Author's notes: WARNING: Because of the introduction of another Marvel Mutant character there will be crude references to rape and sex…if you've only read the child friendly version of anything having to do with 'this character' (Don't wanna spoil it) you're in for a big surprise because if you read about him you'll find nothing child friendly about him…if this offends of disturbs you I'm very sorry it is only a FICTION…with that said enjoy & REVIEW you've been warned about the content.

"Alright your go…" Sage told her, "Do just what I did…"

Sage's soft gray eyes had returned by the time she was done in the shower, he'd given a T-shirt and some of his shorts. Kayla had come around after waiting Thorn out, and the three of them sat in a circle with cards in their hand.

"All right, Kayla…got any Queens?" Bridget asked the red haired girl who'd been staring her down as soon as she walked in. Bridget figured it had something to do with the fact that when she walked in, Sage was in the shower, and she was laying on his bed in his clothes, she supposed that looked a bit awkward.

"Besides the one next to me?" Kayla shook her head unable to hide her disdain for the girl…"Go fuck yourself…"

"FYI…Its actually supposed to be 'Go Fish' but this is the version we play…and normally there's no liquor involved either but its so much more fun that way…take a shot and pick up a card…"

Bridget easily downed the harsh liquid without so much as batting an eye.

"It's kinda hard to believe a girl whose never heard of 'Go fish; can drink this shit like its water…" Sage laughed.

"I'm Irish Boyo, to me it is water…" she shrugged, "Drinking I can do…the only card games we ever played was for money…Black Jack, Rummy, Poker…"

"Any good at Poker?" Sage asked.

"Horrible…" she smirked.

We are totally playing strip poker with her sometime, Thorn smirked in Sage's head.

Shut the fuck up, Thorn, Sage replied.

Are you telling me you don't want to see her naked? Thorn demanded.

I didn't say that, I'm just not a douche bag like you are, Sage responded taking a shot on his turn.

Yeah, your saying that now but as soon as her shirt comes off you won't be bitching, Thorn insisted.

By the end of the game, Kayla was completely wasted, so much so she just passed out. Bridget kindly turned her on her side. Sage had gotten pretty trashed himself, she assumed Sage had done the same as Kayla, but instead of actually being unconscious it was Thorn who she spoke to now. Thorn seemed way more coherent than Sage had been, when she asked he again repeated that he was the upgraded version of Sage.

"Now you little lady can hold quite a bit of liquor…" Thorn observed, his arm draped casually around her, his gloved hand twirled a strand of her hair. He'd put the leather fingerless gloves on to cover the wounds on his hands even though they'd already had the holes from Thorn's metal spikes, they had been less noticeable, until Thorn decided to join them then once again the spikes protruded painfully from his hands.

"I'm an Irish Lass what'd you expect?" She demanded.

"True, true…Shame on me I should've known better," Thorn nodded, "So when are we gonna do this under better circumstances?"

"Guess we really didn't meet under the best circumstances…but I owe you one…both of you…Thank you…" Bridget took a deep breath and all those words came out in a jumble that made Thorn laugh.

"Actually when I said better circumstances, I meant without the drunk cow on the floor…" Thorn shrugged, "But you're welcome…I did most of the grunt work anyway…" Thorn narrowed his emerald eyes thoughtfully, but remained silent.

"You really don't like her do ya?" Bridget asked shifting uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

"Nope can't stand the annoying possessive bitch…" Thorn replied with the same look in his eyes.

"Funny thought she was his girlfriend…" Bridget shrugged.

"Oh fuck that…there is no way in hell I'd let that happen…I'd fucking kill her…" Thorn growled, but easily calmed back down when Bridget laughed at him, once again looking at her intensely causing her to shift uncomfortably once more.

"What?!" she demanded after a good thirty seconds.

"You're not used to being around people your own age…" he stated not changing his gaze.

"No…I'm used to My cousin who's younger than me, My uncle who hates Mutants, My Aunt who hates me, and My so-called Uncle who like to touch me…then there's Logan, Hank and Betsy…Then Sorka who I don't see too often…but is the same age as my cousin…so no not at all…"

"I get a small feeling you won't have to worry about your Uncle…if Mr. Logan didn't kill him I'm sure by the time he heals he'll, know better…and if not let me know and I'll kill him…" Thorn smiled smoothly.

She flushed and look away uncomfortably.

"Hey…don't…" Thorn tilted her head back toward him, "you don't have anything to be embarrassed about…besides I want to see those blue eyes…"

Thorn leaned toward her as if to kiss her but stopped abruptly and sighed…"Joy… parents are back…" he said flatly five seconds later Bridget heard the front door open, with two people talking and laughing.

