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"Morning, cub."

"Morning, Vic. What's for breakfast?"

"Whatever you decide to make." Vic was sitting at the island in her Anchorage home drinking coffee out of a canning jar. She walked to the fridge and pulled out a whole carton of eggs, sausage and the pancake mix that comes in a jug. She had discovered over their week together that he ate a lot.

"Ok, cub." He said suddenly, "Do you want to say in Anchorage, or come live with me in Washington State, Canada, Montana, or anywhere you want to go really."

"You have three houses?"

He laughed, "Cub, I have a lot more than three. Have you heard of Creed Industries?"

"Yah."

"Mr. Victor Creed at your service." He said with a flourish and a bow.

She giggled, "Wow. I'm sorry, but you don't look like a stock market, board meeting kind of person."

"I decided to take a break from my regular job and, turns out, I'm good at stock market, board meeting kind of stuff."

"So, you can pretty much afford to live anywhere?"

"Pretty much," he mimicked her.

"What happens to Mom's stuff now that she's gone?"

"I called my lawyer on my way here, it's all yours."

"Really?"

"Yep, you are the new owner of a 4x4 jeep, a F350 4x4 truck, and 200 acres of prime Alaskan wilderness."

"If I decided to live with you, would I have to sell this place?"

"Heck no. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Sure, what have I got to lose?"

"Where do you want to live?"

"Why don't we give Washington a try."

He helped her pack the things she would need since it would take a few weeks until they could ship everything she wanted from the house. Then they started the long drive through Canada to Chehalis, WA. They started driving Northwest to Palmer, AK. With Victor driving through the snow and ice covered landscape, they made it in about an hour.

By noon they were in the last town, Tok, before the long drive down the Alaskan Hwy. They stocked up on snack foods, prepackaged food and camping supplies. The hours passed quickly as they traded stories.

"So, Dad," She began, "Just how old are you?"

"Oh, about 160, 170. Somewhere around there."

"Where were you born?"

"Alberta, Canada."

"I'm half Canadian, half Czechoslovakian and I live in America."

"Yep."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"A brother."

"Is he still alive?"

"Yah."

"Whats his name?"

"James Howlett."

"How come you have different last names?"

"His mom cheated on her husband with my dad. He found out we were brothers when my dad decided to take him and his mom away with us. My dad shot and killed his dad. James killed our dad and we ran away. I raised him."

"How old is he?"

"Around 155."

"Does he have the same mutation as us?"

"He has the healing factor, senses, and fangs, but he has three bone claws that are housed in his forearms and come out from between his knuckles."

"Trippy. Where is he living now?"

"At the Xavier Institute in Westchester, NY."

"You don't like him much, do you?"

"Thats enough, cub. Drop it." Victor growled at her. She sat staring out the window for a while.

"Do you have any other kids?"

He sighed, "Yah. His name was Graydon Creed. He was a religious zealot who started the Friends of Humanity."

She gasped, "That psycho who wanted to eliminate all mutants? But you're a mutant, you're his dad!"

"His mom is a mutant, too. Her name is Mystique."

"Wow, what kind of crazy luck is this? All three of my siblings and my mom are dead. My dad and uncle are both over 150 years old and my dad is, like, the richest guy on earth."

"Yep, that sums it up."

"Wow."

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