A/N; The moment you've all been waiting for ladies and gentlemen! (And no, I am not going to kill Jean off if I do the second movie, because actually I like her (which is saying a lot since I can't usually stand most female heroes or sidekicks), when Logan isn't running after her tail... and I actually hate how the movie downplayed the Phoenix... seriously? Personality disorder because of her powers? Pfft!)

Jean was quite impressed by how, even though Harry hadn't argued going back with them to the Xavier Mansion, he had been adamant that Remy stay back in Harrisonburg. And with a bit of thinking, it came to her easily as to why;

Teddy would need his medication the next day and someone had to bring it to him.

The hospital hadn't given much of a fight when Harry decided he was leaving, especially not when he mentioned that he could possibly bring them to court for their lack of respect for his wishes, starting from his DNR and to how his children had been handled, even if that last one wasn't the hospital itself.

Looking over her shoulder towards the passenger seats, the red haired woman felt her heart warm up as Harry had the twins hugged against his sides, whispering to them a story about children getting lost in the woods and how they found their way back to each other, no matter what was going on.

Lily was content in chatting Rogue's ear off, Teddy rolling his eyes at his sister and giving his own insight on the subject, causing the teenager to often tell one or the other to be nice to their sibling. Jean could tell that the arguing was doing wonders in reassuring the two eldest Potter children that everything was now safe; that they weren't going to be separated from their father either, as they kept on glancing over at him every few minutes, even while talking.

That left little Caiden sitting in Scott's lap, as Logan was slightly too uncomfortable to be dealing with anything else than his air sickness at the moment.

Seeing her fiancé with such a young child in his arms started her thinking of how it would be if he were holding their own child. She couldn't help but smile, and when she turned away from him, her eyes met with Harry's green ones and his knowing smile. She smiled back, knowing he understood her silent desires.

Arriving at destination, she parked the jet and they all disembarked, Jean keeping a close eye on Harry as his movements were stiff and he didn't seem able to move too fast nor take too long of strides.

"Hank will take a look at you immediately while Logan and Scott keep an eye on the little ones. Rogue, can you get a hold of Ororo and have her prepare the visitor's room for them? Having everything set up like last time will be alright?" she asked the young father, watching as he managed to hand over the twins to Logan, who handled them as if they weighed nothing.

"Lead the way, my dear," Harry replied with an exaggerated sigh.

Jean felt slightly bad for making him pass even more medical tests, but she knew that the ones they were going to give him would be more telling than those from the hospital.

"Back from the dead, Mr. Potter?" Hank asked with a chuckle, trying to make light of the situation.

Harry actually pouted and it appeared to make him seem younger than his twenty four years.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong, to tell the truth. Every time I go visit, Death turns me back with a kick to the arse and tells me I'd better behave or else," he joked, removing Gambit's coat, having been given scrub pants before he left the hospital. "You might actually not find anything wrong with me, just some sore skin and muscles, but if you're willing to use me as a lab rat; who am I to complain?"

The Beast gave a slight chuckle, taking out the tools he would need to verify Harry's current blood pressure and heart rate, easily attaching the British man who didn't complain the slightest. He simply looked tired.

And Jean could understand him, the stress of being hit, then the strain from the medication, and yet again stress when he woke up and to learn that his children had been placed with strangers. It didn't add up too nicely for the easy-going looking man, especially since his hand would stray distractedly to his lower abdomen, just below the doctors' incision.

"Is there any place where there is more tenderness than the rest?" Hank asked gently, having asked Harry to remove his shirt so he could see the damage that was still present.

There was barely anything left, maybe just an angry and slightly puffy red line where the skin had been opened up, a few discolorations here and there. Even Harry's necrotized skin on his arm was now looking more like a bruise than dead skin about to spread its infection.

"Not really, generally just along the incision, I guess. And my arm, of course. That one still stings," the young father admitted, actually scratching the back of his hand right under Hank's nose.

The blue furred mutant raised a disapproving brow, but he didn't say anything else, asking other questions instead about how the young mutant was feeling.

"Have you always had that much of a reaction to medicine?" Jean found herself asking.

"When I was little, like around four or five, I broke my arm. They gave me a small shot of something to stop the pain and I woke up three days later, still in the hospital. While my heart didn't stop, I was in a deep sleep for that period of time and it was suggested I not take any medication outside of a medical facility ever again," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "I've learned to endure pain from that experience."