Thorn quickly gestured for her to get under the bed which she did without asking. The way she was raised if you were told to hide you didn't ask questions. Thorn pushed the liquor under the bed with her and sprayed a minty spray in his mouth and in the mouth of Kayla who didn't bother waking up.

"What are you doing in here?" Came a womanly voice.

"Having kinky sex with Kayla what does it look like?" Thorn demanded gesturing to the cards on the floor.

The woman rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"We were playing cards mom…and the heifer fell asleep," Thorn told her.

"Sage!," his mom chided him, "That is a horrible thing to call her…I swear I don't know what gets into you sometimes…and why do you insist on wearing those stupid gloves all the time…"

"Hands get cold…" he shrugged as his mother moved from the doorway, "Good night mom…"

"Make sure Kayla has a blanket Sage!" his mom called down the hall.

"Fuck you…" Thorn muttered.

"What was that?" his mom stopped.

"I said, Love you…" Thorn replied smoothly.

"Love you too," she responded without a second thought.

Thorn waited a minute until he heard her bedroom door close, before he slid Bridget out from under the bed easily with one hand. He leaned mischievously over top over her. His jade eyes gleaming down at her…

"What the fuck are you doing boy?" Came a familiar voice that made Thorn jump a good three feet.

"When the fuck did you get in here little man?" Thorn demanded not used to anyone being able to sneak up on him.

"Right behind you parents…." Logan replied narrowing his eyes.

Bridget had sat up immediately upon hearing Logan's voice. Logan's eyes fell onto her wardrobe.

"We didn't do anything…" Thorn rolled his eyes, "She didn't have anything else to wear…"

"I know…cause if you had done anything, you'd be out that window and on your front lawn with me knocking that smart ass look off your face…boy…I can smell the difference…" Logan snapped, "Come on darlin"

She immediately got up smiling apologetically, "I'll uh bring these back to you…when I'm not wearing them…"

"Works for me…" he smiled devilishly, and she flushed.

"I meant…" she sighed in frustration, Logan gave the boy a dirty look.

"I gotcha…see ya later then…" Thorn told her his smile fading but returning to that intense gaze he had before.

"Uh, yeah…thanks again, boyo," She said before silently making her way out the door.

Logan offered Thorn one last dirty look before turning to walk out, Thorn flicked him off as he walked away and Logan stopped cold.

"Boy I'll cut that off…" Logan growled quietly.

"Damn he's good…" Thorn muttered thoughtfully.

"I'm the best at what I do…" Logan replied before walking out the door and shutting it without a sound.

Bridget shifted uncomfortably, then scanned the group of kids…all the younger kids were separated, doing some other activity with Betsy… while Logan had a class with the older kids. She saw plenty of familiar faces but none of them were any that she felt the need to speak to and as it stood she was highly aware the feeling was mutual. It wasn't until a light tap on her shoulder that she saw someone she may want to speak to. The bright haired Kayla looked at her blanked and vaguely annoyed…

"Sage wants you to come smoke with us…" her tone was just a placid, and slightly rude as her expression.

"You really think you guys can sneak out without Logan noticing?" Bridget whispered.

She sighed in contempt, "Yeah…we do it every damned day…Mr. Logan doesn't… "

"And I noticed every damned day but I figured you were a couple of useless burnt out stoners, and who was I to stop you from doing all you'll ever do…but now I know who you are…I know better…therefore…you skip my class, you leave it to smoke…anything…I will have in detention for the next three weeks…and trust me…that's bad…" Logan snapped suddenly, Kayla went wide eyed at Logan's unexpected entrance into he girls' conversation.

Bridget smiled knowingly, but her smiled faded slightly when he addressed her.

"And Darlin' I swear to god if you become burnt out like her…I'll beat your ass personally…" Logan snapped staring her down shocking the rest of the class.

Bridget allowed a smirked to return to her face, "You know Logan…excuse me Mr. Logan…I can grow any plant…may take a few tries in this soil, but I can get you some really good herb…if you ever wanna be less uptight…"

Kayla turned bright red in an effort not to laughed, as the rest of the class didn't bother to hold it in, "He's totally gonna blow a gasket…"

A low growl emitted from Logan's throat and another thought hit him…"Where's Sage?"

Kayla shrugged in a typical teenage fashion, that further agitated Logan…"You're lyin', not only can I hear your heart beat change and your breathing speed up slightly…How were you planning on smoking with him if you didn't know where he is…?"

