Now I got a couple replies to what should happen next. Thanks for the ideas! I'm going to go with the ideas from nita6546 and CreggaFoeseeker. Sorry I didn't put this chapter up sooner. I was going to earlier this week but some things came up and also my birthday was the 17th and I turned 18. Sooooooo here we go. Hope you all like it! Oh if some characters are out of character, sorry. Also couldn't really get into the ideas those two users sent me, so there will be a flashback of puberty in this chapter, so forgive me if something isn't right. At the end of this chapter, you will see a small bit Vincent's fate. Remember, he won't die.

This is flashbacks

Jubilee was in the co-pilot seat of the Blackbird. She refused to move until Scott stopped being a dick and go help rescue her man! Well kinda man. She needed to make sure that Vincent was okay.

"C'mon, Mr. Summers!" Jubilee said. "Pleaaaaaaase! Be the good ol' boy scout you are and help rescue him!"

"Jubilee, Victor made it very clear that he didn't want any help finding him," Scott told the young X-Woman.

"Don't give me that shit," she told him, standing up. "You wouldn't let them take this big old gunk of junk."

Scott didn't say anything more. Jubilee huffed and crossed her arms. Storm and Jean came aboard and Storm took the pilot seat.

"We're going to get them," she said.

"I'm in charge of this mission," Jubilee said.

"Jubilee, you are a junior X-Man, you cannot be in charge, that's my job," Scott told her

"Fuck off," she told him. "I love him and you are not going to stop me from taking over this mission!"

Jean walked to Scott and put a hand on his shoulder. "Just sit down, Scott," she told him.

He nodded and took his seat in the back with the others. Jubilee watched as Storm flew the jet out of the hanger and into the night sky. Meanwhile, Logan, Victor, and Hank were on their way to Stryker. Victor could feel that something very wrong was going on. He felt chills.

"You okay?" Logan asked as he drove.

"Yeah, just got chills for some reason," he said, thinking something was very very wrong with his son.

Victor looked out the window, remembering playing with Vincent when he was just a young cub. He was energetic. Victor remembered the first time the boy had hit puberty. The kid was in fifth grade when it happened, he had matured earlier than his classmates.

Victor was working on his motorcycle when the phone rang. Victor got up and went into the kitchen and answered it. "Yeah?"

"Mr. Creed, this is the school nurse calling. Vincent has had an accident."

"An accident?" he frowned deeply, thinking the worst.

"Yes he has, well, hit puberty."

"Oh," he said, feeling relieved a little. "I'll be down there soon."

Vincent was on the bed in the nurse's office. He felt so embarrassed. He saw his dad come in and sighed deeply. The front of Vincent's grey pants were stained white. Victor talked with the nurse for a moment then went to Vincent, sitting on the bed with him. The nurse pulled the curtain so the two of them would have privacy.

"Hey, son, you okay?"

He shook his head.

"Vincent, what happened during you're gym class with the older students was a natural thing."

"Daddy, how can girls in small outfits make me wet myself?"

"It's not exactly wettin' yerself," he said. "Ya see cub, when boys get older, they get special feelings towards girls. Sometimes its the things they do or how they look physically. Like with those gym clothes those girls were wearing."

"I don't really understand."

"A part of you thought that those girls looked really nice, Vincent," he said. "And ya got excited, sexually excited."

"Oh," he said, remembering a little bit of this talk already with the nurse.

"When ya get sexually excited, ya get a feelin' in yer penis and ya get an erection, meanin' that it, well, grows and points up some. There are different names for an erection."

"I think I understand that, Dad, but how do I get rid of it?"

Now Victor was feelin' uncomfortable about this. So he told him. Vincent blushed a lot during the talk.

"Do ya understand now?"

"Yes," he said, nodding

"Good." He kissed his little boy's head. "Ya can come home of ya want, just relax."

Vincent nodded.

Victor excused Vincent for the rest of the day then took him home. They spent the rest of the day watching movies and having Chinese take-out for dinner. Victor never felt so close to his son until now. They talked more about puberty.

"What happened when you first found out?" Vincent asked his father as he ate his noodles.

"Well, I was 9 years old when it happened," he said. "I was in the middle of a family picnic and a relative brought his girlfriend's daughter with him. I was swimmin' in the lake then she showed up and she wore a really nice swimsuit and I got an erection from it. I told my father and he told me what was happening with my body."

Vincent nodded. "So how can I control it?"

"Ya think of somethin' different. Somethin' that wouldn't get ya excited."

"Okay, Daddy." He then smiled. "Thanks, Daddy."

"Yer welcome, cub," he smiled.

Victor sighed deeply at the memory.

Back at the lab, Vincent had stopped thrashing completely. Stryker looked to the computer monitor and frowned deeply at the results.

"Dammit."