Disclaimer; I do not own either the Harry Potter series or characters neither do I own the X-Men series or characters.
A/N; Thanks for all the nice reviews and enjoy!
Logan couldn't sleep. While he didn't go baying during a full moon, he still felt restless and in need to do something, other than sleeping that is.
Leaving his room, he found himself making his way to the guest quarters, where the werewolf cub was sleeping for the next three nights. Approaching the room, he was surprised to see the door wide open. Peering in, he was surprised by what he saw.
Instead of the boys being in the bunk beds, they were on the double bed with Draco. The man was at the end of the bed opposite the door, facing towards him, Teddy hugged against his chest and Scorpius taking the rest of the free space, laying on his back comfortably. Draco's arm reached over Teddy and rested atop his son's stomach.
It was a touching picture, except for the fact that the boy in the middle was being given an experimental medication for a permanent and life changing disease.
"What is it with you Ferals and not being able to leave me to care for Teddy? I'm not incapable, you know," Draco said before his eyes finally opened.
Logan gave a low grunt and moved into the room, sitting down on the chair in front of the bed.
"It's not that I don't trust you Bub, but I can't sleep with this damn moon. I might as well keep an eye out, is all."
"Victoria says the same thing," sneered Draco. "Says 'she' can't sleep at all, so 'she' might as well keep an eye on the cub. Tedrick is Potter's responsibility, and my own as he is of my blood. We don't need any extra help in caring for him."
Logan tilted his head to the side, a smirk almost reaching his lips.
"Are you afraid we'll steal him away? Because we're closer to him in nature?" he almost snickered. "Don't worry, I'm a lone wolf; I won't be taking any cubs under my wing, especially not when they're already cared for. Though you'll have to deal with that Victoria gal on your own. She's a parental type, if the number of cubs she's had is any indication."
Draco glared at Logan, who did let out a chuckle, which had Teddy shifting slightly in his sleep, giving a sigh as he settled more comfortable against Draco. It was only a few minutes later that the blond spoke up again.
"How was he? The night they gave him the fake wolf-bane?" asked Draco, voice gentle.
"On the defensive. He was sneaking about, trying to find a way out. He only started to really claw and bite when I restrained him. Did more damage to himself than to me, really."
Draco gave a small nod, giving a slight scratch to Scorpius' stomach, the child giving a content sigh in his sleep, just like his cousin.
"Where did you meet the werewolf who bit you that you mentioned earlier?"
"In Europe, while visiting France I think. Did a lot of moving around before I sort of settled here."
"Sort of?" asked Draco.
Logan was quiet for a few seconds.
"I don't do well just sitting around and settling into routines. After a few months, I leave for a bit of a road trip, then come back when Chuck calls or I reached where I was heading."
"Ah."
Silence settled around them once more, Draco closing his eyes, but Logan could tell he wasn't sleeping.
"What happened to the werewolf?" asked the blond, at around four in the morning.
"He died a few years later, in that war you had in the UK. It was probably for the best; even under the wolf-bane potion, he still feared losing control of his other self. That the beast would become immune eventually and he'd either die of poisoning or be hunted down like a vulgar beast."
This time, Draco's nod was slow, contemplative even, but no more words came out of the man as he fell into a slumber, the moon's effect gone for that night at least.
XD|DX
Teddy was almost zombie-like during classes, no energy whatsoever seemed to come from him. He even fell asleep in Math class, Scott not having the courage to wake him up and the other students understanding he was 'sick' this time of the month.
Draco had called a taxi and left with Scorpius, saying he needed to check out a few things around town. They only came back at dinner time, where Teddy plastered himself against the man's side and didn't seem about to let go.
"Feverish?" asked Draco, raising a brow.
"Very," mumbled the seven-year-old. "Feel like my head's about to go 'Boom'!"
Scorpius giggled, which earned him a shove from Teddy. It resulted in Draco having to sit them in two different corners for eleven minutes; their added ages.
"Aren't you a bit harsh?" asked Jean, voice low.
"Not at all. Potter does it also, if you must know. At least we aren't multiplying their ages instead of adding," pointed out the British man. "If they wish to act like children, they shall be grounded as such. They need to learn there are limits to certain of their actions."
"Laughing and a light shove won't evolve into an all out war, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco's jaw clearly clenched, his anger evident.
"A light shove, as you've seen Tedrick do, can easily break ribs if he wasn't so weak. If provoked, his biological father could have easily 'ripped' metal apart with his bare hands, strength doubled around the full moon."