Jean nodded her head, slightly disturbed at the idea of a child having to suffer through a broken bone without any kind of help for the pain, but from what had happened in the last twenty-four hours, at least he hadn't gone into full cardiac arrest at such a young age, otherwise he would have never made it out alive.

"Do you think you'll be able to stomach any food?" she asked. "Or would you rather wash up and go to bed? I can pass you some clothes for the night."

Harry stretched his arms over his head, giving a small wince before he got up and looked at her with tired eyes.

"A long warm bath, if possible and then resting would be appreciated. But I have to feed my babies first," Harry replied with a sigh.

Jean was already shaking her head, a gentle smile on her lips.

"We'll take care of feeding them and keeping them entertained, alright? You just take care of yourself for a few hours and then you'll have them back for bedtime where you can cuddle them as much as you want."

A relieved smile appeared on the young father's lips, the telepathic telekinesis giving him one in return before showing him to the prepared room for his family and showing him the bathtub with a teasing note that it wasn't just for him to wash the children in, but also for his own use when visiting.

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Logan got out of the shower after having finished cleaning the kitchen with Ororo. It would seem that when Harry wasn't around, the children tended to be little devils, and they had had a mess to prove it. The mess had actually started with Caiden, the one-year-old reaching for his sister with a dirty hand for whatever reason and he dirtied her blond pig-tails, which Rogue had worked hard to arrange the difficult hair into. Teddy laughed, finding it funny seeing ketchup in her curls.

And so Liliann Elizabeth Potter had taken a hold of her potatoes and promptly threw them over the table at her step-brother, who could only stare at her for a second. Before the adults, who were frozen at the dead on aim from the five-year-old, Tedrick Sirius Lupin Potter grabbed a hold of peas and threw them, but with multiple projectiles, it meant they wouldn't necessarily all end up in the same place.

Tyler was not happy at all to receive a face full of the evil green veggies and he did not wait at all to start in on flying projectiles himself.

In a blink of an eye, a full scale food fight had started, the teenagers joining in eagerly, leaving the adults trying to control the situation in vain. It actually took Jean to freeze all the food for the children to realize that they were being told to stop, Teddy's blush going all the way up to his hair turning a bright red, his hat not being able to hide it at all.

"Am I going to have to call parents here? Or give out times outs?" Jean asked, hands on her hips once she had the projectiles safely back on the table. "Now, if you're all done eating, go wash up and bed time."

The teenagers immediately started to object, but one glare from the red haired woman and they were gone, taking the younger children to their rooms, Rogue, Bobby, John and Kitty taking the Potter brood to their father, who was just getting out of the bathroom, hair wet and all over the place.

Ororo waved the others away to take care of the cleaning up, but Logan didn't really give her a choice as he started to do the dishes. It took them a good half hour before the kitchen was spotless once more, making them both smile at the energy the children and teenagers had used to make the mess. Even more surprising was the fact that none had used their powers once during the food fight.

Giving a sigh, Logan closed his eyes and just stood in his room, listening to every noise that came to his heightened hearing. There was snoring from Hank, and possibly Piotr too. A few giggles from the girls' rooms, but he knew that wouldn't last long before they went to sleep.

Leaving his towel on the bathroom floor, the Wolverine went back into his bedroom and pulled on a sleeveless black shirt and a pair of sweat pants before leaving his room. Even though it wasn't one of the full moon nights, Logan still felt a need to see the Potter pack. Maybe because of the patriarch's hospitalization, or the traumatic event of the children being ripped from each other so suddenly, the Feral needed to know they were all together and that someone was watching over them. He didn't mind stepping in for the job in the least, if it meant Harry would be there to divert the next food fight.

Arriving to the usual room, Logan was actually surprised when he found the door opened fully, and for Harry to be leaning against the doorframe, looking in on his children, all piled up on the bed instead of the mattresses on the floor like usual.

"Everythin' a'right?" he asked, looking at the smaller Feral's back, noticing that it was tensed and that Harry's arms were wrapped once more over his wound.

Harry turned to him, his green eyes looking lost, as if something he cared about deeply was simply gone.

"Why? Why did it have to happen? Why couldn't they just leave me be? Declare me a lost cause, instead of working on me only to know I could possibly never wake up?"

Logan moved closer, raising one hand and placing it on Harry's cheek, thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped the green orbs.

"It's what they have to do, otherwise it wouldn't be called humanity kid. They were thinkin' 'bout yer kids, savin' ya just in case ya could make it. S'not entirely their fault they wanted to protect the little ones from losing a parent. They just went 'bout it wrong."

