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So onto Andy getting ready...not much else to say other than please enjoy, read and review, thank you!
Andromeda stared at the dress on her bed running her fingers over the satin; it was quite possibly the most exquisite fabric she'd ever felt. Her face was stuck in a downcast stare, almost in a dream like this wasn't happening. God forbid, she wanted something like this to happen. The flowers, the dress, the jewelry, the night out, she wanted it no desperately needed all of it. The twinge of guilt became a tidal wave inside her stomach as if caved in on itself as thoughts turned to Wade. This was Victor Creed; Sabretooth and he was not to be trusted. True, she wasn't helpless and she made that point clear to Logan, but when the blonde was around Creed she tended to freeze.
Touching the dress again and sighing, Andy had to go, for her student's sake. Looking at the clock, 5 PM, and the second hand seemed to be moving at quickened pace just like her heart. The girl took care to get ready, showering, applying makeup, curling her hair and finding the right shoes before trying on the dress. It fit like a glove, almost like slipping on skin. It hugged every curve of her body perfectly accentuating them and hiding any flaw. Slipping on her heels, making her six feet tall, it wouldn't make a difference Victor would still tower over her, at last count he stood at over seven. Andromeda looked at her reflection and her eyes were distant looking almost lost.
"Something troubling you my dear," Charles said quietly from behind her.
"More than something," she turned blue eyes threatening to spill over.
Xavier wheeled closer to her, "Andromeda," he said softly taking her hand and leading the blonde to her bed. "I understand your hesitation given your history with Mr. Creed; however I don't think he'd go through all this trouble just to kill you."
"That's the trouble Charles. I've been searching my memory trying to remember the last time I was around for Logan's birthday or when I was here the last time Sabretooth attacked. I've always been in the city doing work for you or splitting my time with SHIELD when he's struck. Victor's been clever enough to know my schedule, to make sure that I'm not around. He's not setting an ambush like Logan thinks, he's courting me," the words got caught in her throat. After all this time, all the behavior she'd seen Creed practice when it came to the fairer sex, this was a complete turnaround.
"I see," the bald telepath thought deeply, "You're worried about betraying Wade."
"I feel I already have," she looked at her mentor, "Just by agreeing to go and getting excited about the prospect of this date…"
"Andromeda," he interrupted her, "my dear before you decide that you've ended your relationship, go see what happens. You've needed to have a talk Wade for a while now. I know it's been weighing heavily on your mind."
The blonde sighed and smiled slightly, "You always know, no matter how I try to keep things private, you always know."
"You tend to project when you worry. We'll work on it during our next session," he pulled her upright, "Troubling issues aside, Mr. Creed has excellent taste you look stunning my dear."
Andy blushed, "Thank you Charles," she hugged him and kissed his cheek. Glancing at the clock on her bedside it read 6:15, "Oh, it appears that my ride will be here shortly. Escort me to the foyer?"
"Of course," he took her hand and led her to the entrance hall of the manor. "Will you be alright waiting on your own?"
The blonde nodded, "I'll be fine," he gave her the look, "Charles, I'll be fine," she repeated laughing lightly. The professor laughed and nodded before leaving her. Andy blew out a breath checking her clutch for the tickets, her ID, pocket money, phone, mirror and lipstick. She checked and re-checked a few more times, checking the time on her phone, 6:18, "You've got to be bloody kidding me," she whispered. Sighing as a hand reached her out and touched her shoulder, the blue eyed girl jumped and let out a slight shriek.
"My apologies Andy," Dr. McCoy said from behind, "I just wanted to wish you luck and tell you how wonderful you look."
The blonde turned, "I'm a bit jumpy, and I'm sorry Hank. Thank you." McCoy was about to open his mouth when the doorbell rang and Andy jumped and squealed again. "Really, Andromeda, he's not coming to the door himself," she scolded.