The little revelation had a few shades of color drop in those gathered in the room.
"If his father's strength doubled around the full moon, shouldn't it be the same for Tedrick?" reasoned Scott.
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he was repeating himself all over to someone who simply refused to listen.
"It's the medication that renders him weak. Had it been yesterday 'before' he took the wolf-bane, Scorpius would have been flying head first into a wall. And Ms. Grey? Push comes to shove, which leads to punching and kicking. While it rarely does, it can and 'has' evolved into wars."
Jean didn't know what else to reply, so she kept quiet. After exactly eleven minutes, the boys came back from their respective corners, Teddy once more taking refuge against his elder cousin.
"Uncle Draco?" whispered Teddy.
"Yes?"
"Can you make me some meat stew? With a bit of veggies on the side? Please?"
The man was quiet for a few heartbeats, looking down at the seven-year-old's head.
"Can I make it for tomorrow? If I do it for tonight, we'll be eating past bedtime. I'll start it in the morning and let it cook all day, alright?"
Teddy pouted, but he could see the logic behind waiting on the next day.
"Okay, I guess. How does dad do it in one hour?" was the next question, the child clearly confused.
That would be your father's erratic way of cooking, which he has mastered throughout his life. Were I to try it, I would surely carbonize the whole pot and we'd be left eating measly bread."
Those who were used to cooking were also surprised to hear someone could cook that fast. While it didn't take long to prepare the whole mix, it did take a long time of stewing, especially for the flavors to set in properly.
Draco tilted his head to the side, frown on his brow as he took in Teddy's face.
"Would you even be able to stomach it?"
"Yes I would!" exclaimed the child, nodding vigorously.
"Hmm," was all the indication Draco gave.
When night came, Logan only waited an hour before he went to Draco's room, finding the man with reading glasses on his nose in the middle of the bed sitting against the headboard. Scorpius and Teddy were settled on each side of him, sleeping deeply, the man's papers all over the children as Draco used them to cross reference whatever he was reading. The night lamps on both side of the bed lit.
"Some light reading?" asked Logan, taking his seat once more on the chair by the bed.
"Hardly. There is a conference I must attend in a few months, in Europe. As it is only held every ten years and I was not yet 'educated' at the time of the last, this will be my first, without a mentor to present me. I'll need to present his last work before he passed and then my personal modification to them, along with the research I was able to gather upon both theory's work…Let's just say I'll have my work cut out for me."
Logan could easily guess as to what Draco was referring to. He'd been shown around the magical community in France by the werewolf after that full moon and he'd learned a lot. While he may not understand certain aspects of it, he could understand that they had a certain system that may be dysfunctional, but it had worked so far. They were probably waiting for the 'perfect' solution before their society would be allowed to catch up to this time and technology.
"Your mentor died in the war?" asked Logan.
Draco looked over at him from the top of his glasses.
"My primary mentor died during the war. My secondary, who happened to also be my first's own mentor, died a few months before my son was born. My knowledge in potions was already spectacular, it was just a formality for me to take on my second mentor. It also meant less hassle at the upcoming conference, but it seems like I'll still be going in slightly handicapped."
"I highly doubt you'll let that stop you," chuckled Logan.
"If they dare refuse my research, they'll be wishing Hell was as simple as they'd imagine," sneered the blond.
XD|DX
It was surprising how smoothly the last day went. Being a Saturday, Draco got Scorpius to peel the vegetables with a children safe potato peeler while Teddy cut them all up, Draco dealing with the meat and sauce before shoving everything together in the pot and leaving it to cook.
He then left with the boys before lunch and came back as the stew was easily smelt across the whole mansion. A few of the adults were glad that the guest had made enough to feed everyone, having taken into account that everyone would be eating the same dish.
"Go put your bags away, Tedrick," ordered Draco, each of them carrying two bags.
"Okay!"
It was clear Teddy had more energy that day, his cheeks even being rosy from a day where he got to help make the meal and got to go shopping with his uncle.
Draco also went to put his bags away, taking Scorpius' along the way seeing as the four-year-old looked worn out. The day's excitement had been too much for him it seemed.
It was only once everyone was seated and eating that Scott accidently broke the good mood.
"When will you be leaving, Mr. Malfoy? Tomorrow in the morning or in the afternoon?"
Everyone stopped, somehow having gotten used to the blond man and child in only three days.
"Most likely mid-morning. There are things I must attend to during the afternoon."
"Does it have anything to do with that call on Thursday?" asked Teddy, fork left on the table by his half-eaten plate, obviously not liking the news of his cousins leaving.
