brother on William Striker's radar was one of the best things that could ever happen to his cause. Striker had even managed to clip Wolverine's claws, so to speak. If only for a short while. If only he could get Wolverine to run with him again, they'd be unstoppable. It was just his luck that his brother's healing was too fast to keep his memory wiped for more than the duration of 15 years. Sabertooth was sure the sorry runt was still trying to piece together his memories 2 years ago before he finally caged him again.

Sabertooth was getting tired of his biggest secret escaping. Repeatedly. Introducing the bitch to the runt only solidified his plan to bring together his unkillable homo-superior army. Too bad he had to erase Wolverine's memories again to complete this. Making another deal with Striker was risky. The stupid humans had already messed his plan up the last time by caging the two together and doing their stupid tests.

"I like it!" Toad said in admiration, not knowing how far his leader's plan spread. And just how selective he was with his ideas.

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Harry had been assessed when they got back to the mansion, and they came to the conclusion he was actually too emaciated from previous circumstances that he and Logan needed to start a physical activity regimen and were going to be started on nutrition shakes for missing vitamins and minerals. Hank just had to order a batch of the shakes from the pharmacy, as they weren't available over the counter.

After the long day the duo had had, they still needed to fix their room after their last round of hanky panky. Harry called it that. Logan would lie straight to your face.

The duo spent a good hour cleaning their room before Jean popped her head in the door and prompted the two to come down for dinner. They followed her at a sedated pace, knowing the drill by now. Having walked into the chill-ish dining hall before.

What greeted them today was something they were not prepared for. The entire hall was filled. Every spot was full. There were more teachers at the faculty table even, and Logan hadn't been sure where all these people had come from. The noise permeating from the giant group of children was enough to reverberate the room and give both of them a headache.

Luckily, Jean saw them just standing in the entryway looking lost and got out of her seat to come get them. She ushered them to the faculty table. Not faltering when she pulled out both chairs on either side of her. Logan was about to object, but he caught her sight, and apparently, she wasn't going to falter on this new seating arrangement.

Logan and Harry sat at their respective spots and began eating their meals. Neither of them noticed they both had a nice square meal laid out for them of baked chicken, roasted veggies, and a salad. Sitting on the side of their plates was an unmistakable boosted nutrient drink they did notice.

Jean was happy to say the duo was ¾ of the way through their meals before she noticed "eating habit triggers." Hank had to approach her with this topic. She may be able to heal most medical issues, but she was still a PhD, not an MD like he was. Hank had informed her that due to their long-term starvation the duo would have relied on each other for however long they were together for support. So, splitting them at mealtimes would be the first thing needed to start healing their bad food habits, and start their mental and physical health healing journey.

Jean glanced at her patriates that were seated next to her on either side. Logan appeared to have eaten almost half of his food. Weirdly exactly half of everything. He had the other half on one side of his plate. Almost like he was waiting for something to do with it.

Harry on the other hand was the complete opposite. He had nothing left on his plate, but a huge amount of it was on the sides of the plate like he'd played around with his food and lost control of it.

Now came the extremely hard part, not only for her, but the two beside her. She waited a while longer but could only see the two playing lamely with their food. As if they were waiting for something. What, she didn't know. "Ok." She said, glancing toward Harry. "Harry, we need to get you washed up, because my; this is a mess." She said in fake euphemism. She really knew she had to get the duo into the professor's office after this. Hank informed her they needed to confront Harry's food hoarding, and they really had no idea how to do that without having him flip his pockets out to them. So honestly, that was what they were going to have to do.

As she ushered the duo to the kitchen behind the very large dining room, she had Harry wash his hands, Logan too just for the heck of it. Also, so neither of them would get suspicious of what they were about to do. "Before you can go, the Professor needs to speak to you both about the school sessions for the year." Jean stated as she ushered them to follow her.

