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4
Victor dialed the number and the phone rang. It was probably around seven pm. The phone continued ringing until someone finally picked it up.
"Hello?" the voice on the other line asked. It was a kid.
"Is Charles Xavier there?"
"Yeah, hold on."
Victor held the phone an arm length from his ear as the kid screamed Charles' name. A few minutes went by and the sound of fumbling was heard as the phone was passed to another hand.
"Charles Xavier. Whom am I speaking with?"
"You know me as Sabretooth."
"Sabretooth, may--"
"Please, call me Victor."
"Victor, may I ask why you are calling?"
"Your school is a sanctuary for mutants, right?"
"Yes, it is, Victor. What is it I can do for you?"
"My cub and I need to be someplace safe for a while."
"You have a child?"
"Yeah, he was dropped on my doorstep almost 16 years ago by his mother. His mother worked for Stryker. She left me because she was frightened of me. Then she fell back in love with me. She then gave me my cub because she was afraid Stryker would experiment on him."
"What is your son's name?"
"Vincent. He got beat up real bad. He can't go to a hospital. There is a doctor that I trust that patched him up some, but I'm not sure how badly he is hurt."
"Does he have mutations?"
"Yeah, but they are not all there yet. He has the same claws as me and fangs, too. Someone found out about him being a mutant and that someone and half the school football team beat the crap out of my cub. He is not in good shape. Can ya pick him up, Charles? Please."
"What about you?"
"I have to pack some clothes and get some stuff then I'll either drive or take a plane."
"Alright, Victor. I'll come with Hank. Where are you?"
"Bar Harbor, Maine. There's a big field that's used for a lot of life flights. It's by the YMCA. You can land the jet there. Where I'm at is above the only baby clothing store and it's on Main Street right next to the Village Green Park."
"We'll be there soon, Victor."
"Thanks, Prof. See ya in a bit."
Victor hung up the phone and returned it to it's hook. He sighed and ran an hand through his hair. He turned to Lily and watched her make the soup.
"Is it almost done?"
"Yes."
A few minutes later the soup was done and Victor took a bowl on a tray to Vincent. He set the tray on his cub's lap and tired to help him eat.
"Dad, stop it! I can feed myself! I ain't a tiny cub! I'm almost 16!" Vincent said, picking up the spoon.
"Okay, cub, I was only helpin'."
"I know. I'm sorry." Victor sipped the soup from the spoon. "I shouldn't have said that."
"It's alright."
"This must be the worst birthday of your life. And it's my fault."
"It's not yer fault, Vincent. I just shouldn't have sent you to school."
"This would have happened even if I didn't go to school today. Sooner or later people would have found out anyway." Vincent ate more of the soup. "Ain't ya gonna have some soup?"
"No, I ain't hungry."
"You should eat something, Victor." Lily stood in the doorway.
"Yeah, I know." Victor turned back to Vincent. "Vincent, there's some mutants pickin' you up in a little while. They're from Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters. It's a mutant school and also a sanctuary for them, too. They're takin' ya there to be safe from the humans."
"What about you and what are these mutants' names?"
"The ones that are pickin' ya up are Charles and Hank McCoy. Charles is the headmaster and one of the most powerful telepaths in the world. Hank is a doctor, scientist, and worked or still works in D.C. He is a blue furred feral like mutant. He also goes by Beast. I'm goin' to go back to the house and pack some of our stuff and drive to where they are takin' you. And that's Westchester, New York."
"That's where Uncle Logan is, right?"
"Yeah, and don't get all overexcited when see him. He hates me and might hate you, too, even though he doesn't know you. Just be calm when you see him. He will know you are my cub because you have some of my scent in you."
"Okay, Dad. Will he do anything to me?"
"I don't know. But Charles and Hank will protect you if he tries to pull anything. Don't fight back until you are able to. I don't want ya getting yerself killed."
Vincent nodded. "Okay, Dad, I will not try and kick his butt until I am able to move normally."
"Good boy," Victor said, smiling. "Now, let's get you ready for them. Can ya stand, cub?"