"Possibly," sighed Draco. "Finish your food, young man. I didn't slave in the kitchen for you for nothing."
With how snarky he could be, everyone thought it best to stay silent rather than telling him they also enjoyed his cooking.
"Will you come next month?" asked the child in a mumble, head bowed as he picked up his fork.
"Your father should be able to visit, so I won't be coming. The month after I'll be in England, so I will surely not be able to make it."
"How long back home?"
"Three, possibly four months. Scorpius will stay with your grand-mothers while I attend to business. Once back, I'll come visit."
Teddy took a large chunk of stew, glancing over at Scorpius.
"Will you give grand-mother Andy and grand-mother 'Cissa kisses and hugs for me?" he asked politely.
Scorpius rolled his eyes.
"They'll make me give you some from them too when I get back," pouted the four-year-old.
The two shivered, both having the same thought and speaking it out at the same time.
"Old ladies cooties!"
It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes.
"Well, if you boys don't like gurls, I'll keep them all to myself," said Draco.
"No! You can't keep grand-ma 'Cissa! You have to share with me!" exclaimed Scorpius.
"You can't have grand-mother Andy!" added Teddy.
Draco gave a sigh of exasperation.
"Then stop saying girls have cooties. Or I'll tell Blaise you can't visit Rafael anymore."
"No~o! I wanna play with Rafael again! Please don't tell uncle Blaise I can't visit!"
"Hmm, it'll be under consideration until we get back to England," finally settled on Draco.
It was clear he was only teasing his son, Teddy giggling so quietly on the other side, you had to see him to know he was doing it. Teddy suddenly stopped and his head shot up, wide eyes looking at Draco.
"If you're gone for four months, who's gonna make my medicine?" he asked, voiced filled with fear.
"Potter will supervise someone into making it," said Draco with a wave of his hand, before a hard look took over his face. "Seriously, how deficient is Potter? That man's cooking could settle a World War were he to make the Peace Alliance Dinner, but he can't properly mix some herbs to save his life? Ha! Pitiful!"
Scorpius and Teddy leaned forth to get eye contact around the man, who everyone was looking at with worry.
"And he says you're the unstable one," didn't even try to whisper Teddy.
"He probably gets it from grand-pa Lucy rather than grand-ma 'Cissa. Grand-ma Andy says he went coo-coo over the coo-coo's nest like that!" added Scorpius, once more unable to snap his fingers.
Draco settled for simply giving a small flick to the ear closest to him on each boy, the children looking sheepish as they'd been properly chastised.
"But I'm serious; you don't need to worry about your medicine Teddy; I'll have someone on it. Otherwise Potter will take you out of school for a few days. I'm sure Victoria will be ecstatic to watch the little brood during that time."
"Boy oh boy! Better call the hospital now! Someone will be going for a visit before the first day is over!" giggled Teddy, making Scorpius laugh uncontrollably.
It seemed to surprise everyone that the boys would think that, but Draco's smirk seemed to encourage that notion.
"I thought Ferals were all maternal, just like animals," said Rogue, wanting to hear more about the culture of the man who had saved her life on more than one occasion.
Draco laughed, one that was pure amusement.
"My dear, just because most are gifted to be 'maternal', does not mean they got a manual to go with it. Victoria, while a caring and protective parent, would not know how to deal with four children on 'her' own, even less if Liliann gets the twins to no good!"
Teddy rolled his eyes.
"They're not that bad, uncle Draco."
"Oh, give them time to grow, dear nephew. You've never met a pair of twins out for mischief. You should ask your uncle Weasel. His twin brothers are a legend! The Great Gred and Forge!" chuckled Draco.
Scorpius frowned up at his father.
"It's uncle George, not Forge," he said.
Draco shook his head slowly.
"Before your uncle Gred died, the two of them used to introduce themselves as Gred and Forge, but they'd never tell people who was which. They did everything together and if one got in trouble, you can bet the other was there also! I've been on the end of many of their pranks, along with Potter. We were their greatest test subjects because we were sharp enough to either counter what they had done, or find them fast enough to get them to fix it."
Draco had leaned forth a bit, his voice having dropped slightly as if he was telling the greatest of secrets, and everyone was entranced by his simple words.
"What happened to Gred? I mean Fred!" said Kitty, on the edge of her seat.
Draco sighed, leaning back which broke the 'spell' over his crowd.
"Died, direct shot in the back. Jumped in front of it to protect George. To tell the truth, I don't think Fred would have ever survived George's death. Tch, we barely managed to keep George from doing the unforgivable!"