Kayla looked away in slight shock.

"Get him you've got two minutes, if come back smelling like smoke…you get detention…with Bridget…I hope you didn't think you were getting out of that…" Logan replied looking at Bridget as he finished, who waved him off noncommittally.

"Anything's better than home…" she muttered under her breath, knowing full and well Logan heard her.

Logan hadn't let her go home that night…he didn't trust Porrig…or any of the other men for that matter even though she insisted it was only Van that gave her real trouble. He suspected that her mutant hating uncle might be hazardous to her health also. Logan allowed her to sleep in his bed and he slept on the couch…though Bridget doubted he slept at all.

Logan locked eyes with her a minute, for a second she saw sympathy, then it was gone…but she in turn met his gaze with a steely gaze of her own. She whispered a single word so lightly she herself was barely sure she'd said anything at all…just a single…"Don't…" she hated sympathy… Her people always handled their own issues…maybe not as well as they should but well enough to survive.

She did appreciate the help Sage, Thorn and Logan had given her, but she felt slightly ashamed that she couldn't handle it on her own. She felt her father would have been ashamed…and her Uncle Porrig had never said anything to deny that fact. He had told her many times in the past her parents would have been ashamed of her.

She was suddenly aware of Logan's scrutiny again, as she looked up she caught a disapproving glare from him, like he'd read her thoughts. Just as sudden, his eyes darted from her to the green hair that finally stood beside her with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face.

"I want to see all three of you after class that was way more than two minutes…" Logan snapped, then continued with is lecture on irrigation, leaving no room for any type of dispute that may have occurred.

After class Logan went on a long spew, about how they could do better and how he's going to demand more out of them than what he had previously…but Bridget got the feeling he was speaking to her, especially when she looked away from him and he said nothing. After a bit he sent them off and she tried to go off with them but his hand landed on her shoulder.

"Oh no you don't…," Logan growled, but his tone softened considerable when Kayla and Sage were out of ear shot…"You ain't got nothing to be embarrassed about…it ain't your fault…"

"I'm not…I know…" Bridget said quickly.

"Shut up…every emotion has a different smell…all of them…I know what they smell like…and I've been around long enough to know why…mostly…" he smiled.

"M'da would be ashamed of me…" she lowered her head.

Logan forced her to look back at him, by placing a single finger under her chin and pushing her face up, "No he wouldn't…and if he would…he'd be a fool…and I'd gut him…"

She smiled slightly, "You kill everything that doesn't agree with you?"

"Nope…a lot more people would be dead…" Logan replied grimly, suddenly a familiar voice filled his head.

Dreadfully sorry to interrupt but we need you in the med lab…STAT…Came Betsy's urgent voice.

Logan was slightly surprised at her tone, and the fact that it was in the med lab they needed him. On top of that he wasn't used to Psylock in his head. Nonetheless he complied.

"Darlin' I gotta go…you're welcome to my place if you want…anything that's in the fridge if your hungry…" Logan told her before taking off toward landing.

Bridget looked after him slightly confused by his sudden departure, she's gotten the feeling he wasn't done talking. Then again he was always short and to the point, but the sudden distant look he had also caused her slight confusion. She shrugged it off, trying not to feel as if he brushed her off, he had after all offered her his place to stay, but she dumbly decided to go back to her camp for a bit just to try it out, and see how it goes. She knew she was going to regret it.

Logan made it to the med lab within fifteen minutes. Even before he got in there he caught a familiar scent, that made the hair on his arms rise and forced him to emit a low threatening growl. He burst into the door but he knew the man wasn't in there.

"He's gone already…We tried to stop him…" Psylock told him lowering his head gesturing to and empty deep sleep chamber.

"He was rabid and slightly frantic…like you were…perhaps the same fate fell on him as it did you…" Hank suggested.

"Doesn't matter I have to find him before someone else does…" Logan grumbled, "What the hell happened?"

"One of the medics, remembered how they found you in a pod like that and remembered what had happened…they thought they were doing him a favor…" Betsy told him.

Logan growled then took off before anyone else could get another word in.

"Oh my stars and Garters…this could get quite ugly…" Hank sighed, "I'm going to assist Logan in his search…whether he likes it or not…

"Do, be careful Henry…" Betsy cautioned him.

"Of course," he replied kissing her gently on her head.

The air smell sweet and unpolluted and there were plants he was unfamiliar with, not that he'd been an expert on them but none of them seemed familiar. Then there was that odd bluish-green color. The grass was easily identify able as grass, but at the same time it look off too. He tried desperately to catch the scent of a car or a bus but to no avail.