"I think so." Vincent said. Victor took the tray off his lap and set it on the coffee table. Vincent tried standing up on his shaky legs. He got balanced and tried taking a step. Victor got up and stood beside his cub in case he face planted onto the floor. Vincent's arms flailed as he lost his balance and Victor caught him. "Or not."
"That's alright, cub. Try again later."
Vincent nodded and Victor helped him sit on the cot.
A while later there was a knock on the door and Lily headed for it. Victor came up behind her and grabbed her by her waist pulling her back.
"Wait," he whispered, smelling the air. "It's Hank. I'll get it." Victor opened the door and saw Hank McCoy in a business suit. "Hank."
"Victor. Charles said you needed your son to be picked up."
"Yeah." Victor let him in and then closed the door. "Where is Charles?"
"At the jet. Where is your son?"
"Follow me." Victor led him to Vincent and turned to Hank. "This is my cub, Vincent. Vin, say hello."
"Huh?" Vincent looked up from his hands and saw Hank. "Hi."
"Hello, Vincent." Hank extended his hand to him. "I'm Henry 'Hank' McCoy."
Vincent shook his hand. "Vincent Creed. Um, you're pickin' me up?"
"Yes, I am." Hank looked closely at Vincent. "He is the spitting image of you, Victor."
Victor nodded. "Thanks."
"Ahem."
They turned to see Lily standing at the living room entrance.
"Oh, sorry. This is Lily."
Hank and her shook hands. Hank turned to Victor and Vincent. "Are you ready to go?"
Victor nodded. "Yeah. He ain't got clothes right now because I got to go back to the house and pack some stuff."
"That's alright. We'll find him something when we get back to the mansion."
Victor nodded again. "He can't walk and his arms are sprained."
"Because of what happened to him?"
Victor again nodded.
"When we get back I'll have him fixed in a jiffy. Who did these bandages?"
"I did," Lily said. "I'm a doctor."
"You did a fine job, Lily."
"Thank you, Dr. McCoy."
"Your welcome. Now let's get Vincent to the jet."
"Right." Victor lifted his son in his arms. "Ya ready, cub?"
Vincent nodded sleepily and yawned. "Yep."
They four of them made their way to the jet that was in the field near the Y. On the way Hank looked behind him at Vincent and Victor. He saw Vincent yawn again and snuggle his head against his father's chest and close his eyes, falling asleep and Victor looked at Hank. Victor grinned at him, showing his fangs and Hank returned the grin. Hank didn't really believe Victor had a son and was civilized, but he now he was believing after seeing it. He hoped Logan would be able to see the bond between this father and son and not freak when he saw Vincent. Also, nobody told him either for Charles thought it was best for him to wait later to know until he cooled off from his last trip to Canada.
Victor looked down at his son cradled in his arms as they got closer to the jet. He held him closer at they got to the jet. Victor nuzzled Vincent's hair, taking in deep breaths of his scent. Dammit, he didn't want to leave his son. Never left him with Lily for more than a day. Now, he didn't know how long he wouldn't see his cub. It could be days or weeks until he saw him again. He took in his scent again before they stopped in front of the Blackbird. Victor looked up as the ramp came down and saw Charles wheel down it and onto the grass. Charles smiled at Victor and looked at the beaten boy in the feral's arms. He looked back at Victor. Vincent moved around in Vincent's arms and sighed once he settled down with his head more snuggled into Victor's chest. Victor chuckled and Charles gave a warm smiled and wheeled closer.
"This is Vincent?" he asked.
"Yeah. It's him."
"How old is he?"
"16 next month."
"He looks so much like you."
Victor nodded. Then worry plastered his face. "Will Jimmy hurt him?"
"I don't know, Victor. I will not let him hurt your son. Hank and I will protect him at all times. I'm sure Scott will, too, and maybe the whole team will. They are starting to not mind you. Especially, after I told them about your son."
"I haven't left him for more than a day since he was a tiny cub."
"He is in good hands, Victor. We will see you when you get to the mansion."
"I really appreciate this, Charles. Is there anyway I can repay you--"
"That is not necessary, Victor," Charles said. "I am not like Erik. He wants to be repaid when it comes to shelter, food, clothing, and maybe education. I do not want anything except for your trust and I would be glad if you stayed at the mansion. It's just a place to stay and a place to call home if you want or you can just stay until you find a place to live. I am not forcing you to live there."