The air was somber, no one sure what to say. Ororo cleared her throat after a few minutes.
"While not maternal, would Victoria really hurt her children to the point of sending them to the hospital?"
Teddy perked up, smiling broadly.
"Oh no! The hospital is for Victoria! 'She'd' be curled up in a corner asking Potter to come back, no doubt about it!" laughed Draco.
Those around the table gave uneasy smiles, a few chuckling.
"Isn't that cruel to poor Victoria?" asked Jean.
"You've not met Victoria, of course you would think it's cruel darling. Truth of the matter is that 'she's' not a defenseless 'woman' at all. 'She'll' be the first to jump into a fight if 'she' is not the instigator.
"A very spirited woman," said Ororo.
"Feral, but it can mean the same thing," teased Draco.
"Victoria would take it as a compliment," said Teddy, nodding vigorously.
"Victoria, is it now? Whatever happened to Vicky?"
Teddy blushed darkly and crossed his arms over his chest, plate now empty, much to Draco's clear relief as the man had a fraction of a smile when he spotted it.
XD|DX
On the third night, Teddy was agitated in his sleep, giving a few grunts and kicking out once in a while. Logan ended up sitting on the bed with the werewolf cub hugged to his side with Draco sleeping farther off, with Scorpius protected by his body. Because even weakened, Teddy could kick to bruise like no other.
Logan was also pleased to see that the blond man trusted him to care for his little cousin, the man falling asleep almost as soon as Logan had taken over Teddy's care. The Feral even helped Draco pack the stuff the next morning as they talked about the past three nights.
"Seems to be working perfectly, if you ask me. I think it was all the excitement that got him a restless sleep," said Logan.
"You're right. But it's not a permanent solution. As he grows older, the dose will change and I fear what teenage hormones will do to his emotional state!"
Logan gave a grunt, already seeing how some of the young teenagers were rapidly changing as they moved further into teenage-hood and it wasn't pretty at the best of times. With heightened emotions like Teddy had, it could turn to be disastrous.
"Will you keep an eye on Teddy for us? Potter would feel more at ease for sure, even if he hasn't met you yet," said Draco as they placed the bags into the limousine Draco had called once more.
"I'll be here for the month, but Chuck might send me out around the time the next full moon comes. Don't know when I'll be back after that," gave a shrug Logan.
The blond man nodded, a pensive look on his face.
"Potter wouldn't be far behind to visit at least. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Logan. Hopefully we will get the chance to talk again. I am very interested in learning about the journey you had in Europe."
Logan gave a chuckle, placing his hand atop Teddy's head as Draco herded Scorpius in the backseat.
"Another time then, Mr. Malfoy."
And with that said, Logan and Teddy watched the limousine roll away, the little boy giving a sigh.
"Miss them already?" teased Logan, walking towards the mansion main doors.
"No, just glad Scor wasn't too whiny. Dad says he gets if from when uncle Draco was little and that Astoria's also a right bitch."
The Wolverine raised a brow at the child, Teddy blushing as he realized he was being silently scolded.
"What? She is and my dad said it. He wouldn't if it weren't true. He doesn't like lies," mumbled Teddy in his own defense.
"He only tells half-truths then," said Scott, coming down from the stairs by the doors, having heard the end of the conversation.
Teddy pouted, looking down at his sneakers.
"He's been hurt in the past, once said uncle Draco. So he hates lying, but he won't tell the whole truth unless he trust the person with his life."
"With his life?" asked with a snort Logan, making Teddy roll his eyes.
"Well, not life, but with his private information and our lives."
Logan nodded, understanding the concept. While he wasn't too bothered if someone came after him, he wouldn't allow anyone to go after Marie if he could stop it. Even if Rogue could defend herself now, he couldn't quite shake off the image of a cold teenager sitting in his pickup truck clueless as to what she could do with her life and abilities.
"Whatever the case be, your dad can trust us to take care of you; I'm not about to let anything happen to you under my shift, kid."
Teddy smiled brightly, hair going a bright blond before he left to go find some of the children his own age, hopefully.
"I don't like the sound of that Victoria," Scott told Logan as he walked besides him.
"No one asked your opinion, Cykes," grunted Logan, taking the next turn to get away from the younger mutant.
Just because they had to live in the same home and were 'mature adults' did not mean he had to stand around and listen to his paranoid opinions. Logan himself was eager to meet 'that' Victoria. He had a feeling it was going to be very interesting.
AN; Talk to y'all later!