The trees looked as odd as the plants…and the birds…even they looked strange. He didn't smell any familiar wild animals, there were some domesticated ones that smelled mostly normal…but even they were slightly different.

"Where the fuck am I?" he grumbled to himself.

He suddenly became aware that he wasn't the only one in the wooded area he took refuge in, as he moved he realized there was an entire group of people. Sniffing the air he could smell the different fires they had going…about ten different fires…each with anywhere from ten to twenty people around them. As he moved in range to actually see them he realized what they were, Gypsies.

One group in particular stood out because of a loud argument.

"You're full of shit!," Porrig snarled roughly grabbing Bridget by the arm, "Van wouldn't…that piece of shit was just looking for a reason…fucking no good mutants…and you let him beat the hell of your own Uncle for a lie!"

"Stop it Dad!" Sean yelled grabbing his upper arms from behind him, but that didn't stop Porrig from back handing her.

She immediately lowered her head, and spit out a mouth full of blood. Sean was about to wedge himself in between the two when suddenly Porrig was flung to the ground. A large primal growl echoed throughout their cave. Sean was surprised to see the noise had not in fact come from Mr. Logan as he'd expected but from a large nude blonde. His long blonde hair was a mane around his large head, and his body was covered in hair, not at all unlike Logan…but Sean was definitely seeing more of him than he'd seen of Logan or wanted to see of either of them. The large blonde stood over Porrig, and growled menacingly, before hauling him up. His razor-like claw bit into the soft flesh of the man's neck, as he pulled him close to his face and snarled viciously.

"I'd watch what I said about mutants if I were you boy…might be hazardous to your health otherwise…" with that said he viciously ejected Porrig from the cave and he landed with an audible pop on a larger rock. Sean automatically ran to his side. Other Gypsies gathered around the outside of the cave peering in at what had caused the commotion. The easily cleared with a snarl from the man who was clearly seven foot tall.

"Who are you? And Where are your pants?" Bridget looked at him oddly trying to hold eye contact to avoid looking anywhere that was less clothed than it should be.

"I was just wondering that myself…" he muttered regarding the girl for a moment.

"Who you are?" she wrinkled up her head in confusion.

"Nope…where my pants were…" he replied, "Do you have any idea what it feels like to wake up and not know where your pants are?"

"There was one night with a whole lot of whiskey…" she smirked.

He laughed a bit, "Somehow I don't think that's the problem…What's your name girlie?"

"Bridget…" she replied stepping back as he moved toward her.

"Bridget…" he let it roll off his tongue as if contemplating it a moment, "Victor Creed…"

He held out his hand, when she moved to take his large hand he lightly ran a claw down the side of her face, "Cute…"

When she went to pull away he grabbed her neck, with an impressive speed. He didn't squeeze her neck or impede her breathing but he put just enough pressure on her neck so she knew he could kill her easily. She got the feeling he could squeeze until her head popped off with little to no effort. He gently stroked the side of her face with his index finger, his grip never loosening.

"Wanna tell me where we are frail?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Our camp is about 20 kilometers south of Landing…and this would be so much less awkward if you had pants…" Bridget noted shifting uncomfortably.

"Landing?' Victor continued ignoring the girl.

"Yeah you know where we landed when we got to the planet…" she told him attempting to pull away again, but she realized the more she struggled the tighter his grip became so she instantly fell still and he relaxed his grip slightly.

"No, I don't, enlighten me…" he replied tersely narrowing his eyes.

"We're on Pern," She told him.

"Okay and how do I get back to Earth…" he asked.

"You don't…it took us all fifteen years to get here, it was one way, there's not enough fuel on the planet to get back…" she replied looking slightly aghast.

Victor laughed but she had the feeling that there was no joy in it, he abruptly hauled her up by her throat his grip tightening, "What the hell do you mean one way? You mean I'm stuck on this god forsaken planet?"

She nodded her eyes widening in fear, causing him to smile…suddenly he caught a familiar scent, very faintly on her clothes. He sniffed around her neck…"You slept in his bed…its been fifteen years has it? I missed fifteen birthdays…I've got a lot to make up for…"

"He wasn't in his bed when I was…" Bridget replied defensively trying hard not to struggle with him.

"Of course not…Runt's to much of a goody two shoes…if only you knew what he actually wanted to do to you girlie…" Victor growled smiling predatorily.

"Put her down Sabertooth…" came the articulate voice of Hank McCoy.