"I think we will stay for a while. Not too sure yet," Victor said. "Can my cub and I have a room to ourselves? It ain't gotta be big. Just a room with an en suite bathroom. Just throw another bed in there and we'll be all set."
"The only other room with en suite is next to Logan's room," Charles said.
"Oh, shit. Are they connected?"
Charles and Hank chuckled. "No need to worry, Victor," Charles said. "They are separate."
"I better be goin'. I gotta get some of out stuff together."
"I'll take him," Hank said.
Victor nodded. He took in his cub's scent one last time and kissed his forehead before they would part ways until they saw each other again. Who knew how long that would be? "We'll see each other real soon, cub." He handed him to Hank, who carefully took him inside.
"He'll be fine, Victor. I will do everything in my power to make sure he is safe while you are making your way to the school," Charles said.
Victor nodded.
Charles made his way up the ramp and it closed. Victor and Lily ran to the sidewalk on the other side of the road as the jet started up. Within seconds it roared and lifted and then shot into the sky. Victor watched it as it turned into a black dot and disappeared from his keen eyesight. He and Lily start making their way back to the apartment. Soon, they arrive and Victor gets into his truck and unwinds the window. Lily looks at him.
"Do you want to bring the dessert with you?"
"No, keep it."
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Yeah, we'll see each other again."
"When?"
"I'm not sure, but I'll keep in touch."
"Okay. Be safe, Victor."
"Always."
Lily kissed his cheek and stepped back as he backed the truck up and drove away from the apartment and headed back to the house he would probably never see again. Victor parked the truck in front of the house and went inside. He grabbed a couple duffle bags from his closet and put his clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, and a few other things. Then he went to Vincent's room and threw the same things in his brown bag along with his computer and charger, a few pens and few note books he had written in. Then he went into the living room and opened the green bag throwing in a few photo albums, his and Vincent's favorite movies, game system and its games (Vincent would throw a fit if he didn't have the XBox), and all the picture frames of him and his cub as the boy grew. He closed up the bag and threw them over his shoulder and left the house. He got in his truck and drove off and didn't look back.
Vincent woke up to find himself on a not so comfortable bed. He sat up and suddenly felt weird. Were they flying? He heard people talking about flipping switches and he heard the roar of an engine. He got up on unsteady feet and mad his way up front in what or where ever he was. He got there and saw there were seats lined up and saw Hank and a bald guy handling the controls of a. . .jet? He got a closer look. Yep, a jet. He was flying in a jet. Vincent sat in one of the seats and closed his eyes and groaned when the plane slightly turned some. He was airsick and motion sick, too.
"Are you alright?"
He looked up at Hank and shook his head. "I get airsick and motion sickness."
"We are almost to the mansion. Think you can hold on a while longer?"
"Maybe."
"Do you want a bucket?"
"No," he groaned. "Where's my dad?"
"He's coming by plane or is driving."
"Oh, yeah."
The ride lasted only a little while longer and as soon as the jet ramp was down Vincent bolted out the door and out into the hanger. That's where he saw other people walking in. Vincent wondered if the man in the group of women was his uncle since he has never seen him before. Not even a picture. Vincent stopped walking and stood five feet from them. Charles wheeled up beside him and Hank put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. The man walked up and stuck his hand out to Vincent.
"I'm Scott Summers and I'm also called Cyclops," the man said.
"Vincent Creed." He shook his hand.
"Creed? You're that--" Scott stopped when he saw Charles glaring at him, warning him. "You're Sabretooth's son, huh? You look just like him."
"I know," Vincent said. "So, your name is Scott, huh?"
Scott nodded. He turned toward the team. "This is the rest of the team, Vincent."
Vincent turned his eyes to the team and saw the younger ones giving him dirty looks and glares. Vincent dropped his gaze, finding his hands more interesting. a redheaded woman and white haired black woman walked up to him.
"My name is Dr. Jean Summers," the redhead said.