The trio traversed down the hallway toward Xavier's Office. The only light in the walkway being that of the bright wall sconces. Entering the room, they found the bald man with his attention in a book that was in his lap. The room was brightly lit, a lamp behind the Professor engulfing him in an aura of light. "Welcome, gentlemen." The man said as he closed his book and turned toward them.

The two ferals sat in the usual chairs as Jean took a chair to their far left. They watched perplexed as the professor took off his reading glasses and put them on his desk. "I'm glad you could make it tonight." Charles said with a smile he seemed to always have. Which seemed to soothe the other men's qualms slightly. "As you may or may not know, tomorrow is the start of the school year. Things have been a bit chaotic lately, but I've been meaning to ask you, Logan. Have you drafted a syllabus for your new class yet?"

Logan was so glad he'd actually snuck in a few notebooks on their shopping trip. And he hated owing favors. So, you bet your sweet ass he'd started on his teaching plan and had the first semester complete for freshman through senior. He'd found that sweet peach with the brogue, Rogue, and drilled her about how this school worked. "I've got somethin' done." Logan stated vaguely. His gruff demeanor showed more now that he could trust these people more. As opposed to always being angry.

"I'm counting on you, Logan." Charles said as he grabbed a piece of paper from his desk drawer. Seaming to let the matter drop. "It looks like Harry has no last name, no immunizations, and didn't even fill the form out himself." Not surprised when the boy in question began staring at his hands. Which he was fiddling with nervously in his lap. Logan however had his hands clasped in his lap and was meeting his gaze with a fiery determination. Something was going on here. "Harry, as Logan isn't your guardian; he can't fill this out for you. He also can't sign it for you. . ."

"'M sorry." Harry said softly. Unable to express the frustration he felt right now. When he was smaller, in the Lab, if he admitted his emotions, his fear; they'd stuff him in a pitch-black room to teach him what fear was. He'd oftentimes be strung by metal chains from the ceiling so his toes couldn't touch the ground. It was so much pain. He soon learned to not talk in the lab. Or he'd regret it, and his time there would be worse. He never dreamed of life outside the lab. So far, he couldn't say anything about if it was better or not.

"Ok, Chuck, the kid can't read or write. What are we supposed to do, telepaphy his application?" Logan asked exasperated, throwing his hands up in the air.

"When did you think it would become a good time to inform the staff that would be teaching him about this problem, Logan?" Charles asked calmly. As if they were talking about the weather.

"Harry was hoping never." Logan said with a smirk marring his face.

"Harry. . ." Jean said in disappointment."

Charles looked at the paper in his lap. Noting the missing birthdate among other things missing. "Harry, do you know how old you are?" He asked. His suspicions climbed that Harry was not in fact only within the labs for a short amount of time, but possibly for a far longer time than they originally thought. This went with the theory that he and Hank had that he was a child of two mutants. So far other than the signal of help to alert him of their presence, Harry hadn't shown any other telepathic ability.

"Too late." Logan said abruptly. "I have to cut this off here. You might not see it, but Harry's gone." He added as he grabbed the smaller male's shoulder and guided him silently out of the room. The smaller male paler than a sheet.

Neither of the two ferals were able to catch the conversation that followed between the mansions two most compassionate residents. "That would be dissociation." Charles said as he put the paper, he had been holding on his desk by his reading glasses solemnly.

Jean sighed despondently. "Those two were given some rotten luck, Chuck." She said with a small smile to her lips.

"Good Lord, Jean." Charles said as he guffawed with his colleague. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I just don't know what goes on in that man's head. . .It's like talking to two different people in one conversation."

"You're telling me!" Jean said in agreement. Silently glad she'd been able to quell the man's animalistic side the few time's it had been an issue.

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AN: Thank you for all the kind reviews for this story, it means a lot. Currently there is no Beta. I find if I go back and read the chapters I want to edit them. So, if you see a chapter that's different than you remember, that's why. Don't forget to REVIEW! I live for them. Anything you want to see? I can try to put it in, just let me know.