Hank answered it and there was a handsome young man of medium height with sandy blonde hair and chauffeur's hat in the crook of his arm, "Miss Andromeda Sorin," he asked and smiled at the beautiful young woman in the entrance hall.
Andy nodded and walked toward him, glancing back at Dr. McCoy for some encouraging words, he smiled, "You'll be fine, just remember you can leave any time."
Blowing out an anxious breath she took the driver's hand, his skin was warm and inviting. She felt the butterflies settle in her stomach as the young man led her to the rear passenger door of the town car. She settled into the back seat, not knowing what to expect and still a bit on edge. She wondered how he would look; she hadn't seen him in, as she mentally counted, over eight years; the night she put a bullet into him. Andy wondered if he knew that she was still with Wade. That was a sticky story.
After the betrayal of her superiors and what they did to Logan at Weapon X and what they wanted and tried to do to her. Leaving Wade was one of the hardest decisions she'd ever made, but she knew why he had to stay and he knew why she had to go. Cancer; it was fatal and if Wade left he would have been dead in a matter of months without the treatment he was getting at Weapon X. Andy broke out with Logan with the help of Wade but it was bittersweet and Wilson had to knock her out so she would leave.
The blonde's mouth upturned how she pined away for Wilson, turning down every single opportunity for a date that came along when she joined Charles' school. Then Logan came along with the new addition of an adamantium skeleton and the loss of most of his memory, with her help and Charles', Wolverine was able to get most of his memories of Weapon X back. That's when Victor came looking for him. Andy found Creed first. He toyed with her, like always, but she dodged and kept her distance, keeping one move ahead of him.
Sabretooth cackled, "Where's your boyfriend, frail? Couldn't come out and play," his deep voice echoing through the alley way as he jumped from wall to wall trying to confuse her. "Wanna know what happened to him little girl? Why Wilson never resurfaced?" He dropped behind her pinning her arms to her sides and whispered, "I killed him," he licked the side of her face as tears fell, "Not only that frail, I tortured the son of a bitch before I ended him, told him how I was gonna open you up like a pretty package on Christmas."
The telepath summoned all the strength that she could and focused, she'd only get one shot at this, his mind was tricky. Opening up her thoughts to their maximum radius pulling in everyone she could and then connecting to Creed transferring the thoughts to his mind before he knew what hit him. The beast howled in pain dropping to his knees. Andy leveled the pistol at his chest, "This is for Wade," and emptied the clip into the huge man. He lay there dead, but not for long. The blonde dropped the gun and felt numb and cold almost unable to cry when she heard clapping.
"I have seen some pretty spectacular death scenes, caused most of them, but that was downright cinematic. You my little leading lady deserve an Oscar or a jail sentence or whatever it is they give to real life killers," the voice said, it was playful and extremely juvenile.
The blue eyed girl looked up to see a man in red and black outfit strapped with a cache of weaponry, she could almost see a smile through the mask that covered his whole head. "Who are you?"
"You haven't heard of me," he asked mockingly hurt, not losing any of the youthful playfulness.
"No one's heard of you…"
"Well, some people have, his sales are doing quite well."
"Whatever…"
He moved closer and took off his mask to reveal his true face. He was bald, skin was covered in bumps and craters and the color was dark tan. He moved closer to her, his brown eyes open and begging for her to remember. His voice changed, it was softer and got older, "Come on Dom, don't you remember your old Sub?"
Andy cautiously moved forward taking a closer look, their nicknames and those eyes. Those brown and beautiful eyes even years, cancer and Weapon X couldn't touch, "Wade?"
The car pulled to a stop pushing Andromeda into the present, the driver turned, "You've arrived miss." The door opened a few moments later and a large hand extended to hers. Andy took it with almost no hesitation as Victor helped her from the car. As Creed looked at her there was slight and sharp intake of air.
"I'm very pleased you decided to join me," his voice was soft, but it still had a slight rough edge to it. This was definitely not the Victor Creed she remembered.