"My name is Ororo Munroe. I'm also known as Storm," the white haired woman said.
"Vincent," Vincent said.
"You are the spitting image of Victor Creed," Jean said. "Except for the sideburns."
Vincent nodded, annoyed that people kept on telling him he looked so much like his father. "Where is Uncle Logan?"
"Logan? Uncle?"
"Logan is probably in the Danger Room," Charles said. "Let's get you to the infirmary, Vincent. Hank needs to give you a checkup. I'll tell Logan about Vincent one you are settled in the infirmary."
Vincent nodded and walked behind everyone to the infirmary. He turned the corner and heard a door open right as he walked by it.
"I thought you guys were back. I heard the jet as I went into the shower," said a new voice.
Vincent nervously turned around and saw a man facing him. The others didn't notice Vincent wasn't behind them. The man stopped dead. His nose twitched and a growl rumbled in his throat. Vincent started backing off and then heard a snikt and saw six gleaming claws pop from this guy's fists. He then started running but was tackled and pinned to the floor, the man's right clawed hand in the air, ready to strike.
"HELP!" Vincent yelled. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
"No one's gonna help a murderer like you, Creed!"
"LOGAN, STOP!"
Logan didn't listen to Charles and swung his claws down, aiming for Vincent's heart. Logan was then blasted by an optic blast and was thrown into a wall down the hallway. Vincent was pale and stared wide eyed at this man that attacked him. Scott and Hank ran up to him and helped him to his feet. He didn't acknowledge that he was now on his feet. He just continued staring at the clawed man. Did Charles call this man Logan?
"HOW COULD YOU BRING THAT MURDERING SON OF A BITCH IN THIS SCHOOL!" the clawed man yelled.
"Logan, let me explain something to you," Charles told him.
Yep, Charles called him Logan.
"Explain what?" Logan asked.
"The man--well boy--you see before you is not Victor Creed. He is Victor's son, Vincent," Charles said.
"Son? This is his cub?"
"Yes, I am Victor's cub, you fucking shithead!" Vincent growled at Logan. "Are you that stupid? Of course I'm his cub! I look just like him!"
Logan growled. "You got quite a mouth there, Vin."
"Don't fucking call me that! Only my father calls me that!"
"Vincent, calm down." Hank put a hans on his shoulder. "Let's get you to the infirmary.
Vincent nodded and followed Hank.
Logan watched Vincent and Hank leave. He had his arms crossed and glared at Charles. The team, except for Jean, Scott, and Storm, left.
"Logan, what were you thinking attacking the boy like that! You had no right," Scott said.
"He smells like Victor and looks like Victor!"
"That doesn't give you the right to attack him!" "Why didn't you tell me!" Logan said to Charles.
"I wanted to wait until you calmed down, Logan."
"Why is he here!"
"Vincent got beaten up at his school because they found you he is a mutant. Victor took him to his friend's house and called me. He asked if he could have Vincent picked up and be brought here to be safe. Victor and him are going to stay for a while. Victor is also driving here."
"You're lettin' that monster stay here with a school full of children!"
"He is not a monster, Logan. He told me he hasn't left Vincent for more than a day. With having a son, Victor hasn't done anything harmful to anyone. He is just a single father looking for a safe place for him and his son. You are not to harm Vincent in any way, say anything, or do anything to make him feel uncomfortable and unwelcome. Nor with Victor. Or else you will be confirmed to the mansion and will be suspended of your duty as an X-Man. Is that clear?"
Logan nodded. He could probably still try to get away wit something.
"Good. Now let's go check on our guest."
Everyone followed Charles to the infirmary to see Hank helping Vincent take his shirt off. His chest was covered in cuts and big black bruises. Jean went in to help Hank. Logan examined the wounds on Vincent's chest. He felt a little bad for the boy getting beaten because of him being a mutant. Logan saw both his arms were bandage and frowned.
"Why are his arms bandaged?"
"Because they got sprained during the beating he received," Charles said.
"How bad was the beating he got from those little bastards?"