"Then find me some pants McCoy…" Victor replied easily.

"We can do that, just put her down…" Hank responded politely yet firmly, "There is no reason we wouldn't get you pants…in fact all things considered we'd actually prefer you to have pants, if you'll just follow me…"

"To?" Victor asked once again stroking the side of Bridget's finger with his index finger.

"To the medical lab at landing, I'm positive we have some scrubs that'll fit you until we get you some actual clothing…" Hank told him.

"McCoy I hope you're not planning on trying to domesticate that animal…" Came Logan's gruff voice emerging from a wooded area.

"Someone domesticated you…" Hank pointed out.

"I'm not out of my fucking mind…"

"I refuse to be domesticated…"

The replies of the two men came simultaneously.

"I ain't the runt…" Sabertooth continued.

"Put her down Creed!" Logan snarled unsheathing his claws.

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" he grinned, "The pants McCoy…the girlie can keep me company until then…"

"I'll rip you to pieces if you don't keep your hands off of her…" Logan snarled.

"Victor please put the girl down…" Hank asked a little more forcefully.

He shrugged and set her down in front of him, "Don't take this personal…but I ain't gonna fight you until I get some pants…"

"Oh thank god for small favors…" Bridget said letting out a sigh of relief.

Sabertooth growled slightly in annoyance, then pulled to the back of the cave studying it thoroughly. Logan quickly went to the girl's side examining her carefully. He touched the swollen bruise that had formed around her split lip.

"That ain't from Creed, I know better…if he was gonna hurt you…" Logan started.

"She'd be all over this cave…" Sabertooth finished.

Logan snarled glaring at him, then turned back to her. She had her head down and was no longer looking at Logan but to the empty space where Hank had gone, he'd grabbed her Uncle on the way.

"I'll be sure to discuss that with Porrig later…" Logan growled a deep throaty growl, that sent a chill down Bridget's spine.

Logan turned her head toward him abruptly, "I never want to smell that on you kid, especially when I'm the cause…you don't ever need to be 'Fraid of me…" he response was sharp almost angry, maybe it had something to do with Victor's soft laughter in the background he was trying hard to ignore, his voice softened a bit nonetheless, "Now go on, get outta here."

Bridget smiled halfway, then suddenly frown, "Ya know Logan…If you fight 'em naked there's goin' to be plenty of interesting rumors runnin' around that question your sexuality…"

Logan growled and narrowed his eyes and Creed suddenly stopped laughing.

"Have fun boys…" Bridget told them raising an eyebrow and smirking slightly before turning and walking out.

"She's real funny, Runt…" Sabertooth noted staring after her.

"I'd kill you before you touched her…" Logan replied.

"I'm still alive now…" he pointed out shrugging.

"You touch her again your dead," Logan growled having a hard time retraining himself from pouncing on him, but reminding himself that he'd be pouncing on a naked man…helped a considerable amount.

"Like you don't plan on doin' the same thing , Runt, its only natural…you want her, you get her and that's that…" Victor chided him grinning.

"But I don't want her…not like that…she's only a child!" Logan snarled.

"Does your nose tell you she's a child? She smells like a woman…mature in all the ways that count…but virgins…they smell so much sweeter…just makes you wanna bend her right over the kitchen counter…"

"Shut the fuck up Creed," Logan snarled his claws sliding out involuntarily.

"…and pound her sweet, tight little…"

"Pants! Mr. Creed…" Came Hank's abrupt interruption, chucking pale green hospital scrubs at him.

He laughed plucking them out of the air, watching Logan carefully, he was so pissed he shook, all his muscles completely taunt.

"Virgins are fun…" he continued while slowly putting on the pants, "They always scream…no, don't…please stop…it hurts…squirmy little things too…but you'd be strong enough to hold that one still…"

Victor was fully expecting Logan to attack him as soon as he had the pants on, but he wasn't expecting the four tranquilizer darts that hit him in the chest as soon as he stood straight up.

"McCoy…are you out of your fucking…." Creed started but his voice trailed off as he collapsed to the ground, and Hank set down the tranquilizer gun.

"There was enough sedatives in those to down a small elephant…He'll be sleep for a bit…It would be very in humane to just kill him but I think I have a better plan…" Hank told Logan who seemed a bit disappointed that he didn't get a chance to hit him.

"There's a better plan than killing him? What are we gonna jettison him into space?" Logan asked pulling a hand rolled cigar from his top pocket, and lighting it.

"I think I might have one…" Hank nodded, knowing very well that to Logan there was no alternative to killing him.