Harry shook his head, loose hair falling into his face. He stepped forward and Logan wrapped his arms around him, the British man's arms leaving their place so Harry could fist the Wolverine's shirt tightly.

"I lost something because of them! And no matter what, I can't have it the same again!" he sobbed, his whole body shaking and it made Logan realize how young the other man really was, not having passed the quarter mark of the century yet and already he was faced with so much hardship from his past and now his clear fear for his children; something Logan could sympathize with when going in a fight along with some of the younger students from the school, knowing his healing factor would keep him alive while the youths always risked being injured fatally or cripplingly.

"Ya mighta lost somethin', but yer still alive and so are they. Cry as much as ya need to now, but tomorrow, it's ya they'll need, because frankly, I don't think any of us are ready to deal with them full time. Let us get used to havin' two of them around before we get to the think, a'right?"

Harry gave a small chuckle, burying his face into Logan's neck, this one passing his hand into the dark tangles, holding him close as he calmed but still needed comfort. It didn't take too long before Harry just fell asleep in this position, making Logan roll his eyes as he picked him up once more that day and carried him to the free space on the bed, taking a seat when Harry's death grip refused to give in his sleep.

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Logan was the first to wake up, the crick in his neck bothering him. He opened his eyes to find himself sitting against the headboard of the bed, Harry lying against his legs, head resting on his lap. The little devils were all still asleep, which he counted as a small mercy after all the drama of the past two days, Teddy holding one of the twins in his arms, the two-year-old sucking on his thumb, his copy lying on his belly a few inches away, also with a thumb stuck in his mouth.

Lily was at Teddy's back, Caiden between the two of them, tucked safely on a pillow which kept his elder siblings from rolling on top of him. It was a really peaceful morning and Logan didn't want to bother anything, but nature was calling and he didn't really think the others would understand why he was in bed with the mated Feral.

Gently moving Harry's head from his lap, he moved as quietly as he could, which was extremely quiet, and none of the sleepers woke. Leaving the room and closing the door only until an inch was left open, he left for his room, wanting to get dressed in training clothes before he went to hit the gym for a couple of hours to let out some much needed stress.

He was coming down from the landing when he heard the noise of a car moving up in the drive. He sent a loud thought towards Charles, hoping the man had been open to calls. His answer came soon enough as he stepped out on the porch in his shorts and t-shirt and he was joined within seconds by some of the others.

Ororo gave him a raised brow, clearly amused by his attire, but he just shrugged, knowing he was going inside soon and not letting the cold bother him. The van made a slow progression up the drive, and those gathered at the front immediately recognized it as Harry's vehicle.

"Do you think Victoria will be present this time?" Scott asked, frowning.

"Possibly, if she's back from working," Jean hazarded a guess, hoping for Harry and the children that it was true.

"I'm sure she at least saw the news," Ororo added, being optimistic for the situation.

Logan stopped listening to them when he noticed that it was Gambit driving the van, and there was another shape deeper in the vehicle, which for some reason made his hackles rise. The windows were all tinted, only leaving shadows to be present and the Cajun parked the van further from them on the side so it wouldn't be in the way, leaving those gathered to wait until the door was opened.

The redhead got out, a smirk tugging at his lip, but he was trying to suppress it without much luck. He bowed over to them, not opening the side door, leaving whomever was in the van to sit by themselves.

"Good morrow! Gambit be here to see Harry!" he said cheerfully.

"He's still sleepin', bub. Who've you got with ya there?"

The francophone man's smirk did surface then, stepping aside and away from the transportation device as the door opened and a bulk came spilling out, long blond hair getting gathered by the wind to whip at the side.

The scent put Logan on edge the moment Gambit had opened his own door, but he hadn't actually associated it with anyone until now, realizing that he could smell it faintly from the beginning on the children and Harry, but he had put it aside because of his curiosity in the family in general.

He should have known better.

"Sabertooth!"

The big Feral flashed his pointed canines in a deadly smile, claws extending as he raised a hand in a mocking wave.

"Expectin' someone else, runt?" was the purred reply.

The Wolverine took his fighting stance, cold forgotten completely as his claws came out, growl coming from the depth of his chest a clear warning for the other not to approach.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked, hand on his glasses, ready to blast the enemy at a moment's notice. "We thought you died on Liberty Island."

Sabertooth burst out laughing, the cruel kind that made your blood freeze in your veins.