"Very bad. He couldn't walk and had to be carried to the jet when we picked him up. He is covered in cuts and bruises. He doesn't have his healing factor and could have died if the beating continued. Do not get any ideas, Logan. He will be under protection and you will be supervised when you want to see Vincent. I can't risk you hurting him . I told Victor I would protect Vincent from you."
"So, does he have the rest of his feral mutations?"
"Not that I know of."
Logan turned back to the window with his back to the Professor. He looked at Vincent with hatred in his eyes. Vincent looked at Logan and Logan gave him an evil grin which caused Vincent to look suddenly away. It was going to be such fun getting to know his. . .nephew.
When Logan grinned at Vincent, it send chills down his spine. Hank was touching parts of his legs and chest, checking to see where he was hurting. Hank gently pressed down on a part of Vincent's shin and he hissed in pain. He had touched a bruise.
"Sorry." He then check his ribs and Vincent cried out in pain. "Sorry, we'll have to wrap that up. Is there anything else that hurts?" he asked as Jean covered the cuts on Vincent's face.
"Just my arms. They are starting to hurt more."
"They're probably swelling up. We'll get some ice for them. We'll wrap around your ribs to hold the three in place then you should lie back and we'll put some ice packs on them."
Vincent nodded. "What's taking dad so long?"
"He won't be here for at least another eight hours," Hank said.
Vincent nodded. "I won't be able to sleep until he gets here. I haven't been with out him for a long time. Last time was when I was a baby and he was gone for a day."
"It's getting late. It's about eleven pm. Your father should be here at seven in the morning unless he decides to find a motel for the night."
Vincent nodded. "But I still want to stay up and wait for him. What if Uncle Logan tries to come in here?"
"There will be someone watching you at all times. You are safe."
"Man, I'm not sure if Dad will be able to talk with Uncle Logan. Not after the way that maniac acted when he saw me. I look like a smaller version of Dad."
"Charles will be able to help."
"What about those kids that were with Scott, Jean, and Ororo? They were looking at me funny. Like. . .well I don't know."
"Do not worry about them, Vincent. Everything will be taken care of in the morning."
Vincent nodded. "Do I have to stay here all night? I'm really bored and I can write my story with my arms like this."
"I can stay up with you, Vincent. You can watch TV in the rec room while I do some paper work."
"Well, I guess I could try and catch a show favorite show on Animal Planet, Discovery, or Law and Order: SVU."
"Hmmm, could I join you in watching Law and Order: SVU? I do like that show. Or maybe The Most Extreme on Animal Planet. That's an amazing show that shows--"
"Alright, Hank, ya can watched 'em with me. I don't need to know what the shows are about," Vincent laughed. "What are we waiting for? Let's go catch some SVU and The Most Extreme."
Hank nodded and Jean cleaned up while Vincent was the first out the door. He stopped short when he saw Logan six feet from him. He stood his ground when Logan turned and glared at him. Vincent looked behind him and saw Hank was in the doorway talking to Jean. Vincent turned back to Logan and growled at him. His growl saying, I dare ya to try somethin' with Jean and Hank here. Logan growled back saying, Don't start thin's ya can't finish, boy. Vincent snarled at him and Hank put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.
"Hope you two aren't causing trouble," he said.
"Just talkin', Furball," Logan said.
"Alright then. Come, Vincent, let's go see if SVU and Most Extreme is on TV."
Vincent nodded, still looking at Logan. "I ain't riding in the elevator with that maniac."
"I'll take the stairs." Logan headed to the stairwell and disappeared through the door.
Hank and Vincent went into the elevator and rode to the first floor. Then they headed to the rec room to their right. It was empty and Vincent plopped on the couch and Hank took a seat next to him with paper work in his arms. He gave the remote to Vincent. Vincent set it on his lap and with a finger turned on the TV and flipped to the TNT Channel. SVU was on. The guy that narrates was just starting, so they were able to watch it from the beginning and that made Vincent happy. He always missed the very beginning of the show. Once it went to the beginning credits Vincent turned to Hank.
"Did you know that the guy that narrates the beginning and what SVU lives in Maine?"
Hank turned to him. "Really?"