"Truly? Ya think a little fall would kill somethin' like me? Ye're really naïve, little boy. I'm a walkin' nightmare and ya'll never be rid o' me!"

Logan got ready to attack when the bigger Feral crouched to pounce, but he stopped when a voice from behind him called his opponent's name.

"Victor!"

Before anyone could react, Harry had passed through them and was throwing himself into Victor Creed's arms, the Sabertooth holding him possessively as soon as he was close enough, burying his face into Harry's neck and nuzzling him as if there hadn't been a battle about to start.

The shock was so great that they just stood there and watched as Harry broke down crying in the blond's arms, this one actually crouching down once more to completely engulf the smaller Feral in his embrace.

"I'm so sorry! It's all my fault and I couldn't do anything! Caleb and Tyler were separated and they almost got Teddy away too! And I lost it! Dear Merlin, I lost it," he sobbed, burying his head into Victor's chest and just going limp with grief.

The Potter children came out, Teddy holding Caiden in his arms and only letting him go once he was besides the two Ferals and jumped into Victor's right arm, the left one tightly holding onto Harry still. When Victor raised the seven-year-old, Teddy ended up circling his arms around the Feral's head, the man's nose pressed against the back of the child's ear, inhaling deeply.

"Hello to you too, shrimp. Been misbehaving much?" purred Victor.

"No! I'm not like you, Vic!" the metamorphmagus giggled, placing a kiss on the dangerous being's forehead.

"Pick me up too, pick me up too Vic!" Lily exclaimed, the twins nodding behind her and Caiden just holding onto the closest leg, it belonging to Harry.

Victor gave a grunt before just letting himself fall to the ground, crossed legged with Harry on his left thigh and Teddy managing to stand on the other, the youngest children filling in the rest of the legs. One of Harry's arms finally unwrapped from his mate's neck and he passed it behind his children, allowing them the safety of just hugging their sire.

It also made Harry unbury his face from Victor's shirt, which allowed him to notice the dumbfounded gazes from his adoptive son's teachers and his new friends.

"I guess I owe you an explanation," Harry sighed, causing a booming laugh from Victor.

A/N; Victor's here! Now how much torture can I get away with? 1 evil ciffy? 10? *evil laugh* And here's something to tide you all over till the next chapter. Enjoy!

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Harry & Teddy / Sabertooth

Sabertooth slowly made his way into the backyard, passing by the line of trees that separated the back neighbors, he made his way easily over the fence, a six feet full privacy fence that kept the little ones safe. Finding the backyard empty, Victor frowned and headed for the door, knowing it would be left unlocked, the front usually locked and the side fence having three locks on it that should keep the cubs' outburst of accident magic from undoing all of them at once.

"Anyone home?" he called, already knowing from the light left open at the front of the house that Harry had expected to be back late.

Taking out his cell phone, which Harry insisted he keep with him at all times, he opened the text window and managed to type a small; 'Come home.'

Stretching his arms over his head, he headed for the den and let himself fall backwards onto the king sized bed, taking in his mate's scent. Before he could even think of falling asleep, his phone rang.

"Hello?" he growled as he answered.

/Hey, it's me./

"Tell Teddy there's something urgent going on at home and come see me. I miss you," he purred to his mate.

/I know, but 'you' cut our visit short so 'you' be the one to tell Teddy why exactly!/ was snapped at him, Victor smirking in anticipation for when his mate would finally be back home.

/Hello?/ came a hesitant voice.

"Hello cub. Had fun today?"

/Yeah./

"Then you wouldn't mind letting your mother come home would ya?"

/I just thought they'd be staying longer./

"Next visit bud. I shouldn't be around for that moon."

/Okay, but-/

"What is it? You think I'll kidnap your mommy from you? As if he'd ever let me separate ya'll," he said with a snort. "He'd burry me alive."

/No!/ Teddy giggled, amused at the idea. /You're silly!/

"Silly eh? Did someone say you could call me silly? Who?" he playfully growled, already knowing the answer.

/Yes, daddy says I'm allowed to call you silly when you're being silly!/

"Yeah, but your mummy says a lot of things and you know you're not supposed to say some of them. What makes you think you're really allowed?"

/Fine, but 'mommy'-/

The boy's voice suddenly cut off, Victor tensing up for a second before his mate's voice came on.

/I'll see you when I get there,/ came sharply before the line went dead.

Groaning, Victor had to shift a bit to relieve the sudden pressure in his pants. Yep, he was very eager for his mate to come home, especially if that anger of his got to stew on the road.

Cub number six, here we come!