"Yeah, I can't remember his name but he lives a town from Otter Creek. It's Seal Harbor."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and I saw Dick Wolf walked down the Seal Harbor docks to a boat during the summer when Dad and I went fishing. Dick Wolf has a summer home in Seal Harbor, too."
"Wow. A lot of celebrities must vacation in Maine."
"Yeah, there's a few that I know of do. Dick Wolf, Martha Stuart, Stephen Hillenburg's mother and sometimes Stephen when he visits his mum, and John Travolta. His summer home is on an island somewhere in Maine."
"All of them do?"
"Yeah. It's pretty cool that they like Maine. As you know Stephen King lives in Bangor, Maine."
"Yes, I do. Interesting writing."
"Yeah, he's brilliant! My idol of writing stories. I love his work."
"Let's watch SVU and see what happens."
"Okay."
For a couple hours they watched reruns of SVU and watched The Most Extreme for a couple hours. Hank had kept on looking up from his work during SVU then abandoned it when The Most Extreme came on. There were weird ones, gross ones, one with cats, one with dogs, too. Vincent was getting tired and his eyes were drooping during a weird episode. He tried to force his eyes to stay open. It was only four in the morning. He wanted to stay awake and wait for his father, but sleep was winning the battle and he soon fell into a dreamless sleep. When the show was over Hank heard snoring and looked at Vincent. He was getting tired himself and thought going to sleep would be a good idea, too. He moved Vincent so he was in a laying pisition and put the blanket that was over the couch onto the young almost feral boy. Hank decided to try and finish his work then rest for a few minutes on the other couch. Hank grabbed his work and headed to the other couch.
Victor had been driving nonstop to get to Westchester. He only stopped to get gas and to go to the bathroom. He knew he should stop for something to eat, but he wanted to get to Westchester as soon as possible. He would be okay for a few more hours. He was dead tired, too. He'd stop driving and get to a hotel when he'd start falling asleep at the wheel. Until then he was going to continue driving. His eyes were starting to droop and the truck swiveled to the the other side of the road. He got it back on the right side and looked at the dashboard clock. 4:30 am. Yeah, it was time for him to find a hotel for a few hours sleep. Fifteen minutes later he saw what looked like a cheesy hotel up ahead. He pulled into the parking lot. He got out and entered the office. There was a redheaded pimple faced kid that was in his late teens and he was reading a really thick book. Victor opened the door and a bell rang and the pimple faced kid looked up at him. He set his book down and Victor walked to the desk.
"I need Room 1A for a day," Victor said.
"Okay," the kid said and grabbed a key from its hook behind the desk. It was an actual key that you put in a doorknob. This place needed to update real bad. "Here's your room key."
Victor nodded and paid for the room and headed to it. It was right where his truck was parked. He grabbed his duffle bag and unlocked the room door. He closed it behind him and flicked the light on. Victor sighed. The room was from the 70's. From the smell of the room it's been like this since it was made in the 70's. He went over to the one bad and sat on the left hand side of it. It creaked under him and he wasn't so sure if it would hold his weight. He put his bag down on his right and picked up the phone from the nightstand. He dialed Charles' number and and gave a big yawn as it rang. He hoped someone would answer so he could tell them he was delaying for a while. Finally, someone answered it.
"Charles' School for Gifted Youngsters," the person on the other line said.
"It's Victor, Hank," Victor said. "I'm gonna be at a hotel to get a few hours sleep. Thought I'd let you guys know."
"Vincent fell asleep about twenty-five minutes ago. He wanted to stay up until you got here."
"He's always done that. He did it when Lily was gonna come over but it wasn't for another day and that cub stayed up all night waitin' for her," Victor chuckled. "It was funny. He kept passing out and then was awake. It seems like it was yesterday, but that was when he was ten."
"Time flies when you have children."
"It sure does. I just wanted to give ya guys a heads up that I'll be comin' longer than planned."
"Alright, I'll let you get to sleep. Good night, Victor."
"Yeah, night."
Victor hung up the phone and took his boots, jacket, flannel, and settled on top of the bed covers. He was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Okay, Dick Wolf and the celebrities listed in the story really do vacation in Maine. And as you may know Stephen King lives in Bangor, Maine. How cool is that!
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